Saturday, September 20, 2008
hope poems...
Hope is the Thing with FeathersBy: Emily Dickinson
"Hope" is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea,
Yet never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
The Hope of Loving
by: Meister EckhartTransl. Daniel Ladinksky
What keeps us alive,
what allows us to endure?
I think it is the hope of loving,or being loved.
I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey
to find its source, and how the moon wept
without her lover’swarm gaze.
We weep when light does not reach our hearts.
We witherlike fields if someone close
does not rain their
Pure is the life of my hope.
With my sweet hopeI try to reach the higher worlds.
With my pure hope
I try to fathom my inner worlds.
But alas,In neither way do I succeed.
I fail,I miserably fail.
Gitanjali
By: Rabindranath Tagore
In desperate hope I go and search for her in all the corners ofmy room;
I find her not.
My house is small and what once has gone from it can never beregained.
But infinite is thy mansion, my lord, and seeking her I have to
come to thy door.
I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky and I liftmy eager eyes to thy face.
I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing canvanish
--no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen throughtears.
Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean, plunge it into the
deepest fullness.
Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch int
he allness of the universe.
11:25 PM
♥ChoColate
