Poetry: the best words in the best order.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
He who binds to himself a joy,
does the winged life destroy;
but he who kisses the joy as it flies,
lives in eternity's sunrise.
Close to the door he paused to stand,
as he took his class ring off her hand.
All who were watching did not speak,
as a silent tear ran down his cheek.
And through his mind the memories ran
of the moments they walked and laughed in the sand.
But now her eyes were so terrible cold
and he would never again have her to hold.
They watched in silence as he bent near
and whispered the words... "I love you" in her ear.
He touched her face and started to cry
as he put on his ring and wanted to die.
And just then the wind began to blow
as they lowered her casket into the snow.
This is what happens to man alive
when friends let friends drink and drive.
Life is too short to waste
in critic peep or cynic bark,
quarrel or reprimand:
'twill soon be dark;
up! mind thine own aim, and
God speed the mark!
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Such love I cannot analyse;
it does not rest in lips or eyes,
neither in kisses nor caress.
Partly, I know, it's gentleness
and understanding in one word
or in brief letters. It's preserved
by trust and by respect and awe.
These are the words I'm feeling for.
Two people, yes, two lasting friends.
The giving comes, the taking ends.
There is no measure for such things.
For this all Nature slows and sings.
Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
Oh how I wish he'd go away.
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again, I wrote it with a second hand;
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
Vain man, said she that dost in vain assay,
A mortal thing so to immortalize.
True love is a durable fire,
in the mind ever burning,
never sick, never old, never dead,
from itself never turning.
Sir Walter Ralegh (1599)
As perfume doth remain
in the folds where it hath lain,
so the thought of you, remaining
deeply folded in my brain,
will not leave me: all things leave me:
She comes like the husht beauty of the night
and sees too deep for laughter;
her touch is a vibration and a light
from worlds before and after.
How can one explain a feeling in the air?
How can one explain a feeling very rare?
How can one define a person always there..
one who says "no matter what I care".
A lot of times I think of this when I am feeling down
and by the time that I am through high spirits come around.
Even words from an angel's tongue are limited, this is true.
No words can explain the kind of friend like you!!
Sir, I admit your general rule,
that every poet is a fool,
but you yourself may serve to show it,
that every fool is not a poet.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
As I was sitting in my chair,
I knew the bottom wasn't there,
nor legs nor back, but I just sat,
ignoring little things like that.
Epilogue for W.H. Auden
Holidays should always be like this,
free from over-emphasis,
time for soul to stretch and spit
before the world comes back on it.
Theologian's Tale from Tales of a Wayside Inn
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness:
so on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice: then darkness again and a silence.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
(from) Sea Fever
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
and the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
and a gray mist on the sea's face and a gray dawn breaking.
Song of the Open Road
I think that I shall never see
a billboard lovely as a tree.
Indeed, unless the billboards fall
I'll never see a tree at all.
(from) One Perfect Rose
Why is it that no one ever sent me yet
one perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it's always just my luck to get
One perfect rose.
Auguries of Innocence
To see a world in a grain of sand
and a heaven in a wild flower,
hold infinity in the palm of your hand
and eternity in an hour.
A heart of gold will never rust,
it is too precious and too fine.
Those who know it, think it to be
sweeter than the sweetest wine.
More valuable than any treasure,
shining brighter than anything known.
Its love is stronger than any weapon,
those who know it are never alone.
Nothing else like it on this earth
hearts of brass and silver cannot compare
to the beauty and warmth it offers each day,
and with it my soul shall never be bare.
A friend is like a shining star,
coming out where ever you are.
When the darkness is all there is to greet you
your star will be there to always lead you.
Shining the way for you to see,
the path you need forever to be.
So when the darkness falls before your eyes,
your shining star is there, just look toward the skies.
Sherry L. Carty
A friend is like a flower,
a rose to be exact,
Or maybe like a brand new gate
that never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl,
both beautiful and wise.
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like those blades of grass
you can never mow,
standing straight, tall, and proud
in a perfect little row.
A friend is like a heart that goes
strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world
if we didn't have a friend.
(from) Thine Am I
Take away these rosy lips,
rich with balmy treasure!
Turn away thine eyes of love,
lest I die with pleasure!
What is life when wanting love?
Night without a morning!
Love's the cloudless summer sun,
nature gay adorning.
The fountains mingle with the river,
and the rivers with the ocean;
the winds of heaven mix forever
with a sweet emotion;
nothing in the world is single;
all things, by a law divine,
in one another's being mingle -
why not I with thine?
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Song of Solomon 7:2-6
Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
Thy neck is like a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!