In the hollows of quiet places may we meet,
In the quiet places where is neither moon nor sun,
but only the light as of amber and pale gold
that comes from the Hills of the Heart.
There, listen at times: there you will call, and I hear: there
will I whisper, and that [...]

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La Fontaine

Au borde d’une fontaine je me suis reposée
Je me suis reposée au bord d’une fontaine
Au bord d’une je me suis reposée
Et l’eau était si claire que je me suis baignée
Et l’eau était si clair que je me suis baignée
Je me suis baignée et l’eau était si claire
L’eau était si claire que [...]

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Much My Heart Needs To Share

It seems when Autumn is almost at it’s end and winter blows the first frosty air, you come to me like no other time.  My dreams are filled with you and you seem to walk beside me in everything I do. As I watched the moon and the stars embrace the first light of sun [...]

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Drift Quietly

There are many things
I would love to say to you today,
many words I wish
I could find a way to express
words that came to me
this morning, as I waited for sleep
words filling me last night
as you moved once more into my thoughts.
There are not enough words
to give to you on this day
and [...]

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Longing

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again.
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
Come, as thou cam’st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me.
Or, as thou never cam’st in [...]

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Sleep Well and Dream

Are you awake tonight? No, it is day, just beginning for you. No doubt you are swimming in the dreams that seem to join us before we wake.  The letter, yes, I am struggling with it again, something requiring care, like the crafting of a fine piece of silver.  The words start and stop as [...]

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Sonnet 98

From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April dress’d in all his trim
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
That heavy Saturn laugh’d and leap’d with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue
Could make me any summer’s story tell,
Or from their [...]

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Come to Me

Sometimes it seems there are no poems, not to be written or to be found, written by others.  I sift through the many poems to a fair lady or a young maiden and they just do not say what it is I need to say tonight.  Some words are hard to capture when the song [...]

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Separated Lovers

Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have
their own reality.  They are prevented from seeing one another and
they cannot write; nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways
of corresponding, by sending each other the song of birds, the scent
of flowers, the laughter of children, the light of the sun, the sighing
of the [...]

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Like the Fates

Who can put a price on love
silver traded for a moment
diamonds for an hour.
Treasures paid
for a moment treasured
a price paid gladly
but it does not buy love.

For you I would gather
the moon and stars
from the sky, like the fates
if love was so easy.

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