Love. Love. Love. Poems.
I am an English Major and Poetry Minor and am also a part of a poetry troupe (we're like a band. But instead of songs, we have poems) so poetry and word-magic is an, obviously, enormous part of my life and my character. Alex has developed a certain appreciation for it and has given me the go-ahead to place little cards with poetry on them at each of the place settings. He, on the other hand, comes from a family of firemen and works for the same company as his family and one day hopes to also be a fireman. We'll be strategically placing his family's collection of vintage and vintage inspired fire engines.
I wanted to share some of the words that I adore here. I'm including the entire poem, but bolding what parts I am certain I'll be using. I hope you all enjoy!
I wanted to share some of the words that I adore here. I'm including the entire poem, but bolding what parts I am certain I'll be using. I hope you all enjoy!
The Queen (Pablo Neruda)
I have named you queen.
There are taller ones than you. taller.
There are purer ones than you, purer.
There are lovelier than you, lovelier.
But you are the queen.
When you go through the streets
no one recognizes you.
No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks
at the carpet of red gold
that you tread as yoy pass,
the nonexistent carpet.
And when you appear
all the rivers sound
in my body, bells
shake the sky,
and a hymn fills the world.
Only you and I,
only you and I, my love,
listen to it.
I have named you queen.
There are taller ones than you. taller.
There are purer ones than you, purer.
There are lovelier than you, lovelier.
But you are the queen.
When you go through the streets
no one recognizes you.
No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks
at the carpet of red gold
that you tread as yoy pass,
the nonexistent carpet.
And when you appear
all the rivers sound
in my body, bells
shake the sky,
and a hymn fills the world.
Only you and I,
only you and I, my love,
listen to it.
Your Feet (Pablo Neruda)
When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your gentle weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.
When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your gentle weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.
True Love, a selection (Sharon Olds)
I open the window and snow has fallen in a
steep drift, against the pane, I
look up, into it,
a wall of cold crystals, silent
and glistening, I quietly call to you
and you come and hold my hand and I say
I cannot see beyond it. I cannot see beyond it.
I open the window and snow has fallen in a
steep drift, against the pane, I
look up, into it,
a wall of cold crystals, silent
and glistening, I quietly call to you
and you come and hold my hand and I say
I cannot see beyond it. I cannot see beyond it.
