Hi everybody, dear readers and loyal subbies,
Somehow I have been really loving poetry lately. So when I heard and read this beautiful poem, I just thought I had to share this with you . In my opinion these magic words from William Wordsworth should not be lost. I did not write down all the verses of this poem, but listed my two favorite verses of this poem. I hope you all enjoy!
INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD by William Wordsworth
THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;–
Turn wheresoe’er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
But there’s a Tree, of many, one,
A single Field which I have looked upon,
Both of them speak of something that is gone:
The Pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat:
Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
Even though some might find this poem misplaced, I hope some enjoyed reading these 2 verses of William Wordsworth’s :
INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD
Until next post friends!
Hi everybody, dear readers and loyal subbies.
Not to be sappy or a hopeless romantic but the Poem One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII by Pablo Neruda describes to me the true meaning of love. I learned of this poem several years ago when I watched the film Patch Adams. When reading this poem to his object of his affection he wanted to show his true feelings towards her.
I honestly believe that reading and hearing this poem in Spanish would sound even better but the below words will always mean a lot to me.
”One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII by Pablo Neruda ”
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.
I know this was a little different than the posts you are usually used to from me, but I felt like sharing this great poem from Pablo Neruda. I hope you all enjoyed reading the words of this sadly departed poet, whom I am sure still inspires multiple people around the world. For my last post click here. Until next post friends!