share with me
Halina Poswiatowska
share with me
the daily bread of my loneliness
fill with your presence
the absent walls
gild
the nonexistent window
be a door
above all a door
which can be thrown
wide open
love
Today’s Poem: But Not Forgotten by Dorothy Parker
But Not Forgotten
Dorothy Parker
I think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not soon forget my hands,
Nor yet the way I held my head,
Nor all the tremulous things I said.
You still will see me, small and white
And smiling, in the secret night,
And feel my arms about you when
The day comes fluttering back again.
I think, no matter where you be,
You’ll hold me in your memory
And keep my image, there without me,
By telling later loves about me.
Today’s Poem: I do not love you very much, by Dollie Radford
I do not love you very much,
Dollie Radford
I DO not love you very much,
Only your tuneful voice,
Which, in a happy moment, takes
The music of my choice.
I do not love you, dear, at all,
Only your merry ways,
Which linger in my mind, and set
Me dreaming through the days.
In truth, I think it is dislike
You kindle in my heart,
Because you come so joyously
To steal so large a part.
Today’s Poem: Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda
Love Sonnet XVII
Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Today’s Poem: Beauty by George Sterling
Beauty
George Sterling
The fairest things seem ever loneliest:
The whitest lily ever blooms alone,
And purest winds from widest seas are flown.
High on her utmost tower of the West
Sits Beauty, baffling an eternal quest;
From out her gates and oriels unknown
The murmurs of her citadels are blown
To blue horizons of the world’s unrest.
We know that we shall seek her till we die,
And find her not at all, the fair and far:
Her pure domain is wider than the sky,
And never night revealed her whitest star;
Beyond the sea and sun her feet have trod;
Her vision is our memory of God.
Today’s Quote: 4 L’s: Live, Learn, Laugh, & Love
Live well, learn plenty, laugh often, love much. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Today’s Poem: I Am Not Alone by Gabriela Mistral
I Am Not Alone
Gabriela Mistral
The night, it is deserted
from the mountains to the sea.
But I, the one who rocks you,
I am not alone!
The sky, it is deserted
for the moon falls to the sea.
But I, the one who holds you,
I am not alone !
The world, it is deserted.
All flesh is sad you see.
But I, the one who hugs you,
I am not alone!
Today’s Poem: When You Are Old by William Butler Yeats
When You are Old
William Butler Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
Today’s Thought: It’s Not the Gift That Counts
Have you ever spent lots of time trying to pick out the perfect gift for someone? You find it and and know the person you gift it to will love it. When you gift it, you can see the expression on the other person’s face. They don’t like it. They may say thank you, but you know it’s either going back to the store, regifted, or tossed out. It’s happened to me. One thing is for sure, we can’t control other people and how they respond. We can control our reaction and our attitude. In this case, we expressed our love through our time and careful choice of the right gift. That will never change. We can thank the receiver of the gift for teaching us a great lesson: always be grateful. The gift wasn’t the physical present. It was the effort and love behind it.
Today’s Poem: A Friend by Edgar Albert Guest
A Friend
Edgar Albert Guest
A friend is one who stands to share
Your every touch of grief and care.
He comes by chance, but stays by choice;
Your praises he is quick to voice.
No grievous fault or passing whim
Can make an enemy of him.
And though your need be great or small,
His strength is yours throughout it all.
No matter where your path may turn
Your welfare is his chief concern.
No matter what your dream may be
He prays your triumph soon to see.
There is no wish your tongue can tell
But what it is your friend’s as well.
The life of him who has a friend
Is double-guarded to the end.
