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How Do I Love Thee? (with apologies to E. B. B.)

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Skyfyre
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0 posted 05-22-2000 07:51 PM       View Profile for Skyfyre   Email Skyfyre   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Skyfyre

How Do I Love Thee?
(with apologies to E. B. B.)

Shall I approach thee gently, with reserve,
Impeccably and truly nonchalant?
Should such neglect, in seeming, rightly serve
To pique the sense of need, or stir the want?
Or shall I sweep thee up in passion’s fire,
Unwavering, ignoring all protest?
Might such a flood, a drowning by desire,
Decide the shore whereon thine heart shall rest?
Shall I expose this soul, so firmly masked,
So long unseen, the vision strikes me strange?
Shall trembling lips relay what heart hath asked,
“How do I love thee?” What should hope to change
By musing thus?  In answer comes the call,
Its timbre proud: “I’ll love thee not at all.”




 Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...


--William Shakespeare, from The Tempest



[This message has been edited by Skyfyre (edited 05-22-2000).]
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Poet deVine
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1 posted 05-22-2000 08:20 PM       View Profile for Poet deVine   Email Poet deVine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Poet deVine

You have no need to apologize to her....this is magnificent..you are a wonderful poet..always enjoy reading your poetry.  
Janet Marie
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2 posted 05-22-2000 09:03 PM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

Shall I approach thee gently, with reserve,
Impeccably and truly nonchalant?
Should such neglect, in seeming, rightly serve
To pique the sense of need, or stir the want?
Or shall I sweep thee up in passion’s fire,
Unwavering, ignoring all protest?
Might such a flood, a drowning by desire,
Decide the shore whereon thine heart shall rest?
----------------

*sigh*...no mercy. *smile*
me thinks you talk like this in your sleep.
how perfect is the flow of this...amazing.
and how sweet of you to apologize to her
for writing a poem to show hers up  
wondeful words.
take care,
jm


 Some things cannot be explained by verses that rhyme,
They are not measured by the commitment of time.
Some emotions run too deep to be described by words,
Forgiveness and understanding-remain the most beautiful words ever heard.
~Janet Marie~

"What the caterpillar calls the end ...
The world calls a butterfly"
~Lao Tze Tao~
~Butterflies are meant to be free~


Martie
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3 posted 05-22-2000 09:08 PM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

Wonderful!  You write with such ability and grace.  
Michael
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4 posted 05-22-2000 10:40 PM       View Profile for Michael   Email Michael   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Michael

If only we had the power to choose who we loved, Kess, it might save us all a lot of heartache in the end.  But let's face it, words come from the mind - while emotion comes from the heart and for all intents and purposes, the heart might as well be deaf and dumb for it neither listens nor sees anything other than what chooses...

Just my opinion...

Michael
Master
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5 posted 05-22-2000 11:03 PM       View Profile for Master   Email Master   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Master's Home Page   View IP for Master

I think she would be proud...
Thanks for sharing this, Kess!
netswan
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6 posted 05-22-2000 11:08 PM       View Profile for netswan   Email netswan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit netswan's Home Page   View IP for netswan

Skyfyre - I don't know who E.E.B. is,
but this is certainly a well written poem.
Love the end, so firm ---so determined.

Warmly,
Teresa
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7 posted 05-22-2000 11:10 PM       View Profile for Alwye   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Alwye

Skyfyre, what can I say?  Your talent is phenomenal...I do agree with Michael that we cannot really choose who we love..but nevertheless, the poem was extraordinary!  

 *Krista Knutson*

~We are only truly lost when we have lost ourselves~
Seymour Tabin
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8 posted 05-22-2000 11:13 PM       View Profile for Seymour Tabin   Email Seymour Tabin   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Seymour Tabin

Kress,
Excellent writing.
Skyfyre
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9 posted 05-23-2000 02:24 PM       View Profile for Skyfyre   Email Skyfyre   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Skyfyre

h'llo all ...  

Sharon:  Thank you -- your "patronage" has been endlessly gratifying to me ...  

Janet:  In my sleep?  Not that I've been told ...    LOL -- and I am not known for being merciful where my own emotional health is concerned ... gotta draw the line somewhere, yanno?

Martie:  Were it possible for me to do a pliet' for you, consider it done ... thank you much.  

Michael:  Ah, but we CAN and DO choose who we love ... 'tis a commitment of MIND and SOUL as well as body and heart -- without agreement from all four, I maintain that love can never be the result ...  

Master:  Welcome, hun, and I hope so ...  

netswan:  Thank you -- and FYI, Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote the original piece which carried this title -- suffice it to say that the theme was somewhat ... well, different than this one ... thus the apology.  

Krista:  Muchas Gracias, and I echo to you what I said to Michael ... LOL  

Sy:  I am sure that "Kress," whomever she may be, is warmed by your appreciation of her talent.  LOL  

Smooches all,

--Kess



 Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...


--William Shakespeare, from The Tempest

ESP
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Floating gently on a cloud....


10 posted 05-23-2000 02:47 PM       View Profile for ESP   Email ESP   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for ESP

Kess, this is a wonderful poem....E.B.B. eat her heart out!! Your poetry is truly wow!!

Love and hugs,
Lizzie


 "Poetry is the true expression of my soul, it is my ultimate means of communication. It is my rainbow of delight."
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