Thats Newly Sprung In June:
My Love Is Like The Melody
Thats Sweetly Played In Tune.
As Fair Art Thou, My Bonnie Lass,
So Deep In Love Am I,
And I Will Love Thee Still, My Dear,
Til A' The Seas Gang Dry.
Til A' The Seas Gang Dry, My Dear,
And The Rocks Melt Wi' The Sun:
And I Will Love The Still, My Dear,
While The Sands O' Life Shall Run.
And Fair Thee Well, My Only Love,
And Fair Thee Well A While!
And I Will Come Again My Love,
Thou' It Were Ten Thousand Mile.
- Robert Burns
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
ReplyDeleteany experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
e.e. cummings
Ever read his work? One of my favorites!
XOXO