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Love Poems Wallpaper Biography
Far, we are near, meet in the rain
which falls here; gathered by light, air;
falls there where you are, I am; lips
to those drops now on yours, nearer …
absence the space we yearn in, clouds
drift, cluster, east to west, north, south;
your breath in them; they pour, baptise;
same sun burning through to harvest
rainfall on skin, there, far; my mouth
opening to spell your near name.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
"Love After Love" by Derek Walcott is about something that's become very pop-culturish, loving yourself after a break-up, but it is beautifully written and I love that it has an affirming quality without being sentimental.
"Love After Love" by Derek Walcott
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Mourid Barghouti
Wisława Szymborska (1923-2012) is not famous for so-called "love poetry" but her subtle simplicity shapes any theme she works on. I am fascinated by her poem "Thank-You Note", where she expresses gratitude for "those I don't love" because "from a rendezvous to a letter / is just a few days or weeks, / not an eternity."
As in all her work, the magic in this poem derives from Szymborska's unconventional approach to her theme. When she brings to our attention the easiness we feel in the absence of the raw emotions of love, our hearts and minds travel immediately to the opposite sweet uneasiness when love shakes our whole existence. I always love it when a poet enters through invisible doors.
"Thank-You Note" by Wisława Szymborska
I owe so much
to those I don't love.
The relief as I agree
that someone else needs them more.
The happiness that I'm not
the wolf to their sheep.
The peace I feel with them,
the freedom –
love can neither give
nor take that.
I don't wait for them,
as in window-to-door-and-back.
Almost as patient
as a sundial,
I understand
what love can't,
and forgive
as love never would.
From a rendezvous to a letter
is just a few days or weeks,
not an eternity.
Trips with them always go smoothly,
concerts are heard,
cathedrals visited,
scenery is seen.
And when seven hills and rivers
come between us,
the hills and rivers
can be found on any map.
They deserve the credit
if I live in three dimensions,
in nonlyrical and nonrhetorical space
with a genuine, shifting horizon.
They themselves don't realize
how much they hold in their empty hands.
"I don't owe them a thing,"
would be love's answer
to this open question.
• Translated by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh
John Burnside
To be in love and to say nothing about it – this seems to me the most elegant (and perhaps the only sensible) form of romantic attachment. It's a sentiment poetry and music only occasionally address – the best pop song on this theme is The Band's "It Makes No Difference" with the great line, "Now there's no love as true as the love that dies untold" – but Walter Raleigh's "The Silent Lover" keeps its own counsel even more eloquently.
Love Poems Wallpaper Biography
Far, we are near, meet in the rain
which falls here; gathered by light, air;
falls there where you are, I am; lips
to those drops now on yours, nearer …
absence the space we yearn in, clouds
drift, cluster, east to west, north, south;
your breath in them; they pour, baptise;
same sun burning through to harvest
rainfall on skin, there, far; my mouth
opening to spell your near name.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
"Love After Love" by Derek Walcott is about something that's become very pop-culturish, loving yourself after a break-up, but it is beautifully written and I love that it has an affirming quality without being sentimental.
"Love After Love" by Derek Walcott
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Mourid Barghouti
Wisława Szymborska (1923-2012) is not famous for so-called "love poetry" but her subtle simplicity shapes any theme she works on. I am fascinated by her poem "Thank-You Note", where she expresses gratitude for "those I don't love" because "from a rendezvous to a letter / is just a few days or weeks, / not an eternity."
As in all her work, the magic in this poem derives from Szymborska's unconventional approach to her theme. When she brings to our attention the easiness we feel in the absence of the raw emotions of love, our hearts and minds travel immediately to the opposite sweet uneasiness when love shakes our whole existence. I always love it when a poet enters through invisible doors.
"Thank-You Note" by Wisława Szymborska
I owe so much
to those I don't love.
The relief as I agree
that someone else needs them more.
The happiness that I'm not
the wolf to their sheep.
The peace I feel with them,
the freedom –
love can neither give
nor take that.
I don't wait for them,
as in window-to-door-and-back.
Almost as patient
as a sundial,
I understand
what love can't,
and forgive
as love never would.
From a rendezvous to a letter
is just a few days or weeks,
not an eternity.
Trips with them always go smoothly,
concerts are heard,
cathedrals visited,
scenery is seen.
And when seven hills and rivers
come between us,
the hills and rivers
can be found on any map.
They deserve the credit
if I live in three dimensions,
in nonlyrical and nonrhetorical space
with a genuine, shifting horizon.
They themselves don't realize
how much they hold in their empty hands.
"I don't owe them a thing,"
would be love's answer
to this open question.
• Translated by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh
John Burnside
To be in love and to say nothing about it – this seems to me the most elegant (and perhaps the only sensible) form of romantic attachment. It's a sentiment poetry and music only occasionally address – the best pop song on this theme is The Band's "It Makes No Difference" with the great line, "Now there's no love as true as the love that dies untold" – but Walter Raleigh's "The Silent Lover" keeps its own counsel even more eloquently.
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