"It's fine to celebrate success, but it's more important to heed the lessons for failure.

Charles Baudelaire | Three poems for Wednesday
 

Sad Madrigal


i

What do you care if you are wise?
Be beautiful and Sad! For tears
Add an enchantment to the eyes
Just as a river mirrors the skies;
A storm revives the flowers.

I love you most when happiness
Deserts your countenance O’er cast;
When terrors do your heart oppress;
When, overheard, and ominous,
There spreads the dark cloud of the past.

I love you when your eyes let fall
A rain of tears as warm as blood;
When, though my hands caress and lull’;
Your pain is irresistible,
Like moaning at infinitude.

I love, divine felicity!
Anthem profound and exquisite!
Your sobs, your heartfelt misery,
And think your heart shines brilliantly
With pearls shed by your eyes so bright!

ii

I know that now your heart still seems
With old uprooted passions;
Still, like a forge, it flares and flames,
And in your heart burns still, it seems,
The faint pride of damnation.

But till your dreams, beloved one,
Have been reflections of Hell,
Till in a nightmare never done,
Thinking of poison, falchion,
In love with powder, shot and steel,

And opening to all with fear,
Seeking misfortune everywhere,
And stricken when the hour draws near,
You’ve been the helpless prisoner
Of irresistible despair:

You won’t be able helot queen
Who loves me only quivering,
In the long horrid night obscene
To tell me, overcome with pain:
‘I am your equal, o my King!’



The Spiritual Dawn

When the white and rosy dawn rakes appears
With the Ideal that ever gnaws away
By some strange and avenging agency
Within the sleeping brute an angel stirs.

The man afflicted who dreams on in pain
See the remote and spiritual skies
Open alluring, deep as the abyss.
So, lovely goddess, bright and heaven born,
Upon the smoky debris of excess
Your memory more charming, roseate, bright,
Hovers without end in my eager sight.

The sunlight does the candlelight surpass;
So, ever conquering, your benison,
Resplendent soul, is like the deathless sun!


The Cat

Come, Lovely cat, my heart is amorous;
Draw in your claws for me.
And let me gaze into your splendid eyes,
Flecked with Chalcedony.

When, gently, leisurely, my hands caress
Your head, your tensile back,
And grow intoxicated with the bliss,
The Aphrodisiac,

I see my mistress in my mind. Her glance,
Like yours, endearing beast,
Cold, searching, cuts and shivers like a lance,

Aromas sweet invest –
A subtle air, a perilous perfume –
Her body cinnamon.

~Unknown
 

"One of the best ways to persuade others is by listening to them." - Dean Rusk

"It takes courage to stand up and speak, as well as to sit down and listen." - Author Unknown

Tus Manos

Cuando tus manos salen,
amor, hacia las mías,
¿qué me traen volando?
¿Por qué se detuvieron
en mi boca, de pronto,
por qué las reconozco
como si entonces, antes,
las hubiera tocado,
como si antes de ser
hubieran recorrido
mi frente, mi cintura?
Su suavidad venía
volando sobre el tiempo,
sobre el mar, sobre el humo,
sobre la primavera,
y cuando tú pusiste
tus manos en mi pecho,
reconocí esas alas
de paloma dorada,
reconocí esa greda
y ese color de trigo.
Los años de mi vida
yo caminé buscándolas.
Subí las escaleras,
crucé los arrecifes,
me llevaron los trenes
las aguas me trajeron,
y en la piel de las uvas
me pareció tocarte.

La madera de pronto
me trajo tu contacto,
la almendra me anunciaba
tu suavidad secreta,
hasta que se cerraron
tus manos en mi pecho
y allí como dos alas
terminaron su viaje

~Pablo Neruda


and more *le sigh*

Don't dream it, be it.

~Frank
RHPS

“We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have.”

Frederick Keonig

"Be humble for you are made of the earth, be noble for you made of the stars." -Serbian Proverb

It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.
Diane Ackerman

I'm a mom, a full-time mom when I'm not taping. I do the carpool thing, and bake the cookies, and do the homework.

Vanna White