Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918
Trees
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
comfort of feeling safe with a person;
having neither to weigh thoughts nor
measure words, but to pour them all
out, just as they are, chaff and grain
together, knowing that a faithful hand
will take and sift them, keep what is
worth keeping, and then, with a breath
of kindness, blow the rest away.”
- George Eliot Leena Manimekalai shared Nitesh Noor Mohanty's photo.
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Lenin Akathiya
அவளை அடிக்கடி பார்க்கக்கூடாது என்று மனத்தில் உறுதி எடுத்துக்கொள்வேன். ஆனால் அந்த உறுதிமொழியைக் காப்பாற்ற முடிந்தால்தானே! ஒவ்வொரு நாளும் என்னுடைய ஆசைக்கு நான் அடிபணிந்து விடுகிறேன்.
உடனடியாகவே இன்றோடு சரி, நாளைக்கு அவளைப் பார்க்கக்கூடாது என்று மிக சிரத்தையாக உறுதியெடுத்துக்கொள்வேன். மறுநாள் விடிய வேண்டியதுதான்.
உடனேயே ஆவலைத் தடுக்க முடியாமல் ஏதாவது ஒரு காரணத்தைச் சொல்லிக்கொண்டு, எனக்குத் தெரியாமலேயே, அவளிடம் போய் நின்றுவிடுவேன்.
- காதலின் துயரம் நாவலில் இருந்து....
- கதே
Welcome and Farewell
- Goethe
[Another of the love-songs addressed to Frederica.]
QUICK throbb'd my heart: to norse! haste, haste,
And lo! 'twas done with speed of light;
The evening soon the world embraced,
And o'er the mountains hung the night.
Soon stood, in robe of mist, the oak,
A tow'ring giant in his size,
Where darkness through the thicket broke,
And glared with hundred gloomy eyes.
From out a hill of clouds the moon
With mournful gaze began to peer:
The winds their soft wings flutter'd soon,
And murmur'd in mine awe-struck ear;
The night a thousand monsters made,
Yet fresh and joyous was my mind;
What fire within my veins then play'd!
What glow was in my bosom shrin'd!
I saw thee, and with tender pride
Felt thy sweet gaze pour joy on me;
While all my heart was at thy side.
And every breath I breath'd for thee.
The roseate hues that spring supplies
Were playing round thy features fair,
And love for me--ye Deities!
I hoped it, I deserved it ne'er!
But, when the morning sun return'd,
Departure filled with grief my heart:
Within thy kiss, what rapture burn'd!
But in thy look, what bitter smart!
I went--thy gaze to earth first roved
Thou follow'dst me with tearful eye:
And yet, what rapture to be loved!
And, Gods, to love--what ecstasy!
1771.
Restless Love
THROUGH rain, through snow,
Through tempest go!
'Mongst streaming caves,
O'er misty waves,
On, on! still on!
Peace, rest have flown!
Sooner through sadness
I'd wish to be slain,
Than all the gladness
Of life to sustain
All the fond yearning
That heart feels for heart,
Only seems burning
To make them both smart.
How shall I fly?
Forestwards hie?
Vain were all strife!
Bright crown of life.
Turbulent bliss,--
Love, thou art this!
1789.
Trees
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
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Leena Manimekalai (https://www.facebook.com/lmanimekalai/posts/10152565760382645)
7 hrs · 31/07/2014 7.05 AM
So therefore I dedicate myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my sufferances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.― Jack Kerouac
Thanks Karthik Muthuvali
“Oh, the comfort, the inexpressibleLeena Manimekalai (https://www.facebook.com/lmanimekalai/posts/10152565760382645)
7 hrs · 31/07/2014 7.05 AM
So therefore I dedicate myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my sufferances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.― Jack Kerouac
Thanks Karthik Muthuvali
comfort of feeling safe with a person;
having neither to weigh thoughts nor
measure words, but to pour them all
out, just as they are, chaff and grain
together, knowing that a faithful hand
will take and sift them, keep what is
worth keeping, and then, with a breath
of kindness, blow the rest away.”
- George Eliot Leena Manimekalai shared Nitesh Noor Mohanty's photo.
#####################################
Shanmugam Subramaniam liked this.
Lenin Akathiya
அவளை அடிக்கடி பார்க்கக்கூடாது என்று மனத்தில் உறுதி எடுத்துக்கொள்வேன். ஆனால் அந்த உறுதிமொழியைக் காப்பாற்ற முடிந்தால்தானே! ஒவ்வொரு நாளும் என்னுடைய ஆசைக்கு நான் அடிபணிந்து விடுகிறேன்.
உடனடியாகவே இன்றோடு சரி, நாளைக்கு அவளைப் பார்க்கக்கூடாது என்று மிக சிரத்தையாக உறுதியெடுத்துக்கொள்வேன். மறுநாள் விடிய வேண்டியதுதான்.
உடனேயே ஆவலைத் தடுக்க முடியாமல் ஏதாவது ஒரு காரணத்தைச் சொல்லிக்கொண்டு, எனக்குத் தெரியாமலேயே, அவளிடம் போய் நின்றுவிடுவேன்.
- காதலின் துயரம் நாவலில் இருந்து....
- கதே
Welcome and Farewell
- Goethe
[Another of the love-songs addressed to Frederica.]
QUICK throbb'd my heart: to norse! haste, haste,
And lo! 'twas done with speed of light;
The evening soon the world embraced,
And o'er the mountains hung the night.
Soon stood, in robe of mist, the oak,
A tow'ring giant in his size,
Where darkness through the thicket broke,
And glared with hundred gloomy eyes.
From out a hill of clouds the moon
With mournful gaze began to peer:
The winds their soft wings flutter'd soon,
And murmur'd in mine awe-struck ear;
The night a thousand monsters made,
Yet fresh and joyous was my mind;
What fire within my veins then play'd!
What glow was in my bosom shrin'd!
I saw thee, and with tender pride
Felt thy sweet gaze pour joy on me;
While all my heart was at thy side.
And every breath I breath'd for thee.
The roseate hues that spring supplies
Were playing round thy features fair,
And love for me--ye Deities!
I hoped it, I deserved it ne'er!
But, when the morning sun return'd,
Departure filled with grief my heart:
Within thy kiss, what rapture burn'd!
But in thy look, what bitter smart!
I went--thy gaze to earth first roved
Thou follow'dst me with tearful eye:
And yet, what rapture to be loved!
And, Gods, to love--what ecstasy!
1771.
Restless Love
THROUGH rain, through snow,
Through tempest go!
'Mongst streaming caves,
O'er misty waves,
On, on! still on!
Peace, rest have flown!
Sooner through sadness
I'd wish to be slain,
Than all the gladness
Of life to sustain
All the fond yearning
That heart feels for heart,
Only seems burning
To make them both smart.
How shall I fly?
Forestwards hie?
Vain were all strife!
Bright crown of life.
Turbulent bliss,--
Love, thou art this!
1789.