“One loses time seeking for words;
one kiss brings understanding.”
“Perdi tempoando le parole,
bacia e sarai capito cerc.”
Perugina Baci
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Love and Friendship
by Emily Bronte
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree —
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most contantly?
The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who wil call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly’s sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He may still leave thy garland green.
Color is something we see with our eyes,
but love is something we see with our heart.
Joan Walsh Anglund
“The way of love is not
a subtle argument.
The door there
is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circles
of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling,
they’re given wings.”
Rumi
Love is the kiss
in the quiet nest
while the leaves are trembling,
mirrored in the water.
Federico García Lorca – The Butterfly’s Evil Spell
A Dream Girl
by Carl Sandburg
You will come one day in a waver of love,
Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,
The tan of the sun will be on your skin,
The purr of the breeze in your murmuring speech,
You will pose with a hill-flower grace.
You will come, with your slim, expressive arms,
A poise of the head no sculptor has caught
And nuances spoken with shoulder and neck,
Your face in pass-and-repass of moods
As many as skies in delicate change
Of cloud and blue and flimmering sun.
Yet,
You may not come, O girl of a dream,
We may but pass as the world goes by
And take from a look of eyes into eyes,
A film of hope and a memoried day.
“Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism.
Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke
” The sun of every vision,
Thy beauty be,
More beautiful than the beauty,
Thy beautiful face be. “
– Hafiz
Song of the Old Mother
William Butler Yeats
I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow
Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow;
And then I must scrub and bake and sweep
Till stars are beginning to blink and peep;
And the young lie long and dream in their bed
Of the matching of ribbons for bosom and head,
And their days go over in idleness,
And they sigh if the wind but lift a tress:
While I must work because I am old,
And the seed of the fire gets feeble and cold.
“Arise from sleep, old cat,
And with great yawns and stretchings…
Amble out for love”
― Kobayashi Issa
Maverick Mist 