Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

20130110

Ithaca

As you set out for Ithaca,
hope the journey is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonnians and Cyclops,
and angry Poseidon - don't be afraid of them,
you'll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonyans and Cyclops,
wild Poseidon - you won't encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.

Hope the journey is a long one.
May there be many a summer morning when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you come into harbors seen for the first time.
May you stop at Phoenician trading stations,
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind,
as many sensual perfumes as you can.
And may you visit many Egyptian cities
to gather stores of knowledge from their scholars.

Keep Ithaca always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you are destined for.
But do not hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you are old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you have gained on the way, 
not expecting Ithaca to make you rich.

Ithaca gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you would not have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca won't have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you will have understood by then what there Ithaca meant.

Constantive P. Cavafy

20121115


I will remember the kisses 
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I, 
offered you what was left of
me, 
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the finy flowing currents
immediate and forever
you leg my leg
your arm my arm
you smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.

Charles Bukowski, Raw With Love


20121030

you have to be careful


You have to be careful telling things.
Some ears are tunnels.
Your words will go in and get lost in the dark.
Some ears are flat pans like the miners used
looking for gold.

What you say will be washed out with the stones.
You look for a long time till you find the right ears.
Till then, there are birds and lamps to be spoken to,
a patient cloth rubbing shine in circles,
and the slow, gradually growing possibility
that when you find such ears
they already know.

Naomi Shihab Nye

20121010


                                                There's an ache
in your absence.
The gnawing void
where your hands should be.
I want you to unravel me
hollow me out
swallow the whole
watch me come apart
at my seams.
Fingernails raking
toes curling
shattered breathing.
Take every piece of me
and remake me.
Shape me anew.
                      I am forever altered                                                      by every breath you take.
                                                                        (EC)


20120912

The road not taken


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bend in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn tem realy about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

ROBERT FROST




20120804



(pic via observando)

VII
love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more sheldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail

it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea

love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less litter than forgive

it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky.
E. E. Cummings

20120413


I love you without knowing how, why, or even from where. I love you straight forward, without complexities or pride. So close that your hand on my chest is my hand. So close that when you close your eyes, I fall asleep.

Patch Adams