Category: Poetry

Those who are near me do not know that you are nearer
to me than they are
Those who speak to me do not know that my heart is full
with your unspoken words
Those who crowd in my path do not know that I am
walking alone with you
Those who love me do not know that their love brings you
to my heart.

– Hafez

Liberation with you
so that we no longer
must be shameless

and no longer say:
‘That’s all
there is to it’

At last we can do
you with me
I with you

everything we want
also that
whereof there is much

and what we haven’t ever done
and what we will not say
to anyone else

Have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills
Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain:
I have seen the lady April bringing in the daffodils,
Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.

I have heard the song of the blossoms and the old chant of the sea,
And seen strange lands from under the arched white sails of ships;
But the loveliest things of beauty God ever has showed to me
Are her voice, her hair, her eyes, her enormous heart and soul, her laugh,
The way she moves her hands when she speaks,
And the dear red curve of her lips.

– John Masefield (adapted)