Tuesday, May 19, 2009

From Russian writer, Alexander Pushkin

I Lifted this beautiful poem from a friends blog. http://willowtreepoetry.blogspot.com/
It is called "I loved you" By Russian Writer Alexander Pushkin (1799-1837) But interestingly I have found two poems credited to Alexander from the same date. Clearly the poem must have been origionally written in Russian, so I dont know if there are two different poems or two different versions, or two different interpatations. I think both are lovely. Here is the first.

I loved You
I loved you; and perhaps I love you still,
The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet
It burns so quietly within my soul,
No longer should you feel distressed by it.
Silently and hopelessly I loved you,
At times too jealous and at times too shy.
God grant you find another who will love you
As tenderly and truthfully as I.

Here is the Second

I loved You
I loved you; even now I may confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain;
But do not let it cause you more distress,
I do not want to sadden you again.
Hopeless and tongue-tied, yet I loved you dearly,
With pangs the jealous and the timid know;
So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely,
I pray God grant another love you so.


You can see more from my friends blog at:
http://willowtreepoetry.blogspot.com/

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

A Frogs Love - Haiku

The frogs summer song
Croaking noise to you and I
His lovers lament.

The Shattering

The Shattering

By Cordell Rich

I feel her next to me
breathing
Her scent swells within
my lungs
the rhythms of her sleep
shelter me
this one moment defined as
content
yet I am captivated by
fear
lost in a future unknown
to me
too ready to again embrace
the past
reading myself for the
shattering

This Frozen Fire

This Frozen Fire

I stand with my chest naked,
the cold spring air at my back

My lungs chilled with the thought,
somehow I have lost you

seperated now by more
than mortal time and space

legs waivering i look into a desperate sky
knowing you sleep without me

trembling I whisper the words
that I pray will somehow connect us

my heart, this humble vessel,
swims in desperate strokes

to close this awful gulf
now so unforgiven

that I might not burn forever
in this frozen fire