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How Do I Love Thee? (with apologies to E. B. B.)
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How Do I Love Thee? (with apologies to E. B. B.) |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap 
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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.” < !signature--> 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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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
You have no need to apologize to her....this is magnificent..you are a wonderful poet..always enjoy reading your poetry.  |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
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~ |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Wonderful! You write with such ability and grace. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
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 |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
I think she would be proud... Thanks for sharing this, Kess! |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
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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Alwye
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Member Elite
since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
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~ |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Kress, Excellent writing. |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
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 |
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ESP Member Elite
since 2000-01-25
Posts 2556Floating gently on a cloud.... |
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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