Poems Flowers - Poetry Flowers
Quotes
"In the driest whitest stretch of pain's infinite desert, I lost my sanity and found this rose. -- Rumi"
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet. -- Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet"
"Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose – Gertrude Stein"
"Arise, arise, arouse, a rose!- Eh, a rosy nose? – Jeremy Hilary Boob, Yellow Submarine"
The Human Abstract
"The shortest distance between two points is love" -- Charles Bernstein
"Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love. "-- William Shakespeare
"When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew. -- William Shakespeare
Poems Flowers
Hills and Hills
The hills remind me of you
Not because
they curve soft and warm
lovely and firm
under the Greek sun or flow
towards the horizon
in slow limpid waves
falling away mysteriously
at the edge of the sea
So that I can only surmise
their being there
beyond my gaze
and stare into the greyness
But because
a long time ago
you stared at them
as I am staring now -- Irving Layton
Nightfall
We have taken the night
like a Persian black cat
into bed with us;
your fingers stoking my body's heat
are the glittering red
glassware of my childhood,
are scents suddenly
remembered and pungent;
dark rivers under your hair
as under remote bridges.
I feel with my hands
The cool rain bark of your limbs.
Afterwards lying on our backs
like pillowed sovereigns
we decree space
and allow thought and the room's objects
to separate us;
abstract and personal
we turn
in the round cavity of sleep -- Irving Layton
Divinity
Were I a clumsy poet
I'd compare you to Helen
Ransack the mythologies
Greek, Chinese and Persian
For a goddess vehement
And slim: one with form as fair.
Yet find none. O,love, you are
Lithe as a Jew peddler
And full of grace. Such lightness
Is in your step, instruments
I keep for the beholder
To prove you walk, not dance.
Merely to touch you is fire
In my head; my hair becomes
A burning bush. When you speak,
Like Moses I am dumb
With marvelling, or like him
I stutter with pride and fear:
I hold, Love, divinity
In my changed face and hair -- Irving Layton
