Love After Love - Derek Walcott

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was yourself.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stanger who has loved you

and yor life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Unknown "BB...NFS" Ecstatic - 16 years, 18 days ago

Yesterday was a disaster, today even worse... tomorrow has been CANCELLED
Unknown "BB...NFS" Ecstatic - 16 years, 7 months, 8 days ago

Moonlight Nights
by Bernard Howe

The clear sky seems to glow,
with the moon so big and bright.
Lighting up our hill sides,
with an iridescence light.

The shadows hide amongst the trees,
whilst I listen to the gentle breeze.
A night time opera in front of me,
a magical moment under a grand marquee.

For now I know that no man alive,
could ever produce this kind of splendor.
One in which a heart beats faster,
one which makes my heart surrender.

The beauty within our heavens light,
fills me with a passion a deep delight.
Lakes sparkle from shore to shore,
a beauty no one could ever ignore.

How can darkness have such a glow,
a warmth so bold to comfort our soul?
A beauty from heaven to help us believe,
a knowledge that can, make us all whole

Unknown "BB...NFS" Ecstatic - 16 years, 7 months, 11 days ago

AUTUMN
by Christopher Brennan

Autumn: the year breathes dully towards its death,
beside its dying sacrificial fire;
the dim world's middle-age of vain desire
is strangely troubled, waiting for the breath
that speaks the winter's welcome malison
to fix it in the unremembering sleep:
the silent woods brood o'er an anxious deep,
and in the faded sorrow of the sun,
I see my dreams' dead colours, one by one,
forth-conjur'd from their smouldering palaces,
fade slowly with the sigh of the passing year.
They wander not nor wring their hands nor weep,
discrown'd belated dreams! but in the drear
and lingering world we sit among the trees
and bow our heads as they, with frozen mouth,
looking, in ashen reverie, towards the clear
sad splendour of the winter of the far south.
Unknown "BB...NFS" Ecstatic - 16 years, 7 months, 11 days ago

FIRE AND ICE by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.


Unknown "BB...NFS" Ecstatic - 16 years, 7 months, 11 days ago