a poem i d like to share with you all :-)

[lucyarliwu]

Re: A poem: "Remembering Is Too Hard"

Hi Ron!

To be honest, I got a bit dizzy at first by words" remembering" and "forgeting" jumped into my eyes alternatively when I read this poem. :? :wink:

But in truth the fun and philosophy is just inside of it after dizziness I suppose. It's easy to forget while hard to remember as a fact of life, but when we realise this the conclusion from it is just 'let it be". I like the last line as one of the attitude towards life :"At least what I cannot remember I cannot regret." hehe...

Lucy wu

P.S. I just read the first poem with the title " Bereft" in the website given by you as https://www.usingenglish.com/forum/viewtopic.php?p=4586#4586
It's really a strong passionate poem with something like being oppressed deeply without freedom in the heart of the writor through the whole lines. So what do you think of this poem? Do you like it? RonBee?

 

[RonBee]

Re: A poem: "Remembering Is Too Hard"

Hi Ron!

To be honest, I got a bit dizzy at first by words" remembering" and "forgeting" jumped into my eyes alternatively when I read this poem. :? :wink:

But in truth the fun and philosophy is just inside of it after dizziness I suppose. It's easy to forget while hard to remember as a fact of life, but when we realise this the conclusion from it is just 'let it be". I like the last line as one of the attitude towards life :"At least what I cannot remember I cannot regret." hehe...

Lucy wu

P.S. I just read the first poem with the title " Bereft" in the website given by you as https://www.usingenglish.com/forum/viewtopic.php?p=4586#4586
It's really a strong passionate poem with something like being oppressed deeply without freedom in the heart of the writor through the whole lines. So what do you think of this poem? Do you like it? RonBee?

I'll answer the last part first if that's okay.

Yes, I like Bereft. I think it's rather poignant.

I got the idea for the "Forgetful" poem because I am so good at forgetting. Sorry about making you dizzy.

:wink:

 

[RonBee]

Thanks, Lucy

Thanks, Lucy.

 

[lucyarliwu]

you are welcome Ron!
Here is another poem I read just several days ago, I love it so much and submit it here to share with everyone.
On Beauty

Where shall you seek beauty,and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide? And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?

The aggrieved and the injured say,'Beauty is kind and gentle.Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us."

And the passionate say,'Nay,beauty is a thing of might and dread. Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us."

The tired and the weary say,' Beauty is of soft whisperings.She speaks in our spirit.Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow.'

But the restless say,' We have heard her shouting among the mountains,and with her cries came the sound of hoofs,and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions.'

At night the watchmen of the city say,'Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east.'

And at noon-time the toilers and the wayfarers say,' We have seen her leaning over the earth from the windowns of the sunset.'

In winter say the snow-bound. " She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills.'

And in the summer heat the reapers say.'We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves. And we saw a drift of snow in her hair.'

All these things have you said of beauty,yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,and beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,but rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted. It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear, but rather an image you see through you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut you ears. It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw, but rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.

Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.



Tell me your ideas about it, gals!

Lucy Wu

 

[RonBee]

That poem that talks about beauty is itself beautiful. It is what it talks about. Why that is I cannot say right now, because the words elude me. Perhaps I will find them later.

Thanks.