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Posted in Wedding, tagged age, butterfly, childhood, england, flower, love, poem, poet, Poetry, relationship, spring, summer, Wedding, wedding reading, william wordsworth, winter wedding, yellow, youth on August 21, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
…..To a Butterfly by William Wordsworth
I’ve watched you now a full half-hour;
Self-poised upon that yellow flower
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless!–not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!
This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister’s flowers;
Here rest your wings when they are weary;
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We’ll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.
Fidelity by D.H. Lawrence
Man and woman are like the earth, that brings forth flowers
in summer, and love, but underneath is rock.
Older than flowers, older than ferns, older than foraminiferae,
older than plasm altogether is the soul underneath.
And when, throughout all the wild chaos of love
slowly a gem forms, in the ancient, once-more-molten rocks
of two human hearts, two ancient rocks,
a man’s heart and a woman’s,
that is the crystal of peace, The slow hard jewel of trust,
the sapphire of fidelity.
The gem of mutual peace emerging from the wild chaos of love.
Posted in love, relationship, Wedding, tagged body, flower, flowers, Georgia O'Keeffe, i love you, Jack-in-the-Pulpit No. IV, love, neruda, pablo neruda, poem, poems, poet, Poetry, reading, sensual, sonnet, soul, spain, spanish, Wedding, wedding flowers, wedding reading, winter weddding on August 1, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Jack-in-the-Pulpit No. IV, 1930 by Georgia O’Keeffe
Pablo Neruda, excerpt from 100 Love Sonnets
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.
Posted in love, Poetry, relationship, Wedding, tagged bad habit, beethoven, cigarette, cigars, fiance, giving up, habit, love, nun, poem, poet, Poetry, quit, quit smoking, quitting, reading, relationship, shakespeare, smoke, smoking, Wedding, wedding reading, wendy cope, winter wedding on July 25, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Not really appropriate for my fiancé and I as we gave up cigarettes together the day we got engaged. Still its a sweet poem.
Giving Up Smoking by Wendy Cope
There’s not a Shakespeare’s sonnet
nor a Beethoven quartet
that’s easier to like than you
nor harder to forget
You think it sounds extravagant
I haven’t finished yet
I like you more than I would like
to have a cigarette