Friday, March 25, 2011

Amid Obscure Shadows

When amid obscure shadows
a lost voice murmurs
disturbing its sad calm ...
If in my soul's depths
I hear it sweetly sounding,

tell me, Is it the wind moans
in its convolutions or that
in passing your sighs speak of love?

When the red sun shines
in my window at morning
and my love evokes your shadow,
if I think I feel the press
of another mouth on mine,

tell me, Is it that blind I rave
or that your heart sends me
a kiss in a sigh?

If in the luminous day
and in the deep gloomy night;
if in all that surrounds
my soul that desires you,
I think I can feel and see you,

tell me, Do I feel and think in a dream
or is it that in a sigh
you give me your breath to drink?

Poem: Amid Obscure Shadows (Rima XXVIII)

Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer, (February 17, 1836- December 22, 1870) was a Spanish post-romanticist writer of poetry and short stories, now considered one of the most important figures in Spanish literature.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Love . . .

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers
I ache from the perfumes of Spring.

I have forgotten your face, I no longer
remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?

Because of you, I love the white statues
drowsing in the parks, the white statues that
have neither voice nor sight.

I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.

Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound
to my vague memory of you. I live with pain
that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.

Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines
on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
glimpse you in every window.

Because of you, the heady perfumes of Summer
pain me; because of you, I again seek out the
signs that precipitate desires:
Shooting stars, falling objects.

Poem: Pablo Neruda (1960)
from 'Passions and Impressions'

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

An Award for Me from Spain

This is an award from my sweet friend eLiA from Spain, her lovely blog is El Jardin de mi Duende. Gracias dear eLiA!
I am asked to answer some questions and pass this award on to five other friends ... I will answer the questionnaire but since I have many friends who are all most deserving of an award I could not choose, so any of you who would like this award are welcome to accept it and perhaps you would like to do your own questionnaire.

-If you had another blog ... what would it be?

It would be for my thoughts and writing.

-If you could change your name ... what would you wear?

Janette or Sophie.

-If you were born again ... would you like to be male or female?

I am a woman and I love being feminine! :)

-If you are granted one wish ... what would you ask?

To be young again and start all over.

-If you are granted a single power ... what would it be?

To undo all of the damage we have done to our planet.

-If you could only buy 'potions' of a mark ... what would it be?

This question is apparently about face creams, cosmetics etc. I will not use any product which has been tested on animals - "First, do no harm"

-If they give you a ride ... what country would you go?

I would love to travel around Europe.

Another present from eLiA, thank you so much, it is very cute! ♥

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Love Song

How shall I hold on to my soul, so that
it does not touch yours? How shall I lift
it gently up over you on to other things?
I would so very much like to tuck it away
among long lost objects in the dark,
in some quiet, unknown place, somewhere
which remains motionless when your depths resound.
And yet everything which touches us, you and me,
takes us together like a single bow,
drawing out from two strings but one voice.
On which instrument are we strung?
And which violinist holds us in his hand?
O sweetest of songs.

'Love Song' Rainer Maria Rilke - from New Poems 1907 - 1908
Translated by Cliff Crego
'Portrait of a Girl (In thought)' circa 1876 - Pierre-Auguste Renoir

Saturday, March 5, 2011

So Far Away . . .

We moved through life


With similar hopes

But on separate paths

Like parallel dreams

So close, but apart

Never touching

Our paths crossed

Only in spirit

For a time

Our words met

And were bound with each other

They danced together

For a while

On the page

But now you are gone

So far away

No goodbye

Your words faded from our page

Leaving a deep void

That no other's words can fill

Our final destinations

So far from each other

So far away ...

Prose by Dianne D ... ♥

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