A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?
The beloved replied
I have died to myself
and I live for you.
I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.
I have forgotten all my learnings,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholara.
I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.
If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.
Jan 28, 2006, 09:42PM PST | 0 comments
I love reading beautiful poetry and with the gift of sharing, I hope that your love for poetry is rekindled, rejuvenated or even enhanced. This communal area is for you to share your favourite poems for all to explicate, or interpret.
My favourite poet is W.B. Yeats. I adore so much of his work and I’d strongly recommend purchasing his book, “Collected Poems – W.B. Yeats”. One of my favourite poems is ‘He wishes for the cloths of heaven.’ So without further a do.
He wishes for the cloths of heaven.Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
Jan 14, 2006, 01:39PM PST | 0 comments