Poetry in Motion

[BRADYKININ]

This girl or that girl

This girl or that girl are just
the same to me,
to all the others around me
I won't give away my heart
to this beauty nor to the others.
Their charm is a gift
Given by destiny to embellish their lives
If today I love this one
I'll probably love someone else tomorrow.
We hate constancy, the heart's tyrant,
as if it were a cruel plague,
Let those who wish to be faithful
keep their fidelity alive;
There is no love without freedom.
The rage of jealous husbands
and lovers' woes I despise,
I can defy Argo's hundred eyes
If I fancy a beautiful girl.

[PrInCiPiEl]

• • That by which our hearts are held,
    whole worlds love it too.
    I can't deny the truth -
    many ways lead to the One.
    
    Those whom the Beloved loves,
    we must also love.
    If someone is a friend to the Friend,
    how can we afford not to be friends?
    
    If you would be a lover,
    befriend him who loves your Friend;
    and if you cannot,
    don't call yourself a friend of mine.
    
    Whomever you tend to despise,
    hold dear instead.
    Don't belittle others, respect them.
    This is where the path leads.
    
    If your heart is filled with love,
    your way is sacrifice.
    Through sacrifice you will find your place
    in the ranks of Love.
    
    Hearts which truly love the Truth,
    Truth will open a door wide.
    Dismantle the house of selfishness.
    Put away your self-regard.
    
    High and low, enemy, neighbor,
    the Friend serves them all.
    Whoever wants to spread this word
    must first go out of his home.
    
    This counsel that Yunus gives
    is like buried gold.
    Those who love the Friend
    find peace in both worlds.

Yunus Emre



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[PrInCiPiEl]

Ask those who know...

• Ask those who know,
  what's this soul within the flesh?
  Reality's own power.
  What blood fills these veins?
  
  Thought is an errand boy,
  fear a mine of worries.
  These sighs are love's clothing.
  Who is the Khan on the throne?
  
  Give thanks for His unity.
  He created when nothing existed.
  And since we are actually nothing,
  what are possessions, houses, shops?
  
  God sent us here
  to come and see the world.
  This world itself is not everlasting.
  What are all of Solomon's riches?
  
  Ask Yunus and Taptuk
  what the world means to them.
  The world won't last.
  What are You? What am I?

Yunus Emre


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[Zana e malit]

LOOKING For Your Face

From the beginning of my life
I have been looking for your face
but today I have seen it.

Today I have seen
the charm, the beauty,
the unfathomable grace
of the face
that I was looking for.

Today I have found you
and those that laughed
and scorned me yesterday
are sorry that they were not looking
as I did.

I am bewildered by the magnificence
of your beauty
and wish to see you with a hundred eyes.

My heart has burned with passion
and has searched forever
for this wondrous beauty
that I now behold.

I am ashamed
to call this love human
and afraid of God
to call it divine.

Your fragrant breath
like the morning breeze
has come to the stillness of the garden
You have breathed new life into me
I have become your sunshine
and also your shadow.

My soul is screaming in ecstasy
Every fiber of my being
is in love with you

Your effulgence
has lit a fire in my heart
and you have made radiant
for me
the earth and sky.

My arrow of love
has arrived at the target
I am in the house of mercy
and my heart
is a place of prayer.

Rumi

[BRADYKININ]

I shkreti! :D

A Broken Appointment


You did not come,
And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.
Yet less for loss of your dear presence there
Than that I thus found lacking in your make
That high compassion which can overbear
Reluctance for pure lovingkindness' sake
Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum,
You did not come.

You love me not,
And love alone can lend you loyalty;
-I know and knew it. But, unto the store
Of human deeds divine in all but name,
Was it not worth a little hour or more
To add yet this: Once you, a woman, came
To soothe a time-torn man; even though it be
You love me not.

Thomas Hardy

[Cupke_pe_Korce]

What Do Women Want? - Kim Addonizio

I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what's underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I'm the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment
from its hanger like I'm choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I'll wear it like bones, like skin,
it'll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.

[BRADYKININ]

i carry your heart with me~*~*~*~E. E. Cummings

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart) :)

[BRADYKININ]

Ja dhe 1 tjeter nga i njejti autor si me siper (EE Cummings).


may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she


(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she


(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)


may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she


may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she


but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she


(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she


(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)

[BRADYKININ]

When will I love you? Good lord, I don't know,
Maybe never, maybe tomorrow.
But not today, that's certain.
Love is a rebellious bird
That nothing can tame,
And it is simply in vain to call it
If it is convient for it to refuse.
Nothing will work, threat or pleading,
One speaks, the other stays quiet;
And it's the other that I prefer
He said nothing; but he pleases me.
Love! Love! Love! Love!

Love is the child of the Bohemian,
It has never, never known any law,
If you don't love me, I love you,
If I love you, keep guard on yourself!
If you don't love me, if you don't love me, I love you!
But, if I love you, if I love you, keep guard on yourself!
If you don't love me, if you don't love me, I love you!
But, if I love you, if I love you, keep guard on yourself!


The bird you thought to surprise
Bat its wing and flew away;
Love is far away, you can wait for it;
If you wait for it no more, it is there!
All around you, quickly, quickly,
It comes, goes, then it comes back!
You think to hold it, it avoids you;
You think to avoid it, it holds you!
Love, love, love, love!

[IsiNYC]

Richard Cory nga Edwin Arlington Robinson

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace;
In fine we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.