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Today’s Poem: Love Hour by Pieter Cornelis Boutens

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Love Hour

Pieter Cornelis Boutens

What time is it time?
It is the white dawn:
The deep meadow where no mower goes,
State of dewy flowers white and yellow;
The silver stream leads like a pure street
Road in the mist light azure;
And the morning singing heart, the lark, beats
From his dazed throat
Wisdom that does not pursue and each understands,
Joy without measure,
Joy without expensive….
What time is it time?
It’s love hour.

What time is it time?
The sun approaches noontime:
In the depths of the sea of glowing sky
Smothers the field under the gold bare;
The sickle sparks slash through the dry grain;
The shadow shrinks back into the wood;
In heaven and in waterway
No clouds go;
Only the white-transparent moon
Remains mere in the blue sky fire…
What time is it time?
It’s love hour.

What time is it time?
It’s the evening: in its rosy gold
Gets clean and old
The world’s daily face;
Quickly in the sky falls the water of light;
And all the wind voices are released;
The last wagon staggers to the barn;
The dead beckon to the dark Eastern wall;
And above shine
Western ramp in green sky meadow
Shine open Venus’ golden aster
So sudden and pure…
What time is it time?
It’s love hour.

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Today’s Poem: The Beloved by Paul Eluard

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The Beloved

Paul Eluard

She is standing on my eyelids
And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.

Her eyes are always open

And will not let me sleep.

Her dreams in broad daylight

Make the suns evaporate

Make me laugh, cry and laugh,

Speak with nothing to say

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Today’s Poem: Always by Pablo Neruda

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Always

Pablo Neruda

I am not jealous
of what came before me.

Come with a man
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
full of drowned men
which flows down to the wild sea,
to the eternal surf, to Time!

Bring them all
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be you and I
alone on earth,
to start our life!

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Today’s Thought:

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Love yourself-accept yourself-forgive yourself-and be good to yourself, because without you the rest of us are without a source of many wonderful things. ~ Leo Buscaglia

One of the most difficult journeys any of us take is the journey into our heart and to heal it. It takes heaps of courage to take that journey because it is a journey of forgiving one’s self and freeing all the things within our heart that keep us trapped. Perhaps it is a parent or sibling issue. It may be memories from school. It may be regrets. Whatever it is you’ll recognize it when you journey into your heart. When we love ourselves we can look at ourselves in the mirror with compassionate eyes and smile. We can offer ourselves a freedom others cannot offer us. The most courageous words we can say to ourselves are: “I love you.” “I forgive you.” And, “You’re perfect just as you are.”

Today’s Poem: Awake My Heart by Robert Seymour Bridges

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Awake My Heart

Robert Seymour Bridges

Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake!

The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break,
It leaps in the sky: unrisen lustres slake
The o’ertaken moon.  Awake, O heart, awake!

She too that loveth awaketh and hopes for thee:
Her eyes already have sped the shades that flee,
Already they watch the path thy feet shall take:
Awake, O heart, to be loved, awake, awake!

And if thou tarry from her, – if this could be, –
She cometh herself, O heart, to be loved, to thee;
For thee would unashamed herself forsake:
Awake, to be loved, my heart, awake, awake!

Awake! The land is scattered with light, and see,
Uncanopied sleep is flying from field and tree;
And blossoming boughs of April in laughter shake:
Awake, O heart, to be loved, awake, awake!

Lo, all things wake and tarry and look for thee:
She looketh and saith, “O sun, now bring him to me.
Come, more adored, O adored, for his coming’s sake,
And awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake!”

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Today’s Poem: Friendship by Robert Pollok

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Friendship

Robert Pollok

Much beautiful, and excellent, and fair,
Was seen beneath the sun; but nought was seen
More beautiful, or excellent, or fair,
Than face of faithful friend,-fairest when seen
In darkest day. And many sounds were sweet
Most ravishing and pleasant to the ear;
But sweeter none than voice of faithful friend, —
Sweet always, sweetest heard in loudest storm
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all are friends in heaven, all faithful friends
and many friendships, in the days of time
begin, are lasting here and growing still.

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Today’s Poem: Meeting at Night by Robert Browning

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Meeting at Night

Robert Browning

I.
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed in the slushy sand.

II.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro’ its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!

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Today’s Poem: Late Fragment by Raymond Carver

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Late Fragment

Raymond Carver

And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.

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Today’s Poem: One Word

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One Word

Raymond Garfield Dandridge

If I had mighty wings to fly,
I d soar aloft in youder sky,
And paint with fire, to never die,
One word—Mother!

Then far out on the desert waste,
In glist’ning sands again I’d trace,
So deep that naught could e’er erase,
One word—Mother!

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Today’s Poem: Sacrifice by Rainer Maria Rilke

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Sacrifice

Rainer Maria Rilke

How my body blooms from every vein
more fragrantly, since you appeared to me;
look, I walk slimmer now and straighter,
and all you do is wait-:who are you then?

Look: I feel how I’m moving away,
how I’m shedding my old life, leaf by leaf.
Only your smile spreads like sheer stars
over you and, soon now, over me.

Whatever shines through my childhood years
still nameless and gleaming like water,
I will name after you at the altar,
which is blazing brightly from your hair
and braided gently with your breasts.

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