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(This is true, but is intended as abuse so that the hearer will be more sympathetic . invest it with a significance and Rumi: The Book of Love - Poems of Ecstasy. http;//tingrakecoupde.tk Love Poetry. Originally devised by Melanie Hart and Nancy Lycett when at Rokeby School in. London. This love poetry is meant to obliterate you lovers. Rumi wants us to surrender. I bow to the grandeur of his full prostration. I never want to diminish that. This is.

Thinking, freeing birds, dissolving images, burying lamps. Belfry of fogs, how far away, up there! Stifling laments, milling shadowy hopes, taciturn miller, night falls on you face downward, far from the city. Your presence is foreign, as strange as a thing. I think, I explore great tracts of my life before you. My life before anyone, my harsh life. The shout facing the sea, among the rocks, running free, mad, in the sea-spray. The sad rage, the shout, the solitude of the sea.

Headlong, violent, stretched towards the sky. You, woman, what were you there, what ray, what vane of that immense fan? You were as far as you are now. Fire in the forest! Burn in blue crosses. Burn, burn, flame up, sparkle in trees of light. It collapses, crackling. And my soul dances, seared with curls of fire. Who calls? What silence peopled with echoes? Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude, hour that is mine from among them all!

Hunting horn through which the wind passes singing. Such a passion of weeping tied to my body. Shaking of all the roots, attack of all the waves! My soul wandered, happy, sad, unending.

Thinking, burying lamps in the deep solitude. Who are you, who are you? In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself. The moon glows like phosphorus on the vagrant waters.

Days, all one kind, go chasing each other. The snow unfurls in dancing figures. A silver gull slips down from the west. Sometimes a sail. High, high stars. Oh the black cross of a ship. Sometimes I get up early and my soul is wet. Far away the sea sounds and resounds. This is a port. Here I love you. Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these cold things. Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels that cross the sea towards no arrival.

I see myself forgotten like those old anchors. The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there. My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose. I love what I do not have.

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You are so far. My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.

But night comes on and starts to sing to me. The moon turns its clockwork dream. The biggest stars look at me with your eyes. And as I love you, the pines in the wind want to sing your name with their leaves of wire. XIX Girl Lithe and Tawny Girl lithe and tawny, the sun that forms the fruits, that plumps the grains, that curls seaweeds filled your body with joy, and your luminous eyes and your mouth that has the smile of water.

A black yearning sun is braided into the strands of your black mane, when you stretch your arms. You play with the sun as with a little brook and it leaves two dark pools in your eyes. Girl lithe and tawny, nothing draws me towards you.

Everything bears me farther away, as though you were noon. You are the frenzied youth of the bee, the drunkenness of the wave, the power of the wheat-ear. My somber heart searches for you, nevertheless, and I love your joyful body, your slender and flowing voice. Dark butterfly, sweet and definitive like the wheat-field and the sun, the poppy and the water.

Write, for example, "The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me, and sometimes I loved her too. How could I not have loved her great still eyes. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is starry and she is not with me. This is all.

In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees. We, of that time, are no longer the same. I no longer love her, that's for certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.

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Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes. I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. Though this be the last pain she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her. The Song of Despair The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The river mingles in its stubborn lament with the sea.

Deserted like the wharves at dawn. It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one! Cold flower heads are raining in my heart.

Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked. In you the wars and the flights accumulated From you the wings of the song birds rose.

You swallowed everything, like distance. Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank! It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.

The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse. Pilot's dread, fury of a blind driver, turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank. In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded. Lost discoverer, in you everything sank! You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire, sadness stunned you, in you everything sank! I made the wall of shadow draw back, beyond desire and act, I walked on. Oh flesh, my own flesh, woman that I loved and lost, I summon you in the moist hour, I raise my song to you.

Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar. There was the black solitude of the islands, and there, woman of love, your arms took me in. I swear, under penalty of perjury, that the information in the notification is accurate and that I am the copyright owner or am authorized to act on behalf of the owner of an exclusive right that is allegedly infringed. Your digital signature is as legally binding as a physical signature.

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Inspired by his own love story, and subsequent bereavement, the author writes emotionally, and from the heart, often resulting in poems that bring a tear to the eye. For information on more chapbooks in Dark Love Poems series, please visit the authors website located at the link below; http: How can I use this format?

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Please log in. There are no reviews for the current version of this product Refreshing There are no reviews for previous versions of this product. First Name. Last Name. I who lived in a harbour from which I loved you. The solitude crossed with dream and with silence. Penned up between the sea and sadness. Soundless, delirious, between two motionless gondoliers.

Between the lips and the voice something goes dying. Something with the wings of a bird, something of anguish and oblivion. The way nets cannot hold water. My toy doll, only a few drops are left trembling. Even so, something sings in these fugitive words. Something sings, something climbs to my ravenous mouth. Oh to be able to celebrate you with all the words of joy. Sing, burn, flee, like a belfry at the hands of a madman.

My sad tenderness, what comes over you all at once? When I have reached the most awesome and the coldest summit my heart closes like a nocturnal flower. Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water. You are more that this white head that I hold tightly as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands. You are like nobody since I love you. Let me spread you out among the yellow garlands.

Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed. Suddenly the wind howls and bangs my shut window. The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish. Here all the winds will let go sooner or later, all of them. The rain takes off her clothes.

The birds go by, fleeing. The wind. I can contend only against the power of men. The storm whirls dark leaves and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky. You are here. Oh you do not run away. You will answer me to the last cry.

Cling to me as though you were frightened. Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes. Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle, and even your breasts smell of it. While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth. How you must have suffered against getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running. So many times have we seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes, and over our heads the grey light unwind in turning fans.

My words rained over you, stroking you. A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body. I go so far as to think you own the universe. I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.

I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees. I as though you were absent, and you do not hear me far away and my voice does not touch you. It seems as though your eyes had flown away and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth As all things are filled with my soul you emerge from the things, filled with my soul. You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream, and you are like the word Melancholy. I like for you to be still, and you are still far away.

It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove. And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you: Let me come to be still in you silence. And let me talk to you with your silence that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.

You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations. Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid. I like for you to be still: One word then, one smile, is enough. And I am happy, happy that it's not true.

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You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips and in your life my infinite dreams live. The lamp of my soul dyes your feet. My sour wine is sweeter than your lips, oh reaper of my evening song, how solitary dreams believe you to be mine! You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon' wind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voice.

Huntress of the depths of my eyes, your plunder stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water. You are taken in the net of my music, my love, and my nets of music are wide as the sky.

My soul is borne on the shore of your eyes of mourning In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins. You are far away too, oh farther than anyone. Thinking, freeing birds, dissolving images, burying lamps. Belfry of fogs, how far away, up there! Stifling laments, milling shadowy hopes, taciturn miller, night falls on you face downward, far from the city.

Your presence is foreign, as strange as a thing.

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I think, I explore great tracts of my life before you. My life before anyone, my harsh life. The shout facing the sea, among the rocks, running free, mad, in the sea-spray. The sad rage, the shout, the solitude of the sea. Headlong, violent, stretched towards the sky.

You, woman, what were you there, what ray, what vane of that immense fan? You were as far as you are now. Fire in the forest! Burn in blue crosses. Burn, burn, flame up, sparkle in trees of light. It collapses, crackling.

And my soul dances, seared with curls of fire. Who calls? What silence peopled with echoes? Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude, hour that is mine from among them all!

Hunting horn through which the wind passes singing. Such a passion of weeping tied to my body. Shaking of all the roots, attack of all the waves! My soul wandered, happy, sad, unending. Thinking, burying lamps in the deep solitude. Who are you, who are you? In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself. The moon glows like phosphorus on the vagrant waters. Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.

The snow unfurls in dancing figures.

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A silver gull slips down from the west. Sometimes a sail. High, high stars. Oh the black cross of a ship. Sometimes I get up early and my soul is wet. Far away the sea sounds and resounds.

This is a port. Here I love you. Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these cold things. Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels that cross the sea towards no arrival. I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.

The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there. My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose. I love what I do not have. You are so far. My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights. I like for you to be still, and you are still far away. There were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle. Ah you who are silent! Copyright Office website, http: Accordingly, if you are not sure whether material infringes your copyright, we suggest that you first contact an attorney.