Yin asked me to tell you, Jenny, that she loves you
and she’s sorry. She didn’t sleep last night, and she
waited for you, and she waited and she waited…
I was led into love with an eager palm,
full of life and vigour and youth.
I was shunted from love with the back of the hand,
careless, selfish and uncouth.
The winds do moan as the trees howl from their roots
and the days grow cold, as the nights grow fierce
with the remembrance of the lover’s previous hold
and the bittersweet tear for the wisdom untold.
Poem by Claudia Fitzgerald,
“Who so loves, believes the impossible.” Elizabeth Barrett Browning
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
Quotation from Ingrid Bergman
Such a beautiful poem xx
The two extremes and I’ve experienced them both. Some people are extremely careless with the feelings of others. Too sad!
i enjoyed reading the graphics! LOL i love the humor!
I am SO with Abigail’s comment. It is easy…too easy today for people to shut down other people without really taking the time to know them as no one else every has. I blame the current society we live in…a disposable one. I sometimes wonder what the late Leo Buscaglia would make of today in 2008. Thanks for a bittersweet post, Seraphine. May someone stop by and read this and think twice about themselves and love more richly for it!
Oh, I love the quote from Bergman – and your graphics are splendid!
“Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.”
~Kahlil Gibran
Ah love! Nothing can bring more joy or more pain. One of the more exciting emotions for sure. Great poem by Claudia Fitzgerald. I had never read any of her work. Now i want to
love is a mystery…for sure
a kiss friend
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because that is what love is.
Love is not breathless; it is not excitement; it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being ‘in love ‘which any of us convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches were found that we were one tree and not two. Captain Corelli’s Mandolin by Louis de Barmier
An apology helps to right a wrong. Experience is life’s most gifted teacher.
Hmmm…. Love is also a strange blend of confusion, pain, and trips to stores that I hate.
Ah, love… my favourite subject in many ways.
“Infatuation is when you think he’s as sexy as Robert Redford, as smart as Henry Kissinger, as noble as Ralph Nader, as funny as Woody Allen, and as athletic as Jimmy Conners. Love is when you realize that he’s as sexy as Woody Allen, as smart as Jimmy Connors, as funny as Ralph Nader, as athletic as Henry Kissinger and nothing like Robert Redford – but you’ll take him anyway.” Judith Viorst, Redbook, 1975