Thursday, 28 March 2013

Always Giving

"Nature never did betray the heart that loved her"


- William Wordsworth


  1. Where be ye going, you Devon maid,
    And what have ye there i' the basket?
    Ye tight little fairy, just fresh from the dairy,
    Will ye give me some cream if I ask it?

    I love your meads and I love your flowers,
    And I love your junkets mainly;
    But 'hind the door, I love kissing more-
    O look not so disdainly!

    I love your hills and I love your dales,
    And I love your flocks a bleating-
    But o on the hether to lie together
    With both our hearts a beating.

    I'll put your basket all safe in a nook
    And your shawl I hang up on this willow,
    And we will sigh in the daisy's eye
    And kiss on a grass green pillow.

    1. That's a beautiful poem by Keats, a wonderful Romantic too :)

  2. I knew you'd like it ;)

    In the book I'm reading this poem's a clue,
    Thus the word Devon "maid" me think of you!

  3. Not in a silver casket cool with pearls
    Or rich with red corundum or with blue,
    Locked, and the key withheld, as other girls
    Have given their loves, I give my love to you;

    Not in a lovers'-knot, not in a ring
    Worked in such fashion, and the legend plain—
    Semper fidelis, where a secret spring
    Kennels a drop of mischief for the brain:

    Love in the open hand, nothing but that,
    Ungemmed, unhidden, wishing not to hurt,
    As one should bring you cowslips in a hat
    Swung from the hand, or apples in her skirt,

    I bring you, calling out as children do:
    "Look what I have!—And these are all for you."

    1. That is a gorgeous poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay. I love it!! I may steal it and put it in a blog, thanks Ramon :)

    2. You are so knowledgeable about poetry! You always seem to know who wrote a certain poem that was posted =D =D

      YES! You really should feature that poem on your blog!!! Please do! I am wondering what you could say about that sonnet by Edna St. Vincent Millay? =)

      I am interested in that poem for several reasons =)

      • It is written in the English sonnet style (which is Shakespeare’s style)
      • It is yet another proof to my personal belief that poetry in the English language is singular among all Western love poetry, in a way that love poetry in English language literature is capable of being happily inspired and optimistic (in contrast to Italian, German, French, Spanish, and others, which are mostly more focused on unrequited love)
      • The love in the poem is what I believe the ideal love =) …Not a few people consider so many things before taking in a person. Some would think “Would my life be well with this person?” or “Could I gain something when I enter a relationship with this person?” or “Would I benefit, rather than suffer, if I marry this person?”… Such hesitations are, I believe, only for politicians and businessmen, but not for lovers who truly love.

      Oh if only most people could love without reservations!
      If only all could but express love in such a way:

      “I bring you, calling out as children do:
      ‘Look what I have! ---and these are all for you.’”

    3. Oh I don't know always who wrote the poem, I look them up. I love that poem for the same lines that you picked out. I love how it is a childish love full of faith and with no doubts or rules about how one should love. It is very sweet and just rather different than many love poems I have read recently.

    4. He is love and the present because he has opened our house
      to winter's foam and to the sound of summer,
      He who purified all that we drink and tea;
      He is the charm of passing places,
      the incarnate delight of all things that abide.
      He is affection and the future,
      the strength and love that we,
      standing surrounded by anger and weariness,
      See passing in the storm-filled sky and in banners of ecstasy.
      He is love, perfect and rediscovered measure,
      Reason, marvelous and unforeseen,
      Eternity: beloved prime mover of the elements, of destinies.
      We all know the terror of his yielding, and of ours:
      Oh delight of our well-being, brilliance of our faculties,
      selfish affection and passion for him, who loves us forever...
      And we remember him, and he goes on his way...
      And if Adoration departs, then it sounds, his promise sounds:
      'Away with these ages and superstitions,
      These couplings, these bodies of old!
      All our age has submerged.' He will not go away,
      will not come down again from some heave.
      He will not fulfill the redemption of women's fury
      nor the gaiety of men nor the rest of this sin:
      For he is and he is loved, and so it is already done.
      Oh, his breathing, the turn of his head when he runs:
      Terrible speed of perfection in action and form!
      Fecundity of spirit and vastness of the universe! His body!
      Release so long desired, The splintering of grace before a new violence!
      Oh, the sight, the sight of him!
      All ancient genuflections, all sorrows are lifted as he passes.
      The light of his day! All moving and sonorous
      suffering dissolves in more intense music.
      In his step there are vaster migrations than the old invasions were.
      Oh, He and we! a pride more benevolent than charities lost.
      Oh, world! and the shining song of new sorrows.
      He has known us all and has loved us.
      Let us discover how, this winter night, to hail him from cape to cape,
      from the unquiet pole to the château,
      from crowded cities to the empty coast,
      from glance to glance, with our strength and our feelings exhausted,
      To see him, and to send him once again away...
      And beneath the tides and over high deserts of snow
      To follow his image, his breathing, his body, the light of his day.

    5. It's a very interesting text. I am baffled though. Who wrote it and what or who is the muse? :)

    6. It is not easy to interpret this poem, as the author himself is one of the strangest yet brilliant I've ever read, sometimes even contradictory.

      I guess there are two possibilities: the poem is addressed to God or to the whole human race. I like to think they are the ultimate lines of a man who unexpectedly finds God in the abyss of his present and future, the last attempt to glorify human genius and to kneel to God at the same time, the latest discovery of a man, not only as the son of God, but as his own coffer.

      He was only 18 when he wrote this, one of his last poems. Then he suddenly stopped writing and spent the rest of his life travelling adventurously and aimlessly, just as if the light of his poetry had run out forever.

      The author is Arthur Rimbaud.

    7. Wow he's very interesting. Must be strange to write and then suddenly stop. I think it is always within you even if you do not write it out. He must have still been thinking a great deal of the time.

  4. Your words always serve as the sunlight which causes my smile to bloom whenever you state something that shows our being kindred spirits :) It's so nice to be so similar! :)

    It's nice that you're also for the childish love so full of hope and optimism! :)

    I have had enough bad experiences for me to feel so pessimistic about all things..but there is one thing that I can't help having a sweet dream of: that is love. That childish love full of faith :) It is so sweet believing in it!! :)

    But now I have already connected it to God..for I believe that it is (as they say in Greek) "Agape" love :) I believe God watches over my "childishly faithful" love so I never run out of hope for it =) =)

    Here is another very touchingly sweet sonnet about that kind of love that we're so fond of. This is by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (so you need not look it up) =D The sonnet's title is "How do I love Thee?"

    (notice the words "Ideal Grace" --oh how it reminds me of you! =) )

    How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
    I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
    my soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
    for the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

    I love thee to the level of every day's
    most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
    I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
    I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

    I love with a passion put to use
    in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
    I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
    with my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath,

    smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose,
    I shall but love thee better after death.

    Every stanza of it speaks for my soul.... ♥ I trust it would be the same for you as well =)

    I want to thank you because in 2012 I almost didn't write any poem. But this year, 2013 is just beginning and I have already written several poems, all because I am inspired by you =)

    I have made a promise to myself that I would no longer allow such a long lull (a whole year) without writing any poem. So I have decided to write at least a poem for every month =)
    And each one I would dedicate to you! =) =)

    Your birthday is near!!! I'm so excited to write a poem for your 20th birthday! Oh there are so much inspiration in my mind, I can't decide what would be the poem's main idea! =D =D =D
    Is it okay to you if I write one poem every month for you? =)

    1. Elizabeth's poem is gorgeous, she almost loves to excess of idolatry! I know the poem well because I recently had to write an essay about it.
      There is a wonderful wealth of literature we have before us from the figures of poetry gone, but we can write and write as well. What can I say? You will dedicate your poems to me? That is very thoughtful of you, but don't limit yourself, you may find other themes too, the people around you or the feelings of your everyday life. Poetry is a wonderful way to get the feelings out there. Good luck on your plan Ramon, but like Ciro said below- don't dictate yourself to much, allow it to come freely at any given moment :) God bless you my friend.

    2. Hello Joanna! :)

      Do you think it is wrong or something that is not ideal when Elisabeth seems to love to excess of idolatry?? In my own opinion, there is no such thing as "excess" in loving... The more intense or inspired a person loves, the better.

      I remember a movie that I watched when the character said that she was afraid because she thought that she was loving her husband more than anyone else, even more than God Himself... But I think she need not fear, because I personally believe that there's no such thing as loving someone more than God Himself...
      All these feeling of love that we feel for anyone and for anything---all of it are caused by God. The love that we feel is in some ways God Himself. It is only through God that we love... So when she said that she was loving her husband too much, she was, at the same time, loving God that much :) :)

      About my writing a poem about you, actually, I don't limit myself by taking you as my inspiration. The reason why I couldn't write poems last year was because I simply couldn't get an inspiration from anything and anyone, and most people then were discouraging...
      So by taking you as my inspiration, I'm actually going beyond my limitations, because instead of looking for inspiration from the things and people that I used to look inspiration for, I'm now looking up on something new---and that's the inspiration brought by you :) Thank you for all your encouragement! You are always kind :)

      Now I feel that there could be no better time to write poems! ;)
      God bless you too! :)

    3. Yes you are right, that love does come from God because he is love. But we can also place things or people above him. Perhaps love isn't the right word for that, no, how about - having idols. Obsession?
      Yes you should love as much as you can, giving your very best, the most you can. I guess non-Christians don't know God and yet love their partner more than God because they aren't aware of God, yet they are loving him unconsciously, when their love isn't selfish.
      Yet how much more can Christians love, because we are aware of our God who created us out of love, who sent his son because of Love. Nothing can compare. We must do our best, allowing God to be the centre spilling forth into all the other people around us. It is also possible to be ignorant of people and to become obsessed with God, so much that we neglect those in need. That is wrong also. It mustn't be a conscious order of those that we love, it should be God in everything we do. Love in everything we do.
      God bless you Ramon with your loving and your poems. :)

    4. I wonder if you know some who place things or people above God, some who are having idols or obsessions?

      Indeed, you’re right that nothing can compare to God’s love! The great Wonder of God’s love is that all those kinds of people you mentioned---those having idols, those who don’t know God, those who are obsessed with God but neglecting people in need---they are not loved less by Him! God’s love is the great constant love. He could not love those people less than he loves the saintly ones! … Oh, I wonder how it would be if each individual in the world feels the same way as God feels for every being…

      God bless you too Joanna, for your loving, and your Romanticist soul! :)

  5. Don't schedule your poetry Ramon, the best inspiration always comes unexpected ;)
    Though it's really nice you found your muse. A good start!
    I really like the lines of the poem you posted: it's clear the author's feelings were very intense and sincere.
    And I have a little prize for who digs the author of the lines I posted above.
    I hope it's a relaxing sunday for you all!