Night Poem From Khandro (Wed.)

[Khandro]

By popular request (2!) a poem by the Irish poet Herbert Trench (1865-1923) ‘She comes not when noon is on the roses’




She comes not when noon is on the

Roses –

Too bright is the day.

She comes not to the soul till it reposes

From work and play.



But when the night is on the hills, and the

Great voices

Roll in from the sea,

By starlight and by candlelight and

Dreamlight

She comes to me.

[fcc]

Wonderful, thank you.

[Rosie29]

That is so lovely. Thank you Khandro.

[woofgang]

beautiful

[marval]

That is lovely, thank you Khandro.

[Mamyalynne]

Love that Khandro!

Already, you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream.
Love, grief, labour, must sleep now.
Night revolves on invisible wheels
and joined to me you are pure as sleeping amber.

No one else will sleep with my dream, love.
You will go we will go joined by the waters of time.
No other one will travel the shadows with me,
only you, eternal nature, eternal sun, eternal moon.

Already your hands have opened their delicate fists
and let fall, without direction, their gentle signs,
you eyes enclosing themselves like two grey wings,

while I follow the waters you bring that take me onwards:
night, Earth, winds weave their fate, and already,
not only am I not without you, I alone am your dream.
Sonnet Lxxxi: Rest With Your Dream Inside My Dream
Pablo Neruda

[margarettom]

Really liked that Khandro.

[woofgang]

a similar thought by e.e. cummings

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
BY E. E. CUMMINGS
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

[Mamyalynne]

Nice Woof x

[margarettom]

A Winter Night
By
Sara Teasdale


My window-pane is starred with frost,
The world is bitter cold tonight,
The moon is cruel, and the wind
Is like a two-edged sword to smite.

God pity all the homeless ones,
The beggars pacing to and fro.
God pity all the poor tonight
Who walk the lamp-lit streets of snow.

My room is like a bit of June,
Warm and close-curtained fold on fold,
But somehow, like a homeless child,
My heart is crying in the cold.

[woofgang]

very appropriate for today