~ Burgundy ~
Dicksee
~ Farewell, Farewell,
One Kiss And I Descend ~
William Shakespeare
The Colour of Burgundy;
Vigor
Elegance
Richness
Rafinement
Leadership
Maturity
Exxpensive
~ 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 sooth
Come now, and let me dream it truth
And part my hair, and kiss my brow
And say My love, why sufferest thou
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 ~
Matthew Arnold
~ Ode to Psyche ~
O Goddess, hear these tuneless numbers, wrung
By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear
And pardon that thy secrets should be sung
Even into thine own soft-conchèd ear
Surely I dream'd to-day, or did I see
The wingèd Psyche with awaken'd eyes
I wander'd in a forest thoughtlessly
And, on the sudden, fainting with surprise
Saw two fair creatures, couchèd side by side
In deepest grass, beneath the whisp'ring roof
Of leaves and trembled blossoms, where there ran
A brooklet, scarce espied
'Mid hush'd, cool-rooted flowers, fragrant-eyed
Blue, silver-white, and budded Tyrian
They lay calm-breathing on the bedded grass
Their arms embracèd, and their pinions too
Their lips touch'd not, but had not bade adieu
As if disjoinèd by soft-handed slumber
And ready still past kisses to outnumber
At tender eye-dawn of aurorean love
The wingèd boy I knew
But who wast thou, O happy, happy dove
His Psyche true
O latest-born and loveliest vision far
Of all Olympus' faded hierarchy
Fairer than Phoebe's sapphire-region'd star
Or Vesper, amorous glow-worm of the sky
Fairer than these, though temple thou hast none
Nor altar heap'd with flowers
Nor Virgin-choir to make delicious moan
Upon the midnight hours
No voice, no lute, no pipe, no incense sweet
From chain-swung censer teeming
No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat
Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming
O brightest! though too late for antique vows
Too, too late for the fond believing lyre
When holy were the haunted forest boughs
Holy the air, the water, and the fire
Yet even in these days so far retired
From happy pieties, thy lucent fans
Fluttering among the faint Olympians
I see, and sing, by my own eyes inspired
So let me be thy choir, and make a moan
Upon the midnight hours
Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet
From swingèd censer teeming
Thy shrine, thy grove, thy oracle, thy heat
Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming
Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane
In some untrodden region of my mind
Where branchèd thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain
Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind
Far, far around shall those dark-cluster'd trees
Fledge the wild-ridgèd mountains steep by steep
And there by zephyrs, streams, and birds, and bees
The moss-lain Dryads shall be lull'd to sleep
And in the midst of this wide quietness
A rosy sanctuary will I dress
With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain
With buds, and bells, and stars without a name
With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign
Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same
And there shall be for thee all soft delight
That shadowy thought can win
A bright torch, and a casement ope at night
To let the warm Love in ~
John Keats
~ There Will Be Others,
But They Will All Pass Your Heart ~
Julie Werner
F: Beyond Goodbye
~ Doubt that the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love ~
~ William Shakespeare ~
~ you are
music to my soul
you are the
light that i behold
you are
all that i desire
you are the
secret of my fire
you are
my dream come true
you are the
one who made me new
you are
rainbows after storms
you are the
love that keeps me warm
you are
soft petals of a rose
you are the
one who bends my toes
you are
every breath i take
you are the
love that we both make.
you are...
copyright. jim cole 01.02.2008
~ Stay near me, do not take thy flight
A little longer stay in sight
Much converse do I find in thee
Historian of my infancy
Float near me; do not yet depart
Dead times revive in thee
Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art
A solemn image to my heart
My father's family
Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days
The time, when, in our childish plays
My sister Emmeline and I
Together chased the butterfly
A very hunter did I rush
Upon the prey, with leaps and springs
I followed on from brake to bush
But she, God love her, feared to brush
The dust from off its wings ~
William Wordsworth
~ Det finnes et annet menneske inni meg.
Et som først nå begynner å bli synlig,
takket være deg ~
Göran Tunström
~Nærast er du når du er borte
Noko blir borte når du er nær
Dette kallar eg kjærleik
Eg veit ikkje kva det er ~
Tor Jonsson
~ Det er noe usedvanlig, spesielt, som trekker oss mot hverandre -
Noe som ligger dypt i begges natur, og kanskje er sterkere enn våre viljer.
Men jeg vet også at det på en måte ligger en avgrunn mellom oss
som vi aldri kan springe over ~
Eva Mudocci i brev til Edvard Munch
~ Han sa at Henry solte seg i den makt en kjærlighet som min gav ham,
At han aldri kom til å få en slik dyrebar gave igjen ~
F. Henry & June
~ I`ll forgive you
But I promised my heart
Never to trust you again ~
Julie Werner
F. Beyond Goodbye
~ Life, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom
But these are transient all
If the shower will make the roses bloom
O why lament its fall
Rapidly, merrily
Life's sunny hours flit by
Gratefully, cheerily
Enjoy them as they fly
What though Death at times steps in
And calls our Best away
What though sorrow seems to win
O'er hope, a heavy sway
Yet hope again elastic springs
Unconquered, though she fell
Still buoyant are her golden wings
Still strong to bear us well
Manfully, fearlessly
The day of trial bear
For gloriously, victoriously
Can courage quell despair ~
Charlotte Bronte
~ Jeg elsker det øyeblikket da jeg våkner fra dyp søvn
Og ikke vet hvor jeg er
Jeg svever frigjort fra tyngdekraften
I slike øyeblikk danser jeg som jeg aldri har danset før
Slik er jeg, når jeg er sammen med deg ~
F. The Company
~ We two have spent some happy days
By brooklet, stream, and fountain
We two have trodden rocky ways
And climbed a misty mountain
And we have whispered soft and low
Many a time together
And thought it very sweet to go
And seek for fern and heather
And once you found a pale wild rose
I shall forget it never
And said some words my heart well knows
For ever and for ever
I used to think you very fair
And oh! so very simple
Because you had a childlike air
And such a saucy dimple
I used to think you loved the birds
And lived among the flowers
And that you meant the whispered words
You said in twilight hours
And oh! I thought you would be true
Although you were so never
And yet I will be true to you
For ever and for ever
I wonder if you quite forget
The days We spent together
Or if you think with vague regret
Of tangled grass and heather
I wonder if your eyes are still
as blue as when we parted
I saw them turn away and fill
And thought you broken-hearted
Ah well! you were a sad coquette
But I'll never forget you never
I'll keep your rose..'tis treasured yet
For ever and for ever ~
Rea
~ Jeg tror, nei jeg vet, at en mann
som virkelig har elsket og er blitt elsket igjen av en kvinne,
han kan nok siden møte motgang og ulykke.
Han kan bli ensom, han kan bli forlatt.
Men det kan aldri gå ham helt galt.
Jeg mener: Innvendig, i sinnet,
kan det aldri gå ham helt galt,
der vil han alltid ha et område å falle tilbake til,
et fast punkt som holder ham i likevekt,
en rikdom ingen kan ta fra ham ~
Sigurd Hoel
~ my soul dances
to the rhythm
of your heart.
copyright. jim cole 12.15.2007
~ When I saw you I fell in love,
and you smiled because you knew ~
~ William Shakespeare ~
~ Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep
She sleeps a charmed sleep
Awake her not
Led by a single star
She came from very far
To seek where shadows are
Her pleasant lot
She left the rosy morn
She left the fields of corn
For twilight cold and lorn
And water springs
Through sleep, as through a veil
She sees the sky look pale
And hears the nightingale
That sadly sings
Rest, rest, a perfect rest
Shed over brow and breast
Her face is toward the west
The purple land
She cannot see the grain
Ripening on hill and plain
She cannot feel the rain
Upon her hand
Rest, rest, for evermore
Upon a mossy shore
Rest, rest at the heart's core
Till time shall cease
Sleep that no pain shall wake
Night that no morn shall break
Till joy shall overtake
Her perfect peace ~
Christina Rossetti
~ Si, kjære sjeldenhet
Si, sjeldne kjærlighet
Hvor bor du nå? ~
Carmina Burana
~ Jeg skjærer ut lokket på pudderdåsen min -
N`aimez que Moi, Caron, Rue de la Paix.
Han bærer det i vestlommen,
sammen med et av mine vinrøde lommetørklær ~
F. Henry & June av Anaïs Nin
~ Jeg har avlet frem en orkidè
Den kommer i alle regnbuens farger
Jeg vil kalle den ved min kones navn ~
F. The Company
~ A happy lover who has come
To look on her that loves him well
Who ’lights and rings the gateway bell
And learns her gone and far from home
He saddens, all the magic light
Dies off at once from bower and hall
And all the place is dark, and all
The chambers emptied of delight
So find I every pleasant spot
In which we two were wont to meet
The field, the chamber and the street
For all is dark where thou art not
Yet as that other, wandering there
In those deserted walks, may find
A flower beat with rain and wind
Which once she foster'd up with care
So seems it in my deep regret
O my forsaken heart, with thee
And this poor flower of poesy
Which little cared for fades not yet
But since it pleased a vanish’d eye
I go to plant it on his tomb
That if it can it there may bloom
Or dying, there at least may die ~
Alfred Tennyson
~ Og lever jei kommer det til aa være for din skyll
Og skriver jei er det for det du er til
Gud hjælpe mei hvis jei kommer til aa gjøre noe uten for din skyll
Men hvis du dør gjør jei ingenting mere i verden
Da værken gifter jei mei eller noenting ~
Hans Jæger
~ Between Loving Hearts There Are No Distance ~
Julie Werner Copyright~
~ To love is no sin
Only not to ~
F. Rob Roy
~ I've got you under my skin
I've got you deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart, that you're really a part of me
I've got you under my skin ~
Cole Porter
~ Remember me when I am gone away
Gone far away into the silent land
When you can no more hold me by the hand
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad ~
Christina Rossetti
~ I Can`t Tell You No More ~
~ And since that day, I have somehow known,
though I never saw you again,
that my last thought this side of the grave would be of you ~
F. Thorn Birds
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