Friday, December 29, 2006
Saturday, December 23, 2006
More necklaces
The Inner Garment of Love
A soul which is not clothed
with the inner garment of Love
should be ashamed of its existence.
Be drunk with Love,
for Love is all that exists.
Where is intimacy found
if not in the give and take of Love.
If they ask what Love is,
say: the sacrifice of will.
If you have no left your will behind,
you have no will at all.
The lover is a king of kings
with both worlds beneath him;
and a king does not regard
what lies at his feet.
Only Love and the lvoer
can resurrect beyond time.
Give your heart to this;
the rest is secondhand.
How long will you embrace
a lifeless beloved?
Embrace that entity
to which nothing can cling.
What sprouts up every spring
will wither by autumn,
but the rose garden of Love
is always green.
Both the rose and the thorn
appear together in spring,
and the wine of the grape
is not without its headaches.
Don't be an impatient
bystander on this-
by God there's no death
worse than expectation.
Set your heart on hard cash
if you are not counterfeit,
and listen to this advice
if you are not a slave:
Don't falter on the horse
of the body; go more lightly on foot.
God gives wings to those
who are not content to ride an ass.
Let go of your worries
and be completely clear-hearted,
like the face of a mirror
that contains no images.
When it is empty of forms,
all forms are contained in it.
No face would be ashamed
to be so clear.
If you want a clear mirror
behold yourself
and see the shameless truth
which the mirror reflects.
If metal can polished
to a mirrorlike finish,
what polishing might the mirror
of the heart require?
Between the mirror and the heart
is this single difference:
the heart conceals secrets,
while the mirror does not.
(Rumi translated by Kabir Helminski)
Friday, December 22, 2006
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Monday, December 18, 2006
The Intellectual
Rumi
The intellectual is always showing off;
the lover is always getting lost.
The intellectual runs away, afraid of drowning;
the whole business of love is to drown in the sea.
Intellectuals plan their repose;
lovers are ashamed to rest.
The lover is always alone, even surrounded with people;
like water and oil, he remains apart.
The man who goes to the trouble
of giving advice to a lover
gets nothing. He's mocked by passion.
Love is like musk. It attracts attention.
Love is a tree, and lovers are its shade.
Marriage Morning a poem
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
You send a flash to the sun.
Here is the golden close of love,
All my wooing is done.
Oh, the woods and the meadows,
Woods where we hid from the wet,
Stiles where we stay'd to be kind,
Meadows in which we met!
Light, so low in the vale
You flash and lighten afar,
For this is the golden morning of love,
And you are his morning star.
Flash, I am coming, I come,
By meadow and stile and wood,
Oh, lighten into my eyes and heart,
Into my heart and my blood!
Heart, are you great enough
For a love that never tires?
O' heart, are you great enough for love?
I have heard of thorns and briers,
Over the meadow and stiles,
Over the world to the end of it
Flash for a million miles.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Sunday, December 10, 2006
La fille du vent
Si j'ai du caractère
Un sacré tempérament
Qui ont valu à ma mère
Du souci et des tourments
C'est que j'ai dans les artères
Le tanin et les pigments
Qui font le sang de la terre
Comme la lave d'un volcan
Je suis la fille du vent
Qui traverse les montagnes
Je tourmente les passants
En faisant voler les pagnes
Je défie tous les courants
Toutes les stars de cocagne
Qui passent en rêvant
De platine et de champagne
Si j'ai du caractère
Un sacré tempérament
Qui ont valu à ma mère
Du souci et des tourments
C'est que je tiens de mon père
La passion et l'engouement
Qui font guincher les chaumières
Et s'enlacer les amants
Je suis la fille du vent
Qui traverse les montagnes
Pour violenter les passants
Les villes et les campagnes
Je me méfie des couvents
Et des dieux portant le pagne
Car je porte en mon sang
Toutes les plaies de l'Espagne
Si je suis entière
Et que je vais de l'avant
Sans écouter de mon père
Les avertissements
C'est que' comme ma mère
J'ai reçu en naissant
La lueur de l'éclair
La force du vent
Moi qui suis sa fille
Je porte la folie
Des belles de Castille
Ou bien d'Andalousie
Je tiens de ma famille
Ce qu'aujourd'hui je suis
Je pointe mes banderilles
Face aux dangers de la vie
Car j'ai du tempérament
Ce foutu caractère
Qui font dire à mon père
Que je suis son cheveu blanc
Que je suis son cheveu blanc
Thursday, December 07, 2006
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
Cause we'll hold each other soon The blackest of rooms
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark Then I'll follow you into the dark
Death Cab for Cutie
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
To You
~ e.e. cummings
I carry your heart with me
(I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it
(anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate
(for you are my fate, my sweet)
I want no world
(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Nostalgia
Nesse País de lenda, que me encanta,
Ficaram meus brocados, que despi,
E as jóias que plas aias reparti
Como outras rosas de Rainha Santa!
Tanta opala que eu tinha! Tanta, tanta!
Foi por lá que as semeei e que as perdi...
Mostrem-se esse País onde eu nasci!
Mostrem-me o Reino de que eu sou Infanta!
Ó meu País de sonho e de ansiedade,
Não sei se esta quimera que me assombra,
É feita de mentira ou de verdade!
Quero voltar! Não sei por onde vim...
Ah! Não ser mais que a sombra duma sombra
Por entre tanta sombra igual a mim!
Florbela Espanca
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Come live with me and be my love
Christopher Marlowe
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of th purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.
The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
Christopher Marlowe
I Am Not Yours
Poem lyrics of I Am Not Yours by Sarah Teasdale. I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love - put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Prayer to St. Catherine
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Carrossel
Monday, November 06, 2006
basta uma estrela,
uma estrela e nada mais.
Pra ter na mão o mundo,
basta uma ilusão.
Um grão de areia,
é o mundo em nossa mão;
Sonhar é dar à vida nova cor
dar gosto bom às lágrimas de dor.
O sol pode apagar, o mar perder a voz;
Mas nunca morre um sonho dentro de nós.
Mário Lago