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A few words from poets of past...or poets met along the
winding road...words that have inspired a smile or a word from my pen.
Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow
from MACBETH
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all of our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
~William Shakespeare
When We Two Parted
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow-
It felt like the warming
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in it's shame.
they name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o're me-
Why wert thou so dear?
They know now I knew thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met-
In silence I greive
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit decieve.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?-
With silence and tears.
~George Gordon, Lord Byron
My Life Closed Twice
My life closed twice before it's close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
~Emily
Dickinson
Romance
Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been- a most familiar bird-
Taught me my alphabet to say-
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child- with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings-
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away- forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.
~Edgar Allan Poe
understanding only comes
to those whose eyes
have seen
whose ears
have heard
only the willow
hears the depth of silence
spoken by the wind
in that stillness
we are one
~Rich Hubbard
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