Poems Flowers - Poetry Flowers

Quotes

"In the driest whitest stretch of pain's infinite desert, I lost my sanity and found this rose. -- Rumi"

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet. -- Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet"

"Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose – Gertrude Stein"

"Arise, arise, arouse, a rose!- Eh, a rosy nose? – Jeremy Hilary Boob, Yellow Submarine"

The Human Abstract

"The shortest distance between two points is love" -- Charles Bernstein

"Doubt thou the stars are fire;

Doubt that the sun doth move;

Doubt truth to be a liar;

But never doubt I love. "-- William Shakespeare

"When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew. -- William Shakespeare

Poems Flowers

Hills and Hills

The hills remind me of you

Not because

they curve soft and warm

lovely and firm

under the Greek sun or flow

towards the horizon

in slow limpid waves

falling away mysteriously

at the edge of the sea

So that I can only surmise

their being there

beyond my gaze

and stare into the greyness

But because

a long time ago

you stared at them

as I am staring now -- Irving Layton

Nightfall

We have taken the night

like a Persian black cat

into bed with us;

your fingers stoking my body's heat

are the glittering red

glassware of my childhood,

are scents suddenly

remembered and pungent;

dark rivers under your hair

as under remote bridges.

I feel with my hands

The cool rain bark of your limbs.

Afterwards lying on our backs

like pillowed sovereigns

we decree space

and allow thought and the room's objects

to separate us;

abstract and personal

we turn

in the round cavity of sleep -- Irving Layton

Divinity

Were I a clumsy poet

I'd compare you to Helen

Ransack the mythologies

Greek, Chinese and Persian

For a goddess vehement

And slim: one with form as fair.

Yet find none. O,love, you are

Lithe as a Jew peddler

And full of grace. Such lightness

Is in your step, instruments

I keep for the beholder

To prove you walk, not dance.

Merely to touch you is fire

In my head; my hair becomes

A burning bush. When you speak,

Like Moses I am dumb

With marvelling, or like him

I stutter with pride and fear:

I hold, Love, divinity

In my changed face and hair -- Irving Layton