tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180357852024-03-12T20:34:28.444-07:00Quotes I loveI believe, a quote is the cream of wisdom.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-42907019778998169582012-06-23T10:11:00.002-07:002012-06-23T10:17:46.727-07:00Incompleteness in Absence...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust, God watches them play and forgets the priest."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"When I stand before thee at the day's end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">"</span><span style="background-color: white;">You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"<span style="background-color: white;">Sometimes a piece of sun </span><span style="background-color: white;">burned like a coin in my hand. </span><span style="background-color: white;">I remembered you with my soul clenched </span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">in that sadness of mine that you know."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">John Donne:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"For God's sake, hold your tongue and let me love..."</span></div>
</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">RAI</div>Priyankarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-49137468592497540632012-02-17T09:48:00.000-08:002012-02-17T09:59:50.625-08:00Painters speak...<span >Just found some wonderful sayings of some of the greatest painters the world has seen. Publishing them here, lest I should lose them.</span><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><div><span ><b>Paul Cezanne:</b></span></div><div><span >It took me 40 years to find out that painting is not sculpture.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span > </span></div><div><span >A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span > </span></div><div><span >All my life I have worked to be able to earn my living, but I thought that one could do good painting without attracting attention to one's private life. Certainly, an artist wishes to raise himself intellectually as much as possible, but the man must remain obscure. The pleasure must be found in the work.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span > </span></div><div><span ><b>Henri Matisse:</b></span></div><div><span >I do not literally paint that table, but the emotion it produces upon me.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span > </span></div><div><span >Hatred, rancor, and the spirit of vengeance are useless baggage to the artist. His road is difficult enough for him to cleanse his soul of everything which could make it more so.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span > </span></div><div><span ><b>Claude Monet:</b></span></div><div><span >It's on the strength of observation and reflection that one finds a way. So we must dig and delve unceasingly.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span > </span></div><div><span ><b>Vincent Van Gogh:</b></span></div><div><span >I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span > </span></div><div><span > I am not strictly speaking mad, for my mind is absolutely normal in the intervals, and even more so than before. But during the attacks it is terrible - and then I lose consciousness of </span></div><div><span >everything. But that spurs me on to work and to seriousness, as a miner who is always in danger makes haste in what he does.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span > </span></div><div><span >I am risking my life for my work, and half my reason has gone.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span > </span></div><div><span >I tell you, the more I think, the more I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span > </span></div><div><span >The emotions are sometimes so strong that I work without knowing it. The strokes come like speech.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span > </span></div><div><span > </span></div><div><span ><b>Leonardo Da Vinci:</b></span></div><div><span >One can have no smaller or greater mastery than mastery of oneself.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span > </span></div><div><span >The color of the object illuminated partakes of the color of that which illuminates it.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span > </span></div><div><span >He who possesses most must be most afraid of loss.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span > </span></div><div><span ><b>Andy Warhol:</b></span></div><div><span >Being born is like being kidnapped. And then sold into slavery.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span > </span></div><div><span >Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span > </span></div><div><span >I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of 'work', because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span > </span></div><div><span ><b>Salvador Dali:</b></span></div><div><span >You have to systematically create confusion, it sets creativity free. Everything that is contradictory creates life.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span > </span></div><div><span >The desire to survive and the fear of death are artistic sentiments.</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">RAI</div>Priyankarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-60269158460833952372011-08-18T08:38:00.000-07:002011-08-18T08:46:26.689-07:00Thoughts...<div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains; another, a moonlit beach; a third, a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad August in a Midwestern town. Smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines hidden under the weedy mass of years. Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.</span></div>
<br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">~<strong>Diane Ackerman</strong>,<em> A Natural History of the Senses.</em>
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<br /><span style="color:#000099;">One summer night, out on a flat headland, all but surrounded by the waters of the bay, the horizons were remote and distant rims on the edge of space. Millions of stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few lights burned in cottages. Otherwise there was no reminder of human life. My companion and I were alone with the stars: the misty river of the Milky Way flowing across the sky, the patterns of the constellations standing out bright and clear, a blazing planet low on the horizon. It occurred to me that if this were a sight that could be seen only once in a century, this little headland would be thronged with spectators. But it can be seen many scores of nights in any year, and so the lights burned in the cottages and the inhabitants probably gave not a thought to the beauty overhead; and because they could see it almost any night, perhaps they never will.~<strong>Rachel Carson</strong>
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<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">RAI</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-21050227430152330472011-08-15T02:51:00.001-07:002011-08-15T04:19:54.206-07:00Poem RecordingsI found this wonderful site where you can hear rare recordings of poems by the poets themselves. Click on each poem to read and listen.<div>
<br /></div><div>There's a plethora of great poets you can pick from. The link to the most striking one, that of T.S. Eliot, I give here: <a href="http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoet.do?poetId=7069">http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoet.do?poetId=7069</a></div><div>
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<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">RAI</div>Priyankarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-39649921500117320492011-08-12T12:39:00.000-07:002011-08-12T13:01:56.286-07:00As I Walked Out One Evening<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">As I walked out one evening,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Walking down Bristol Street,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">The crowds upon the pavement<span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Were fields of harvest wheat.<span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">And down by the brimming river<span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I heard a lover sing <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Under an arch of the railway:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">'Love has no ending.<span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you<span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Till China and Africa meet, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">And the river jumps over the mountain<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">And the salmon sing in the street, <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">'I'll love you till the ocean<span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Is folded and hung up to dry <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">And the seven stars go squawking<span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Like geese about the sky.<span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">The years shall run like rabbits,<span> </span><span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">For in my arms I hold <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">The Flower of the Ages,<span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">And the first love of the world.' <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">But all the clocks in the city<span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Began to whirr and chime: <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">'O let not Time deceive you,<span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">You cannot conquer Time.<span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">'In the burrows of the Nightmare<span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Where Justice naked is,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Time watches from the shadow<span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">And coughs when you would kiss.<span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">'In headaches and in worry<span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Vaguely life leaks away, </span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">And Time will have his fancy</span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">To-morrow or to-day.<span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">'Into many a green valley<span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Drifts the appalling snow; </span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Time breaks the threaded dances<span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">And the diver's brilliant bow.<span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">'O plunge your hands in water,<span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Plunge them in up to the wrist; </span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Stare, stare in the basin<span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">And wonder what you've missed.<span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">'The glacier knocks in the cupboard,<span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">The desert sighs in the bed, </span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">And the crack in the tea-cup opens<span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">A lane to the land of the dead.<span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">'Where the beggars raffle the banknotes<span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">And the Giant is enchanting to Jack, </span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,<span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">And Jill goes down on her back.<span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">'O look, look in the mirror,<span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">O look in your distress: </span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Life remains a blessing<span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Although you cannot bless.<span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">'O stand, stand at the window<span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">As the tears scald and start; </span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">You shall love your crooked neighbour<span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">With your crooked heart.'<span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">It was late, late in the evening,<span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">The lovers they were gone; </span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">The clocks had ceased their chiming,<span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">And the deep river ran on.<span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">
<br /></span></p> <table class="MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="52%" style="width:52.32%;mso-cellspacing:0in;mso-yfti-tbllook:1184;mso-padding-alt: 1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt"> <tbody><tr style="mso-yfti-irow:0;mso-yfti-firstrow:yes;height:31.0pt"> <td valign="top" style="padding:1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt;height:31.0pt"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"><span><span> </span>- W.H. Auden<o:p></o:p></span></p> </td> </tr> <tr style="mso-yfti-irow:1;height:50.8pt"> <td valign="top" style="padding:1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt;height:50.8pt"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><i><span>Listen to this poem in the voice of Dylan Thomas: </span></i><i><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><a href="http://static.salon.com/mp3s/premium/thomas/dylan_thomas_collection/cd5_a_visit_to_america/05_as_i_walked_out.mp3">http://static.salon.com/mp3s/premium/thomas/dylan_thomas_collection/cd5_a_visit_to_america/05_as_i_walked_out.mp3</a><o:p></o:p></span></i></p> </td> </tr> <tr style="mso-yfti-irow:2;mso-yfti-lastrow:yes;height:8.25pt"> <td style="padding:1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt 1.5pt;height:8.25pt"></td> </tr> </tbody></table> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">RAI</div>Priyankarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-51092492888495513032011-05-18T01:43:00.000-07:002011-05-18T01:51:01.189-07:00Lines from Kurt Tucholsky<span class="Apple-style-span">“Those who hate most fervently must have once loved deeply; those who want to deny the world must have once embraced what they now set on fire.”</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">“Nothing is more difficult and nothing requires more character than to find oneself in open opposition to one's time (and those one loves) and to say loudly: No!”</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">RAI</div>Priyankarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-51893402394126669372010-04-03T08:46:00.000-07:002010-04-03T08:50:20.293-07:00Lines Written In Early Spring -William Wordsworth<p>I HEARD a thousand blended notes,</p><p>While in a grove I sate reclined,</p><p>In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts</p><p>Bring sad thoughts to the mind.</p><p> </p><p>To her fair works did Nature link</p><p>The human soul that through me ran;</p><p>And much it grieved my heart to think</p><p>What man has made of man.</p><p> </p><p>Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,</p><p>The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;</p><p>And 'tis my faith that every flower</p><p>Enjoys the air it breathes.</p><p> </p><p>The birds around me hopped and played,</p><p>Their thoughts I cannot measure:—-</p><p>But the least motion which they made,</p><p>It seemed a thrill of pleasure.</p><p> </p><p>The budding twigs spread out their fan,</p><p>To catch the breezy air;</p><p>And I must think, do all I can,</p><p>That there was pleasure there.</p><p> </p><p>If this belief from heaven be sent,</p><p>If such be Nature's holy plan,</p><p>Have I not reason to lament</p><p>What man has made of man? </p><div class="blogger-post-footer">RAI</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-62758845928544840252009-10-11T21:42:00.000-07:002009-10-11T21:48:03.135-07:00Gabriel's words...<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">...If I would know that these will be the last minutes that I will see you, I will say to you "I love you" and wouldn't assume that you would know it....</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">- Gabriel Garcia Marquez</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">RAI</div>Priyankarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-17130577900197492302009-08-16T22:15:00.000-07:002009-08-16T22:24:13.139-07:00Again and again<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Again and again , however we know the landscape of love<br />and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,<br />and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">fall: again and again the two of us walk out together</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">under the ancient trees, lie down again and again </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">among the flowers, face to face with the sky.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">RAI</div>Priyankarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-78353128083213320842009-07-08T04:29:00.000-07:002009-07-08T05:30:34.343-07:00Tonight I can write the saddest lines...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tonight I can write the saddest lines.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Write, for example, "The night is shattered and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance."<br />The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.<br />Tonight I can write the saddest lines.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.<br />Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.<br />She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">How could one not have loved her great still eyes.<br />Tonight I can write the saddest lines.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.<br />To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.<br />What does it matter that my love could not keep her.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The night is shattered and she is not with me.<br />This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.<br />My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.<br />The same night whitening the same trees.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We, of that time, are no longer the same.<br />I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.<br />Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.<br />I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Love is so short, forgetting is so long.<br />Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.<br />Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">RAI</div>Priyankarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-11267436519906272342009-06-09T00:51:00.001-07:002009-06-09T01:22:26.282-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer">RAI</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-14439660880424435422009-06-08T01:06:00.000-07:002009-06-08T02:52:14.695-07:00Time (Waqt), Javed AkhtarThe following is the translation fo the orignal in <a href="http://www.javedakhtar.com/tarkash/waqt.htm"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Hindi</span></a><span style="color:#ff6600;">.</span><br /><br /><strong>What is time?<br />What is this thing that goes on without pause?<br />If it did not pass,<br />Then where could it have been?<br />It must have been somewhere.<br />It has passed.<br />So where is it now?<br />It must be somewhere.<br />Where did it come from? Where did it go?<br />Where did the process start? Where will it end?<br />What is time?<br />These events<br />Incidents<br />Conflicts<br />Every grief<br />Every joy<br />Every torment<br />Every pleasure<br />Every smile<br />Every tear<br />Every song<br />Every scent,<br />It may be the pain of a wound<br />Or the magic of a tender touch,<br />Or lonely voice or cries around;<br />Success and failures assailing the mind;<br />The upheavals of care, the tumult of the heart.<br />All feelings<br />All emotions<br />Are like leaves<br />Floating on the surface of the water.<br />As they swim along<br />Now here,<br />Now there,<br />And now they disappear,<br />Gone from site, but<br />There must be something<br />Flowing along.<br />What is this river?<br />What hills has it come from?<br />To what sea is it going?<br />What is time?<br />Sometimes I think<br />When I see trees from a moving train,<br />It seems<br />They go in the opposite way.<br />But in reality<br />The trees are standing still.<br />So can it be<br />That all our centuries,<br />Row upon row, are standing still?<br />Can it be that time is fixed,<br />And we alone are in motion?<br />Can it be that in this one moment<br />All moments,<br />All centuries are hidden?<br />No future<br />No past.<br />What has gone by<br />Is happening now.<br />I think -<br />Can it be possible<br />That this is true,<br />That we are in motion?<br />We pass by,<br />And what we imagine<br />Is moving<br />Is really motionless.<br />Moving, not moving?<br />Whole or divided?<br />Is it frozen,<br />Or is it melting?<br />Who knows?<br />Who can guess?<br />What is time?<br />This glorious universe<br />It seems<br />Even today is not content<br />With all its glory.<br />At every moment<br />It becomes wider and more vast.<br />It stretches out its arms<br />And with its fingers like galaxies<br />Touches other parts of space.<br />If this is true,<br />Outside the bounds of all we can imagine<br />Somewhere there will certainly be a part of space,<br />Which<br />So far it has not touched<br />With its fingers like galaxies,<br />Where nothing has happened.<br />A part of space,<br />Which has not heard the Creator's command,<br />'Be!'<br />Where God does not yet exist.<br />And in that place<br />There will be no time<br />One day<br />This glorious universe will reach<br />This untouched part of space.<br />And then with its whole existence<br />It will cry:<br />'Be!'<br />Time will be born there also.<br />If there is birth, then there is death.<br />I think<br />It is not true<br />That time has no end and no beginning.<br />The thread is very long<br />But<br />Somewhere the thread will have an end.<br />Now mankind is confused<br />Because it was born in this cage of time.<br />It was brought up and raised here.<br />But now man has discovered<br />That outside the cage of time<br />There lies another part of space.<br />So he thinks,<br />He asks,<br />What is time?</strong><br />................................................................................<br /> Read about <a href="http://www.javedakhtar.com/biodata1.html"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Javed Akhtar.</span> </a><br />................................................................................<div class="blogger-post-footer">RAI</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-56686279097108866662009-06-04T01:25:00.000-07:002009-06-04T01:43:24.261-07:00"Only in Sleep" by Sara TeasdaleOnly in sleep I see their faces,<br />Children I played with when I was a child,<br />Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,<br />Annie with ringlets warm and wild.<br />Only in sleep Time is forgotten —<br />What may have come to them, who can know?<br />Yet we played last night as long ago,<br />And the doll-house stood at the turn of the stair.<br />The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces,<br />I met their eyes and found them mild —<br />Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder,<br />And for them am I too a child?<div class="blogger-post-footer">RAI</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-43387365833613503572009-06-02T05:12:00.000-07:002009-06-04T01:27:45.927-07:00Childhood -Rilke<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">It would be good to give much thought, before</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">you try to find words for something so lost,</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">for those long childhood afternoons you knew</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">that vanished so completely -and why?</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">We're still reminded-: sometimes by a rain,</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">but we can no longer say what it means;</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">life was never again so filled with meeting,</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">with reunion and with passing on</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">as back then, when nothing happened to use</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">except what happens to things and creatures:</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">we lived their world as something human,</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">and became filled to the brim with figures.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And became as lonely as a sheperd</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">and as overburdened by vast distances,</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">and summoned and stirred as from far away,</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">and slowly, like a long new thread,</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">introduced into that picture-sequence</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">RAI</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-90370719389914933842009-02-19T04:37:00.000-08:002009-06-04T01:27:45.927-07:00Girl in Love - RilkeThat's my window. This minute<br />So gently did I alight<br />From sleep--was still floating in it.<br />Where has my life its limit<br />And where begins the night?<br /><br />I could fancy all things around me<br />Were nothing but I as yet;<br />Like a crystal's depth, profoundly<br />Mute, translucent, unlit.<br /><br />I have space to spare inside me<br />For the stars, too: so full of room<br />Feels my heart; so lightly<br />Would it let go of him, whom<br /><br />For all I know I have started<br />To love, it may be to hold.<br />Strange, as if never charted,<br />Stares my fortune untold.<br /><br />Why is it I am bedded<br />Beneath this infinitude,<br />Fragrant like a meadow,<br />Hither and thither moved,<br /><br />Calling out, yet fearing<br />Someone might hear the cry,<br />Destined to disappearing<br />Within another I.<div class="blogger-post-footer">RAI</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-29343799618718438852009-02-16T02:49:00.000-08:002009-06-04T01:28:35.474-07:00Neruda once more...<span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>Sonnet LXXXI</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#666666;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><p>And now you’re mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.<br />Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.<br />The night turns on its invisible wheels,<br />And you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.<br /><p>No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,<br />We will go together, over the waters of time.<br />No one else will travel through the shadows with me,<br />Only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.</p><br /><p>Your hands have already opened their delicate fists<br />And let their soft drifting signs drop away;<br />Your eyes closed like two gray wings, and I move<br />After, following the folding water you carry, that carries<br />Me away. The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny.<br />Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all. </p></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">RAI</div>Priyankarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-73747113755025859262009-02-16T01:03:00.000-08:002009-06-04T01:33:49.193-07:00Words of Shakespeare<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;">Give me my Romeo; and when he shall die,<br />Take him and cut him out in little stars,<br />And he will make the face of heaven so fine<br />That all the world will be in love with night<br />And pay no worship to the garish sun.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">RAI</div>Priyankarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-41298221192257100582009-02-15T21:13:00.000-08:002009-06-04T01:28:35.474-07:00Thoughts from Pablo Neruda<p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"><strong><br />Sonnet LXIX</strong></span></p><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;">Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence,<br />Without you moving, slicing the noon<br />Like a blue flower, without you walking<br />Later through the fog and the cobbles,<br />Without the light you carry in your hand,<br />Golden, which maybe others will not see,<br />Which maybe no one knew was growing<br />Like the red beginnings of a rose.<br /><br /><br />In short, without your presence: without your coming<br />Suddenly, incitingly, to know my life,<br />Gust of a rosebush, wheat of wind:<br /><br /><br />Since then I am because you are,<br />Since then you are, I am, we are,<br />And through love I will be, you will be, we'll be.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">RAI</div>Priyankarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14279652485012159959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-1577398233387332512008-08-22T02:42:00.000-07:002009-06-04T01:31:53.472-07:00In words of Shakespeare<p><strong>A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act II, Sc. I</strong><br />I'll put a girdle round about the earth<br />In forty minutes.</p><p><br /><strong>Antony and Cleopatra, Act II, Sc. II<br /></strong>Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale<br />Her infinite variety.</p><p><br /><strong>As You Like It, Act I, Sc. II<br /></strong>The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show.</p><p><br /><strong>As You Like It, Act V, Sc. I</strong><br />The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.</p><p><br /><strong>Hamlet, Act IV, Sc. V</strong><br />We know what we are, but know not what we may be.</p><p><br /><strong>Hamlet, Act IV, Sc. V</strong><br />You must wear your rue with a difference.<br />There 's a daisy; I would give you some violets, but they withered.</p><p><br /><strong>Julius Caesar, Act IV, Sc. III</strong><br />The deep of night is crept upon our talk,<br />And nature must obey necessity.</p><p><br /><strong>King Henry IV. Part I, Act II, Sc. III</strong><br />Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.</p><p><br /><strong>King Henry IV. Part II, Act I, Sc. II</strong><br />Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.</p><p><br /><strong>King John, Act III, Sc. IV</strong><br />Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale<br />Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer">RAI</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-77538520948302759542008-07-23T23:51:00.000-07:002009-06-04T01:27:45.928-07:00You who never arrived in my arms - Rilke<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SIgoGbu-GMI/AAAAAAAABJo/QUVgj1G9E3A/s1600-h/sky-and-flowers.jpg"><span style="color:#000099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226471458552551618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SIgoGbu-GMI/AAAAAAAABJo/QUVgj1G9E3A/s400/sky-and-flowers.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000099;"><br /></span><div><span style="color:#000099;">You who never arrived in my arms,<br />Beloved, who were lost<br />from the start,<br />I don't even know what songs<br />would please you.<br />I have given up trying to recognize<br />you in the surging wave of the next moment.<br />All the immense images in me -- the far-off, deeply-felt<br />landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and<br />unsuspected turns in the path,<br />and those powerful lands that were once<br />pulsing with the life of the gods--<br />all rise within me to mean<br />you, who forever elude me. </span></div><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#000099;">You, Beloved, who are all<br />the gardens I have ever gazed at,<br />longing. An open window<br />in a country house-- , and you almost<br />stepped out, pensive, to meet me.<br />Streets that I chanced upon,--<br />you had just walked down them and vanished.<br />And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors<br />were still dizzy with your presence and,<br />startled, gave back my too-sudden image.<br />Who knows? Perhaps the same<br />bird echoed through both of us<br />yesterday, separate, in the evening...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">RAI</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-3698764672556530912008-04-30T02:58:00.000-07:002009-06-04T01:33:33.184-07:00Story - Stephen Dunn<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SBhDHB-aWQI/AAAAAAAAA9E/oKN7-Ca6eV0/s1600-h/christmas-fairies.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194975958240221442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6Ogu4j57pg/SBhDHB-aWQI/AAAAAAAAA9E/oKN7-Ca6eV0/s200/christmas-fairies.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">A woman's taking her late-afternoon walk<br />on Chestnut where no sidewalk exists<br />and houses with gravel driveways<br />sit back among the pines. Only the house<br />with the vicious dog is close to the road.<br />An electric fence keeps him in check.<br />When she comes to that house, the woman<br />always crosses to the other side.<br />I'm the woman's husband. It's a problem<br />loving your protagonist too much.<br />Soon the dog is going to break through<br />that fence, teeth bared, and go for my wife.<br />She will be helpless. I'm out of town,<br />helpless too. Here comes the dog.<br />What kind of dog? A mad dog, a dog<br />like one of those teenagers who just loses it<br />on the playground, kills a teacher.<br />Something's going to happen that can't happen<br />in a good story: out of nowhere a car<br />comes and kills the dog. The dog flies<br />in the air, lands in a patch of delphiniums.<br />My wife is crying now. The woman who hit<br />the dog has gotten out of her car. She holds<br />both hands to her face. The woman who owns<br />the dog has run out of her house. Three women<br />crying in the street, each for different reasons.<br />All of this is so unlikely; it's as if<br />I've found myself in a country of pure fact,<br />miles from truth's more demanding realm.<br />When I listened to my wife's story on the phone<br />I knew I'd take it from her, tell it<br />every which way until it had an order<br />and a deceptive period at the end. That's what<br />I always do in the face of helplessness,<br />make some arrangements if I can.<br />Praise the odd, serendipitous world.<br />Nothing I'd be inclined to think of<br />would have stopped that dog.<br />Only the facts saved her.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">RAI</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-32343330353745457902008-04-15T05:21:00.000-07:002009-06-04T01:33:33.184-07:00Love Calls Us To The Things Of This World - Richard Wilbur<span style="color:#663333;">The eyes open to a cry of pulleys,<br />And spirited from sleep, the astounded<br />soul<br />Hangs for a moment bodiless and<br />simple<br />As false dawn.<br />Outside the open window<br />The morning air is all awash with<br />angels.<br /><br />Some are in bed-sheets, some are<br />in blouses,<br />Some are in smocks: but truly there<br />they are.<br />Now they are rising together in calm<br />swells<br />Of halcyon feeling, filling whatever they<br />wear<br />With the deep joy of their impersonal<br />breathing;<br /><br />Now they are flying in place,<br />conveying<br />The terrible speed of their<br />omnipresence, moving<br />And staying like white water; and now<br />of a sudden<br />They swoon down in so rapt a quiet<br />That nobody seems to be there.<br />The soul shrinks<br /><br />From all that it is about to remember,<br />From the punctual rape of every<br />blessed day,<br />And cries,<br />"Oh, let there be nothing on<br />earth but laundry,<br />Nothing but rosy hands in the rising<br />steam<br />And clear dances done in the sight of<br />heaven."<br /><br />Yet, as the sun acknowledges<br />With a warm look the world's hunks<br />and colors,<br />The soul descends once more in bitter<br />love<br />To accept the waking body, saying now<br />In a changed voice as the man yawns<br />and rises,<br /><br />"Bring them down from their ruddy<br />gallows;<br />Let there be clean linen for the backs<br />of thieves;<br />Let lovers go fresh and sweet to be<br />undone,<br />And the heaviest nuns walk in a pure<br />floating<br />Of dark habits,<br />keeping their difficult<br />balance."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">RAI</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-8639096590033945612008-04-11T03:53:00.000-07:002009-06-04T01:33:33.184-07:00Different Hours -Stephen Dunn<p><span style="color:#330099;">And now, next day, I wake before<br />the sound of traffic, amazed<br />that the paper has been delivered,<br />that the world is up and working.<br />A dazed rabbit sits in the dewy grass.<br />The clematis has no aspirations<br />as it climbs its trestle. . . .<br /></span></p><p><span style="color:#330099;">And somewhere a philosopher is erasing<br />"time's empty passing" because he's seen<br />a woman in a ravishing dress.<br />In a different hour he'll put it back. </span></p><p><span style="color:#330099;">-------------</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"><em>Words of interest:</em></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"><em>Clematis - Any of various ornamental climbing plants of the genus Clematis usually having showy flowers .</em></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"><em>Trestle - A horizontal beam or bar held up by two pairs of divergent legs and used as a support.</em></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">RAI</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-43570858717846262852008-04-11T03:41:00.000-07:002009-06-04T01:33:33.184-07:00Like Most Revelations by Richard Howard<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;">It is the movement that incites the form,<br />discovered as a downward rapture--yes,<br />it is the movement that delights the form,<br />sustained by its own velocity. And yet<br /><br />it is the movement that delays the form<br />while darkness slows and encumbers; in fact<br />it is the movement that betrays the form,<br />baffled in such toils of ease, until<br /><br />it is the movement that deceives the form,<br />beguiling our attention--we supposed<br />it is the movement that achieves the form.<br />Were we mistaken? What does it matter if<br /><br />it is the movement that negates the form?<br />Even though we give (give up) ourselves<br />to this mortal process of continuing,<br />it is the movement that creates the form.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">RAI</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18035785.post-54816971855221257022008-04-07T00:00:00.000-07:002009-06-04T01:28:35.474-07:00Ode To the Smell of Wood - by Pablo NerudaLate, with the stars<br />open in the cold<br />I open the door.<br />The sea galloped<br />in the night.<br />Like a hand from the dark house<br />came the intense aroma of firewood in the pile.<br />The aroma was visible as if the tree were alive.<br />As if it still breathed.<br />Visible like a garment.<br />Visible like a broken branch.<br />I walked into the house surrounded<br />by that balsam-flavored darkness.<br />Outside the points in the sky sparkled<br />like magnetic stone<br />sand the smell of the wood<br />touched my heart like some fingers,<br />like jasmine,<br />like certain memories.<br />It wasn't the sharp smell<br />of the pines,no,it wasn't<br />the break in the skin<br />of the eucalyptus,neither was it<br />the green perfumes<br />of the grapevine stalk,but<br />something more secret,because that fragrance<br />only one<br />only one<br />time existed,<br />and there, of all I have seen in the world<br />in my own house at night, next to the winter sea,<br />was waiting for methe smell<br />of the deepest rose,<br />the heart cut from the earth,<br />something that invaded me like a wave<br />breaking loose<br />from timeand it lost itself in me<br />when I opened the door<br />of the night.<div class="blogger-post-footer">RAI</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0