Aug 25, 2010

From the Library of the Red Rose - The Indian to His Love by William Butler Yeats

      HE island dreams under the dawn
      And great boughs drop tranquillity;
      The peahens dance on a smooth lawn,
      A parrot sways upon a tree,
      Raging at his own image in the enamelled sea.
       
      Here we will moor our lonely ship
      And wander ever with woven hands,
      Murmuring softly lip to lip,
      Along the grass, along the sands,
      Murmuring how far away are the unquiet lands:
       
      How we alone of mortals are
      Hid under quiet boughs apart,
      While our love grows an Indian star,
      A meteor of the burning heart,
      One with the tide that gleams, the wings that gleam and dart,
       
      The heavy boughs, the burnished dove
      That moans and sighs a hundred days:
      How when we die our shades will rove,
      When eve has hushed the feathered ways,
      With vapoury footsole by the water's drowsy blaze.

Aug 9, 2010

Poetry From the Library of the Red Rose - Teaching



Teaching

by Frank Lambert
Your finger
traced a line
along my neck.


I opened my eyes,
found you’d brought us
into the mountains.


What are you doing? I asked,
smiling at the intense look
fixed upon your face.


You ignored me,
closed my eyes with your finger
and continued to stroke.


Over and again you touched me this way
while gently blowing
along the path your fingertip took.


After a while, all I could feel
was the air against my skin
and the tingle running down my spine.


Opening my eyes I saw you had left,
having finished showing the wind
how to caress me like you do.

Aug 2, 2010

Alirium: Light and Shadow


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 Fields of Gold

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in the fields of gold

See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in the fields of gold
We'll walk in the fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold