Words are not just words
they are kisses
on the lips of silence
that speak of your essence

Friday, May 28, 2010

At rest

Love Songs
by Sara Teasdale
To E.
I have remembered beauty in the night,
Against black silences I waked to see
A shower of sunlight over Italy
And green Ravello dreaming on her height;
I have remembered music in the dark,
The clean swift brightness of a fugue of Bach's,
And running water singing on the rocks
When once in English woods I heard a lark.

But all remembered beauty is no more
Than a vague prelude to the thought of you --
You are the rarest soul I ever knew,
Lover of beauty, knightliest and best;
My thoughts seek you as waves that seek the shore,
And when I think of you, I am at rest.

(Thank you Diane for this poem that you gave me some time ago, I saved it, I love it)


Kittie Howard said...

A beautiful poem, more an ode to the purity that love is. What a gift, Vesna! (And I don't understand why this post showed up on the blogroll and the previous one didn't. Sorry. Will play your musical video again...truly gorgeous!)

Vesna said...

Thank you Kittie, your presence is a wonderful gift to me:)

diane said...

Oh... still one of my favorites, thank you for posting it so I can relive it and thank you for introducing me to this gorgeous music!! xoxo

zoe said...

lovely post...the music is so beautiful, thank you for the introduction! and i love this poem, and i love this photo :D