Wednesday, August 10, 2011

free poetry

Me: "You really read poetry ... as hobby ... just for delight ...?"
:"You belong to a rare species... borderline endangered!"
-- Smile --

I wonder why is it always the women who pass away in verses? Because men write them?

Bemusement aside... two gems.
HER suffering ended with the day;
Yet lived she at its close, and breathed
the long, long night away,
in statue-like repose.

But when the sun, in all his state,
illumed the eastern skies, she passed
through glory's morning gate,
and walked in Paradise!

- James Aldrich

THE quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves,
The full round moon and the star-laden sky,
And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves,
Had hid away earth's old and weary cry.

And then you came with those red mournful lips,
And with you came the whole of the world's tears,
And all the sorrows of her labouring ships,
And all the burden of her myriad years.

And now the sparrows warring in the eaves,
The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky,
And the loud chaunting of the unquiet leaves
Are shaken with earth's old and weary cry.

- W.B.Yeats