Source:- Google.com.pkBird-UnderstanderBY CRAIG ARNOLDOF MANY REASONS I LOVE YOU HERE IS ONETHE WAY YOU WRITE ME FROM THE GATE AT THE AIRPORTSO I CAN TELL YOU EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHTso you can tell me there is a birdtrapped in the terminal all the peopleignoring it because they do not knowwhat do with it except to leave it aloneuntil it scares itself to deathit makes you terribly terribly sadYou wish you could take the bird outsideand set it free or (failing that)call a bird-understanderto come help the birdAll you can do is notice the birdand feel for the bird and writeto tell me how language feelsimpossibly uselessbut you are wrongYou are a bird-understanderbetter than I could ever bewho make so many noisesand call them songThese are your own wordsyour way of noticingand saying plainlyof not turning awayfrom hurtyou have offered themto meI am onlygiving them backif only I could show youhow very uselessthey are notThe Sun RisingBY JOHN DONNEBusy old fool, unruly sun,Why dost thou thus,Through windows, and through curtains call on us?Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?Saucy pedantic wretch, go chideLate school boys and sour prentices,Go tell court huntsmen that the king will ride,Call country ants to harvest offices,Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.Thy beams, so reverend and strongWhy shouldst thou think?I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,But that I would not lose her sight so long;If her eyes have not blinded thine,Look, and tomorrow late, tell me,Whether both th' Indias of spice and mineBe where thou leftst them, or lie here with me.Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday,And thou shalt hear, All here in one bed lay.She's all states, and all princes, I,Nothing else is.Princes do but play us; compared to this,All honor's mimic, all wealth alchemy.Thou, sun, art half as happy as we,In that the world's contracted thus.Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties beTo warm the world, that's done in warming us.Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;This bed thy center is, these walls, thy sphere. |
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Love Poetry Poems About Love For Him and Pain for Her That Rhyme Tumblr Lost and Pain and Trust and Life for Kids for Him from Her
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