Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

by Christopher Marlowe

COME live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.

There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Fair linèd slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.

A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my Love.

Thy silver dishes for thy meat
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall on an ivory table be
Prepared each day for thee and me.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my Love.

"The Passionate Shepherd to His Love" by Christopher Marlowe. Public Domain.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Shakespeare's Sonnet 116



I'm memorizing this Shakespearean sonnet. It appears in several films and TV shows like Sense & Sensibility and One Tree Hill.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz

by Pablo Naruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
I saw the part I've put in bold on a subway sigh.

Mission

I love Romantic Comedies and this blog will serve to share my opinions, my pics and pans on the genre.

I'll feature films, TV programs, novels and YouTube finds, from classic to modern stories.