"Unrequited Love" : poetry, quotes, thoughts, etc.
#81
Posted 05 April 2008 - 01:46 AM
-Paolo Coelho
#82
Posted 05 April 2008 - 02:07 AM
by Sylvia Plath
Cold on my narrow cot I lie
and in sorrow look
through my window-square of black:
figured in the midnight sky,
a mosaic of stars
diagrams the falling years,
while from the moon, my lover's eye
chills me to death
with radiance of his frozen faith.
Once I wounded him with so
small a thorn
I never thought his flesh would burn
or that the heat within would grow
until he stood
incandescent as a god;
now there is nowhere I can go
to hide from him:
moon and sun reflect his flame.
In the morning all shall be
the same again:
stars pale before the angry dawn;
the gilded cock will turn for me
the rack of time
until the peak of noon has come
and by that glare, my love will see
how I am still
blazing in my golden hell.
#83
Posted 05 April 2008 - 02:21 AM
by Anna Akhmatova
Lying in me, as though it were a white
Stone in the depths of a well, is one
Memory that I cannot, will not, fight:
It is happiness, and it is pain.
Anyone looking straight into my eyes
Could not help seeing it, and could not fail
To become thoughtful, more sad and quiet
Than if he were listening to some tragic tale.
I know the gods changed people into things,
Leaving their consciousness alive and free.
To keep alive the wonder of suffering,
You have been metamorphosed into me.
#84
Posted 17 April 2008 - 05:38 PM
by A. Akhmatova
There is an utter mark in the people's nearness,
Which can't be crossed by love and passion,--
But in the striking silence lips become one
And the heart is torn apart by love.
And here friendship is helpless,
And the mountain of high and flaming happiness,
When the soul is free and estranged
From the slow calm of sweet passion.
In striving for it they become insane,
And those attaining it are annihilated by grief...
And now you understand why
My heart doesn't beat under your hand.
#85
Posted 17 April 2008 - 05:39 PM
by A. Akhmatova
I drink to the ruined house,
To the evil of my life,
To our shared loneliness
And I drink to you--
To the lie of lips that betrayed me,
To the deadly coldness of the eyes,
To the fact that the world is cruel and depraved,
To the fact that God did not save.
#86
Posted 17 April 2008 - 07:28 PM
Sorting Laundry
Folding clothes,
I think of folding you
into my life.
Our king-sized sheets
like table cloths
for the banquets of giants,
pillow cases, despite so many
washings seams still
holding our dreams.
Towels patterned orange and green,
flowered pink and lavender,
gaudy, bought on sale,
reserved, we said, for the beach,
refusing, even after years,
to bleach into respectability.
So many shirts and skirts and pants
recycling week after week, head over heels
recapitulating themselves.
All those wrinkles
to be smoothed, or else
ignored, they're in style.
Myriad uncoupled socks
which went paired into the foam
like those creatures in the ark.
And what's shrunk
is tough to discard
even for Goodwill.
In pockets, surprises:
forgotten matches,
lost screws clinking on enamel;
paper clips, whatever they held
between shiny jaws, now
dissolved or clogging the drain;
well-washed dollars, legal tender
for all debts public and private,
intact despite agitation;
and, gleaming in the maelstrom,
one bright dime,
broken necklace of good gold
you brought from Kuwait,
the strangely tailored shirt
left by a former lover...
If you were to leave me,
if I were to fold
only my own clothes,
the convexes and concaves
of my blouses, panties, stockings, bras
turned upon themselves,
a mountain of unsorted wash
could not fill
the empty side of the bed.
-Elisavietta Ritshie (b. 1932)
Found this one while reading. I need a long long long nap.
#87
Posted 06 May 2008 - 05:54 PM
I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
- A. Nin
#88
Posted 07 May 2008 - 01:07 PM
...
Geghetsik es du, inchpes bolor@,
Voronts sirum en.
Yev voch aveli u voch el pakas:
Inchd e geghetsik? urish@ kasi,
Minchder indz hamar du geghetsik es,
Inchpes bolor@ voronts sirum en:
Yev kaxardich es inchpes bolor@,
Voronts chen tirel:
Yev ansovor es,
Qani vor nor es.
Yev sovorakan` qani vor du el
Yerbeq ches karogh ch@sirvats mnal:
...
O Sulamita, bats ara durd:
Yes qez chem pntrel, qez chem voronel,
Chem el hartsrel yes pahaknerits
Qo` im chunetsats-chimatsats hastsen:
Yes jampordi pes,
U molorvatsi,
Hasel em durd,
Vor yev baxum e im dzerq@ drsits,
Qo sirt@` nersits:
@ndunir hyurid,
Vor kdarna ter,
Bayts nayev` tsara ...
....
Ax, ayd qo shiknats ayter@ maqur`
Qo tux mazer@ lusapsakvats:
Yev qo shurte~r@ ...
Inchu e tvum?
Te qo ayterin - araji~n agam -
Hpvel@ nuynqan dzhvar e hima,
Vorqan vor hnum havatapoxam - dartsi berum@,
Yev qez hambureln - arajin angam -
Nuynn e, inch mi nor tajar averel,
Te himnadrel mi yekeghetsi? ...
..
I think this is one of the most romantic poems ever written. It reads so vulnerably; so full of hope and at once helplessness.
How talented can one have been to put into words such feelings and create such pictures in my mind?!?!?! Ehh Sevak, Sevak.
#89
Posted 07 May 2008 - 01:59 PM
Marriages are corporate mergers and contractual negotiations. -- Me
I am such a genius. -- Me
Love poetry is purely for the delusional and the surrealists by the delusion and the surrealists. -- Me
#90
Posted 07 May 2008 - 02:58 PM
So is color! Such nonsense are both! And yet both have been necessary and important enough to withstand evolution throughout the ages. We have been programmed to fool ourselves in order to be able to survive. (Bio Psych)
Marriages are corporate mergers and contractual negotiations. -- Me
And you would have the MAN of the household be sole owner of all stocks and hold the portfloio in his hands. And the contract would be written under his own terms! That is why most marriages do not last beyond th 8th quarter!
Lol. We should enrol all would be newlyweds in Business Law and Econ courses. That will save them all.
While we are at it, can we enroll the girls in Sex Ed and the Boys in Home Ec?
I am such a genius. -- Me
Self proclaimed one? Doesn't fly!
Love poetry is purely for the delusional and the surrealists by the delusion and the surrealists. -- Me
Let it be so, I profess to be the dellusional being I am, lest I live in your colorless reality.
#91
Posted 07 May 2008 - 03:10 PM
Essentially, this is irrelevant. Love is a choice and nothing more. People grow unto one another, the rest is just tacked on.
A man should be at the helm of the household. If you don't like that go marry a gay guy. That does not mean a man should be the sole arbiter or decision maker, but his word should carry weight. The reason marriages don't last beyond the 8th quarter is because of silly women who think we are all equal and want to be all independent and cute. The contract should be mutual, or else why bother entering into such a transaction? A prenuptial agreement by the parties involved is a must, otherwise you accept the State's prenuptial agreement.
While we are at it, can we enroll the girls in Sex Ed and the Boys in Home Ec?
Another reason marriages fail is because the sex is horrible but this is not a valid reason to divorce when children are in the mix.
I am a genius, objectively manifested and time tested and peer reviewed.
It's your delusion not mine.
#92
Posted 07 May 2008 - 05:36 PM
-- do you think you are a god?
-- what do you mean "i think"???? I AM THE GOD!!!
--SomeMovie
#93
Posted 07 May 2008 - 11:29 PM
#95
Posted 08 May 2008 - 01:36 PM
#96
Posted 14 November 2008 - 08:49 PM
#97
Posted 24 December 2009 - 01:08 AM
By Konstantin Simonov
Wait for me, and I'll come back!
Wait with all you've got!
Wait, when dreary yellow rains
Tell you, you should not.
Wait when snow is falling fast,
Wait when summer's hot,
Wait when yesterdays are past,
Others are forgot.
Wait, when from that far-off place,
Letters don't arrive.
Wait, when those with whom you wait
Doubt if I'm alive.
Wait for me, and I'll come back!
Wait in patience yet
When they tell you off by heart
That you should forget.
Even when my dearest ones
Say that I am lost,
Even when my friends give up,
Sit and count the cost,
Drink a glass of bitter wine
To the fallen friend -
Wait! And do not drink with them!
Wait until the end!
Wait for me and I'll come back,
Dodging every fate!
"What a bit of luck!" they'll say,
Those that would not wait.
They will never understand
How amidst the strife,
By your waiting for me, dear,
You had saved my life.
Only you and I will know
How you got me through.
Simply - you knew how to wait -
No one else but you.
#98
Posted 08 January 2011 - 05:38 PM
cast a shadow on tomorrow's dreams.
#99
Posted 08 January 2011 - 05:40 PM
and finds in your presence that life is worth while.
So when you are lonely, remember it's true
Somebody somewhere is thinking of you.
- K. Blackburn -
#100
Posted 08 January 2011 - 06:33 PM
It is a long, intricate,
intimate dance together
and nothing matters more
than your own sense of balance
and your choice of partner.
- Amy Bloom -
1 user(s) are reading this topic
0 members, 1 guests, 0 anonymous users