Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Monday, May 28, 2012

A summer moment

From the future I remember
Days in my past, etched in memory
Close my eyes halfway, I can see the sunlight
Glittering through the tree’s green leaves
Magician’s haze
In the heat of summer, feeling the warm sun
On my bare arms, loving that feeling.
Wondering if heaven had descended
Sitting there next to you on the bench
You reading your magazine
T-shirt slung over your shoulder
Me watching you and the life around us
No particular cares
Us watching the new magpie parents strut about
Three little ones to care for, wondering if they could fly
In case a cat came slinking by.

I can see the future in the present moment
Remembering this day this exact moment in time
And the past from the present
When I remember back to what I thought life would be
When I was younger
It starts with happiness, that warm melting feeling
When boundaries dissolve
Feeling gratitude, because it could all die away or change
And I am grateful that it hasn’t.
Watching the new generation take the place of the old
Spectator in my life, watching others, watching myself
Everyone gets older
Wondering if you have the same thoughts
But I cannot articulate them to you
You would think that I was feeling melancholy
When the opposite was true. 


copyright Paula M. De Angelis
28 May 2012

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

A poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning for Valentine's Day


Sonnets from the Portuguese - 43

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.


Giving back to the world

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