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Table of contents
- Poems (From Tottel's Miscellany)
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- A bi-weekly analysis of each of the 108 sonnets of Astrophil and Stella, one at a time.
- The Pain Is Still Mine
- Prometheus Unbound by Percy Bysshe Shelley | Poetry Foundation
Visit Home Events Exhibitions Library. By Percy Bysshe Shelley. But One, who throng those bright and rolling worlds. Behold with sleepless eyes! Made multitudinous with thy slaves, whom thou. Requitest for knee-worship, prayer, and praise,. With fear and self-contempt and barren hope. Hast thou made reign and triumph, to thy scorn,.
Three thousand years of sleep-unsheltered hours,.
Poems (From Tottel's Miscellany)
Till they seemed years, torture and solitude,. More glorious far than that which thou surveyest. Nailed to this wall of eagle-baffling mountain,. Black, wintry, dead, unmeasured; without herb,. Insect, or beast, or shape or sound of life. No change, no pause, no hope! I ask the Earth, have not the mountains felt?
Heaven's ever-changing Shadow, spread below,. You are Joseph, beautiful, strong, steadfast in your belief, all of Egypt has become drunk because of you. Of those who are blind to your beauty, and deaf to your songs, why do you worry? You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why do you worry? You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul. You are the security, the shelter of the spirit of Lovers. Oh the sultan of sultans, of any other king, why do you worry? Be silent, like a fish, and go into that pleasant sea. Why do you worry? Lover me, cave me, the sweet burn of Love me. Lover you, cave you, Shams protect me.
Noah you, soul you, conqueror and the conquered you the awakened heart you. Why hold me at that gate of your secret? Light you, celebration you, the victorious land you the bird of Mount Sinai you. You carry me on your tired beak. Drop you, ocean you, compassion and rage you, sugar you, poison you. The orb of the Sun you, the house of Venus you, the sliver of hope you. Open up the way for me. Day you, night you, fasting and the crumbs of a beggar you, water and a pitcher you. Quench my thirst, Beloved. Bait you, trap you, wine you, cup you, baked and raw you.
Oh, all these words of mine. At times I plunge to the bottom of the sea, at times, rise up like the Sun. At times, the universe is pregnant by me, at times I give birth to it. I am the one shouting hey ha. I say, when you reveal your true nature, then I will act my age.
Last night, I saw Goodness getting drunk. He growled and said, I am a nuisance, a nuisance. A hundred souls cried out, but we are yours, we are yours, we are yours.
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I said Love, who are you? He said, I am you, I am you, I am you. My face free of sorrow, my mouth full of wine, my clothes torn off my body. I tear away the layers. I melt the shame. I reveal the unrevealed. He moves too fast. One breath, he is outside the window. Next breath, he is inside my shirt. There is new life in me. The seven heavens cannot contain him, but he is here, moving up my shirt. Pop, one button here. Pop, one button there. This lion of God watches over me, I sing as he roars. I gave you life, I created you, I do what I want now. Before I met you, I had only one heart, I had only one body, I was only being.
Neither I am me, nor you are you, nor you are me. Also, I am me, you are you and you are me. We have become one in such a way, That I am confused whether I am you, or you are me.
A bi-weekly analysis of each of the 108 sonnets of Astrophil and Stella, one at a time.
The Lovers will drink wine night and day. They will drink until they can tear away the veils of intellect and melt away the layers of shame and modesty. Become this, fall in Love, and you will not be separated again. Do you know what you are?
You are a manuscript of a divine letter. You are a mirror reflecting a noble face. This universe is not outside of you. Look inside yourself; everything that you want, you are already that. Tonight is the night. It is the creation of that land of eternity. It is not an ordinary night, It is a wedding of those who seek unity. Tonight, the bride and groom speak in one tongue. Tonight, the bridal chamber is looking particularly bright.
The Pain Is Still Mine
Ask me about Love, and I will tell you the essence of madness. Ask me of an intellect gone mad, and I will show you a soul departed for good. Ask me of a hundred calamities, of a hundred life transformations. Ask me of a hundred deserts engulfed in fire. Ask me of a hundred oceans red with blood. I am an atom; you are like the countenance of the Sun for me. I am a patient of Love you are like medicine for me.
Without wings, without feathers, I fly about looking for you. I have become a rose petal and you are like the wind for me. Take me for a ride. By day I praised you and never knew it. By night I stayed with you and never knew it. I always thought that I was me--but no, I was you and never knew it. This is a gathering of Lovers. In this gathering there is no high, no low, no smart, no ignorant, no special assembly, no grand discourse, no proper schooling required.
There is no master, no disciple. This gathering is more like a drunken party, full of tricksters, fools, mad men and mad women. Once more, Love is pouring down my ceiling and my walls. Once more, it is the night of the full moon, it is time for madness. All my immense knowledge cannot help me now. Insomnia took my patience. Rain washed away my intellect.
The Lover made me lose my profession.
Prometheus Unbound by Percy Bysshe Shelley | Poetry Foundation
What good is my work anyway? Once more, rise, rise, rise, Once more, rise, rise, rise, Once more, rise, rise, rise. Now the face of that charred garden is my field of flowers. Look, two hundred Jupiters are dancing around my moon. I am done with the consultants and the pundits, they call you Jafar the imposter. Once more, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise. Appear oh Shams, appear. Your boundless grace has enraptured the lovers on the path, for ages. Please find the Rumi poems from Love Evolve below.
Do Not Use or Copy without Permission. Tonight, I see the realm of joy and pleasure. When you dance the whole universe dances. Love came, and moved like blood in my body. It rushed through my veins and surrounded my heart. Everywhere I looked, I saw Now, all that you see of me is just a shell, and the rest belongs to Love. Catherine Winkworth Language: Alas, my God, my sins are great Tune Title: Johann Major, ; Catherine Winkworth, Meter: Johann Major; Catherine Winkworth Meter: Chorale Book for England London: Longman, Green, Longman, Roberts and Green, , number Skip to main content.
Martin Rutilius ; Translator: Catherine Winkworth Tune: