I Carry Your Heart With Me

'Les amoureux de Vence' - Marc Chagall

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 the 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)

e e cummings

A Valentine's Day Wish

Marc Chagall - Fleurs sur fond rouge - circa 1970

For all who love and are loved in return and those who seek a chance at love ... may you all have a happy Valentine's Day.

♥

An Ancient Forest Dream

If you wish to view the image of Park Hill in the New Forest in Hampshire which was originally posted here, please follow this link, which will take you there ... ♥

I wander through the forest
searching for you there
Soft leaves beneath my feet
sweet scent, the forest air

And as the gentle breeze
wraps 'round me
It stirs and swirls the leaves
And sends a song of rustling
Like a breath through the trees

I look up to the canopy
a myriad of rays
Of sunshine as it glistens
through green and golden leaves

The trees call out and beckon me
to search further on
Deep into the forest
their whispered forest song

Searching for you there
with new hope I wander on
I follow the path of promise
to find you once again

I listen for you in the shadows
hoping you might be there
Such a magic place to meet you
' midst ferns and bracken faire

Hoping for a glimpse of you
in some ancient copse of trees
I look for your footprints
in search of where you have been

With such hope of finding you
I wander further on
You may have left a sign for me
or maybe you have gone ...

As my heart and hopes are fading
like the dimming of the sun

Somewhere I have lost you
my hopes are all un-done

I wonder did I imagine you
I wonder were you real
Or just an echo of a memory
from some ancient forest dream ....

Poem by Dianne D ♥

Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain

This is a short clip from the film 'Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain', this particular clip is called 'El beso de Amélie' or 'Amélies Kiss'.
I was finally able to watch this film when I found a copy at our local video/dvd rental outlet.
My friend Alexander had recommended the film to me, he had also posted some film clips on his own blog ... I am so grateful that he did ... ♥

It is a truly delightful, entertaining, romantic comedy, it is a whimsical depiction of contemporary Parisian life, set in Montmartre. It tells the story of Amélie, a shy, innocent and naive girl living in Paris; with her own sense of justice, she decides to change the lives of those around her for the better, while struggling with her own isolation ... along the way she discovers love.

I loved this film, so enjoyable, it takes you on quite a journey of fun and a little innocent mischief and one can't help but love Amélie for she is such a sweetheart and she so deserves to find happiness and love ... you just want her destiny to be fabulous ...
One person can change your life forever, it is true, she has changed mine.

The wonderful soundtrack to the film was composed by Yann Tiersen, it carries you along with the magic of the film.

I bought a dvd copy of another film which I think is the favourite of Alexander, it is 'La Double Vie de Véronique' and highly recommended by him, he has reminded me of this on a number of occasions, unfortunately the English subtitles do not show on my dvd player, so I am searching for a copy of that film which I will be able to watch and understand, without lip-reading a language I do not understand so well. :)

Qu'est-ce qui vous m'avez dit Alexandre? "Un ces des jours, Dianne."
Oui! Cher Alexandre, un ces des jours ... ♥

Some notable quotes from the film:

"Without you, today's emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's"

"Times are hard for dreamers"

"A woman without love, wilts like a flower without the sun"

"Love is a great beautician"

Amélie Poulain - Audrey Tautou
Nino Quincampoix - Mathieu Kassovitz

Sense and Sensibility - Sonnet 116

Elinor walks with her sister, Marianne to reassure her.

Dear Colonel Brandon comforts Marianne, she is recovering from an illness brought upon her by a broken heart after she has been slighted by the libertine, Willoughby. Here Colonel Brandon reads to her as she convalesces ... the poem he has chosen is Edmund Spenser's the Faerie Queene, the verses he has chosen are as follows:

What though the sea with waves continuall
Doe eate the earth, it is no more at all ...
Nor is the earthe the lesse, or loseth ought.
For whatsoever from one place doth fall,
Is with the tide unto another brought ...
'For there is nothing lost, but may be found, if sought ...'

In the film, Sonnet 116 was the favourite of Marianne and John Willoughby , she recites it when she searches for Willoughby in the pouring rain and with a broken heart and spirit when she finds that Willoughby due to his financial troubles has chosen another, someone of a much higher class and wealth ... that he did not love her enough ... that there was just not enough love to induce him to choose her ... ♥

Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

William Shakespeare

The Street Where I Live

I wanted to do a post today as it is the 22nd day of the month, one of my favourite number combinations, not that I'm into numerology but somehow good things have happened to me on this date in the past.

I was hoping to post a poem that I am writing but sadly the words and sentiment of this poem aren't flowing in the way I would like and don't mirror the feelings and emotions I am trying to express ... sometimes a message of caring and reaching out to someone can be the most difficult to write.
It's for a very thoughtful friend who has been here for me for much longer than I ever realised or imagined; someone who I am missing and should have valued more ... though I don't know that he would visit here now and read my message ... I don't know where he is ... maybe he is lost to me and no longer thinks of me as his friend ...

Therefore I decided to post this photo which was taken by my youngest son quite a few years back. He has a great interest in photography, there are more to this set but they are located in his files.

This is a long exposure, taken with a Nikon, Coolpix E5400; this is the corner of the block where I live, my house is further back from this corner... it was a November evening and he was experimenting with his new camera, capturing the lights of cars which were coming and going from our street.

If you enlarge the photo you can see a partial eclipse of the Moon and Venus just to the left and below the moon. There are houses to the right of the photo and on the left amongst all of that darkness is a large reserve of native bushland and beyond that a park and playing field.

My street is on top of a ridge, which is part of a plateau which reaches out like fingers into the bushland and valleys below, I am surrounded by beautiful trees and flora and in the valleys are many creeks which eventually flow into rivers and bays ... ♥

Much Ado About Nothing!

"Sigh No More, Ladies ..."

Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.

Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey nonny, nonny.

Sing no more ditties, sing no more
Of dumps so dull and heavy,
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leafy.

Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey nonny, nonny.

Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey nonny, nonny.

'Much Ado About Nothing' a romantic comedy by William Shakespeare