| My Favorite Poetry |
| My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close Emily Dickinson My life closed twice before its close- It yet remains to see If immortality unveil a third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell. |
| The Bustle in a House Emily Dickinson The Bustle in a House The Morning after Death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon Earth- The Sweeping up the Heart And putting Love away We shall not want to use again Until Eternity. |
How I wish I had the courage to be infaithful to you Be unfaithful to that voice of yours, with All those nuances in pitch and tone I learned to recognize and respond so well. (Sometimes, it seems that if I'm still having an affair with your memory, it's really because of your dear, dear voice. I keep on waiting to be punished for Not having love you the way you deserve to be loved And last night, in dreams, you told me I had To let sweetness take over, and forgive myself. I'm not sure if that was really you speaking, or just my subconscious asking me to let go. |
| A White Rose J B O'Reilly The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove. But I send you a cream-white rosebud With a flush on its petal tips; For the love that is purest and sweetest Has a kiss of desire on the lips. |
| Heart, We Will Forget Him Emily Dickinson Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me, Then I, my thoughts, will dim. Haste! 'lest while you're lagging I may remember him! |
It was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea, that a maiden there lived whom you may know by the name of Annabel Lee; and this maiden she lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, in this kingdom by the sea; but we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; with a love that the winged seraphs of heaven coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, in this kingdom by the sea, a wind blew out of a cloud, chilling my beautiful Annabel Lee; so that her highborn kinsman came and bore her away from me, to shut her up in a sepulcher in this kingdom by the sea. |
| Annabel Lee - Edgar Alan Poe |
You know... Sunsets with him... they're not better, But they're not any worse Either, just different... Would you understand if I tell you I remain monogamous by nature, but not always By choice? |
| Unfaithful - Minerva Torres |
The angels, not half so happy in heaven, went envying her and me- Yes!-that was the reason (as all men know, in this kingdom by the sea) that the wind came out of the cloud by night, chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love of those who were elder than we- of many far wiser than we- and neither the angels in heaven above, nor the demons down under the sea, can ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without briging me dreams of the beautiful Annabel Lee; and the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride, in the sepulcher there by the sea, in her tomb by the sounding sea. |
| Excerpt of The Rhodora Ralph Waldo Emerson "...If the sages ask thee why this charm is wasted on the earth and sky tell them dear, that if eyes were made for seing then beauty is its own excuse for being." |
| If you were coming in the fall Emily Dickinson If you were coming in the fall I'd brush the summer by with half a smile, a half a spurn, as housewives do, a fly. If I could see you in a year, I'd wind the months in balls- and put them each in separate drawers, for fear the numbers fuse- if only centuries, delay, I'd count them on my hand, subtracting, till my fingers dropped into Van Dieman's Land. |
| If certain,when this life was out- that yours and mine, should be I'd toss it yonder, like a Rind, and take Eternity- But, now, uncertain of the length of this, that is between, it goads me, like the Goblin Bee- That will not state-its sting. |