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Saturday, May 20, 2006

...2 poems for a nostalgic saturday afternoon.

I'd just like to share two poems that are very close to my heart for the sole reason that these mirror the current state of my being. Rilke and Frost are two respectable poets who have crafted these two masterpieces. I offer this entry to someone who must not be named and exists only in my memory and dreams.

For he, who came and left with my heart.You are not aware that after more than a year of separation, you still keep my shiny red baloon on a string.



You Who Never Arrived
Rainer Maria Rilke


You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment. All the immense
images in me-- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected
turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods-
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.
You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house--, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,--
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,
gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?
perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, seperate, in the evening...


Translated by Stephen Mitchell

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I sleep.

And lastly, I offer this quote to everybody who loves, has loved, is loved, was loved and believes in the power and mystery of love.

"...I have a love in my life and it makes me stronger than anything you can imagine..."

- Adam Sandler PUNCH-DRUNK LOVE

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