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The Pasture
I�M going out to clean the pasture spring;
I�ll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha�n�t be gone long.�You come too.
I�m going out to fetch the little calf 5
That�s standing by the mother. It�s so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha�n�t be gone long.�You come too.
Robert Lee Frost
This one has been set to music at least once. The art song I heard in a recital was lovely.
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DOUBT me, my dim companion!
Why, God would be content
With but a fraction of the love
Poured thee without a stint.
The whole of me, forever, 5
What more the woman can,�
Say quick, that I may dower thee
With last delight I own!
It cannot be my spirit,
For that was thine before; 10
I ceded all of dust I knew,�
What opulence the more
Had I, a humble maiden,
Whose farthest of degree
Was that she might 15
Some distant heaven,
Dwell timidly with thee!
Emily Dickinson
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ELYSIUM is as far as to
The very nearest room,
If in that room a friend await
Felicity or doom.
What fortitude the soul contains, 5
That it can so endure
The accent of a coming foot,
The opening of a door!
Emily Dickinson
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Here are two of my favorites, having a common theme.
And they won't print wide.
Quand vous serez bien vielle, au soir, � la chandelle,
Assise aupr�s du feu, d�vidant et filant,
Direz, chantant mes vers, en vous �merveillant:
�Ronsard me c�l�brait au temps que j'�tais belle.�
Lors vous n'aurez servante oyant telle nouvelle,
D�j� sous le labeur � demi sommeillant,
Qui au bruit de mon nom ne s'aille r�veillant,
B�nissant votre nom de louange immortelle.
Je serais sous la terre et, fant�me sans os,
Par les ombres myrteux je prendrai mon repos;
Vous serez au foyer une vielle accroupie,
Regrettant mon amour et votre fier d�dain.
Vivez, si m'en croyez, n'attendez � demain;
Cueillez d�s aujourd'hui les roses de la vie.
-- Pierre de Ronsard Sonnets pour H�l�ne
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun,
The higher he's a-getting;
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best, which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer,
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times shall succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.
-- Robert Herrick To the Virgins to Make Much of Time
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Her Hair
O fleece, that down the neck waves to the nape!
O curls! O perfume nonchalant and rare!
O ecstasy! To fill this alcove shape
With memories that in these tresses sleep,
I would shake them like penions in the air!
Languorous Asia, burning Africa,
And a far world, defunct almost, absent,
Within your aromatic forest stay!
As other souls on music drift away,
Mine, O my love! still floats upon your scent.
I shall go there where, full of sap, both tree
And man swoon in the heat of the southern climates;
Strong tresses be the swell that carries me!
I dream upon your sea of amber
Of dazzling sails, of oarsmen, masts, and flames:
A sun-drenched and reverberating port,
Where I imbibe colour and sound and scent;
Where vessels, gliding through the gold and moir�,
Open their vast arms as they leave the shore
To clasp the pure and shimmering firmament.
I'll plunge my head, enamored of its pleasure,
In this black ocean where the other hides;
My subtle spirit then will know a measure
Of fertile idleness and fragrant leisure,
Lulled by the infinite rhythm of its tides!
Pavilion, of autumn-shadowed tresses spun,
You give me back the azure from afar;
And where the twisted locks are fringed with down
Lurk mingled odors I grow drunk upon
Of oil of coconut, of musk, and tar.
A long time! always! my hand in your hair
Will sow the stars of sapphire, pearl, ruby,
That you be never deaf to my desire,
My oasis and my gourd whence I aspire
To drink deep of the wine of memory.
Who likes which translation better?
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Well, here's the original French text...Bel?... which is the better translation from a French-speaking point of view? Remember, Baudelaire was a French Symbolist poet, his images were rich, sensuous, and emotional. La Chevelure
Charles Baudelaire
O toison, moutonnant jusque sur l'encolure!
O boucles! O parfum charg� de nonchaloir!
Extase! Pour peupler ce soir l'alc�ve obscure
Des souvenirs dormant dans cette chevelure,
Je la veux agiter dans l'air comme un mouchoir!
La langoureuse Asie et la br�lante Afrique,
Tout un monde lointain, absent, presque d�funt,
Vit dans les profondeurs, for�t aromatique!
Comme d'autres esprits voguent sur la musique,
Le mien, � mon amour! nage sur ton parfum.
J'irai l�-bas o� l'arbre et l'homme, pleins de s�ve,
Se p�ment longuement sous l'ardeur des climats;
Fortes tresses, soyez la houle qui m'enl�ve!
Tu contiens, mer d'�b�ne, un �blouissant r�ve
De voiles, de rameurs, de flammes et de m�ts:
Un port retentissant o� mon �me peut boire
A grands flots le parfum, le son et la couleur;
O� les vaisseaux, glissant dans l'or et dans la moire,
Ouvrent leurs vastes bras pour embrasser la gloire
D'un ciel pur o� fr�mit l'�ternelle chaleur.
Je plongerai ma t�te amoureuse d'ivresse
Dans ce noir oc�an o� l'autre est enferm�;
Et mon esprit subtil que le roulis caresse
Saura vous retrouver, � f�conde paresse!
Infinis bercements du loisir embaum�!
Cheveux bleus, pavillon de t�n�bres tendues,
Vous me rendez l'azur du ciel immense et rond;
Sur les bords duvet�s de vos m�ches tordues
Je m'enivre ardemment des senteurs confondues
De l'huile de coco, du musc et du goudron.
Longtemps! toujours! ma main dans ta crini�re lourde
S�mera le rubis, la perle et le saphir,
Afin qu'� mon d�sir tu ne sois jamais sourde!
N'es-tu pas l'oasis o� je r�ve, et la gourde
O� je hume � longs traits le vin du souvenir?click here for a beautiful graphic of the piece: http://www.poetes.com/baud/BChevelure.htmThe Only WO'N!
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Baudelaire ?
You people were not going to let National Poetry Month (US) pass without a word or two from ee. Were you?
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
- ee cummings
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anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did
Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream
stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)
one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.
Women and men(both dong and ding)
[summer] [autumn] [winter] [spring]
reaped their sowing and went their came
[sun] [moon] [stars] [rain]
- ee cummings
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