Dark Muse
08-25-2008, 11:00 PM
Well I have to admit this poet was a bit hit and miss to me. Some of the stuff I read I really loved but others I read I did not care for, but than he had a larger collection of work than some of the other poets I posted.
I really loved In the Harem, I thought it was a truly beautiful, romantic, and passionate poem.
In The Harem
THE scent of burning sandal-wood
Perfumes the air in vain;
A sweeter odor fills my sense,
A fiercer fire my brain!
O, press your burning lips to mine!--
For mine will never part,
Until my heart has rifled all
The sweetness of your heart!
The lutes are playing on the lawn,
The moon is shining bright,
But we like stars are melting now
In clouds of soft delight!
This was the first of his works I read, and I thought it was beautiful, and it had intrigued me to want to read further works.
Silent Songs
IF I could ever sing the songs
Within me day and night,
The only fit accompaniment
Would be a lute of light.
A thousand dreamy melodies,
Begot with pleasant pain,
Like incantations float around
The chambers of my brain.
But when I strive to utter one,
It mocks my feeble art,
And leaves me silent, with the thorns
Of Music in my heart!
Here are some others I liked and was touched by
The Night Before the Bridal
THE bridal flower you gave me,
The rose so pure and white,
I press it to my lips, dear,
With tears of soft delight.
Its odor is so heavy
It makes me faint and pine;
It is thy kiss that freights it,
That sweet, sweet love of thine.
To-morrow thou wilt give me,
For a spell of joy and power,
The hand that gave the rose-bud,
And thy heart, a richer flower.
Then this may fade, and wither,
No longer kissed by me,
For these, my burning kisses,
Will then be showered on thee.
Uncertain Sounds
THE wind in the leaves,
The rain on the eaves,
Or the low, continuous roar
Of the rolling waves on the distant shore:
Who shall declare
What sounds they be?
Whether lost in the air,
Or found on the sea,
And whether they laugh, or sigh?
Not I.
I only know
That they come, and go,
And people the hollow sky
Thought
ACROSS the tense chords
Thought runs before words,
Brighter than dew,
And keener than swords.
Whence it cometh,
And whither it goes,
All may conjecture,
But no man knows.
It ebbs and flows
In the dance of the leaves,
The set of summer eves,
The scent of the violets, the odor of the rose
I really loved In the Harem, I thought it was a truly beautiful, romantic, and passionate poem.
In The Harem
THE scent of burning sandal-wood
Perfumes the air in vain;
A sweeter odor fills my sense,
A fiercer fire my brain!
O, press your burning lips to mine!--
For mine will never part,
Until my heart has rifled all
The sweetness of your heart!
The lutes are playing on the lawn,
The moon is shining bright,
But we like stars are melting now
In clouds of soft delight!
This was the first of his works I read, and I thought it was beautiful, and it had intrigued me to want to read further works.
Silent Songs
IF I could ever sing the songs
Within me day and night,
The only fit accompaniment
Would be a lute of light.
A thousand dreamy melodies,
Begot with pleasant pain,
Like incantations float around
The chambers of my brain.
But when I strive to utter one,
It mocks my feeble art,
And leaves me silent, with the thorns
Of Music in my heart!
Here are some others I liked and was touched by
The Night Before the Bridal
THE bridal flower you gave me,
The rose so pure and white,
I press it to my lips, dear,
With tears of soft delight.
Its odor is so heavy
It makes me faint and pine;
It is thy kiss that freights it,
That sweet, sweet love of thine.
To-morrow thou wilt give me,
For a spell of joy and power,
The hand that gave the rose-bud,
And thy heart, a richer flower.
Then this may fade, and wither,
No longer kissed by me,
For these, my burning kisses,
Will then be showered on thee.
Uncertain Sounds
THE wind in the leaves,
The rain on the eaves,
Or the low, continuous roar
Of the rolling waves on the distant shore:
Who shall declare
What sounds they be?
Whether lost in the air,
Or found on the sea,
And whether they laugh, or sigh?
Not I.
I only know
That they come, and go,
And people the hollow sky
Thought
ACROSS the tense chords
Thought runs before words,
Brighter than dew,
And keener than swords.
Whence it cometh,
And whither it goes,
All may conjecture,
But no man knows.
It ebbs and flows
In the dance of the leaves,
The set of summer eves,
The scent of the violets, the odor of the rose