The night has a thousand lights,
And the day only one;
The light of radiance vanishes
With the escaping sun.
The mind has a thousand reasons,
And the heart only one;
The light of the soul dies
When my love is gone.
Tag: Poetry
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A Thousand Nights and a Day
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Cycle and Epicyle of Evolution
Out of the void a chaos,
Then, a flash;
Out of the sea a silence,
Then, a splash;
Out of the heart an ecstasy,
Then, a pain;
Out of the dead, names dusted,
Life again. -
Poisoned Arrows
What are the three arrows of Cupid’s?
The first is inflamed with fire;
Your heart yields to burning chaos
And you call it DESIRE.His second is wet with poison,
The name is JEALOUSY:
It fills your eyes with green
And burns all of you with hearsay.The third of his arrows golden of all,
And it is named SADNESS:
It pours gushing lead into your heart’s well,
And leaves you in a sea of tears. -
Song About Her
A Young Woman Washing Dishes by Camille Pissaro Her beauty is invisible to untamed view
As that of many maidens be;
Her charm he never knew
Until she smiled on him;
Then he found her diamond eyes,
A jewel of passion, a well of grace!Alas! Her reply is shy and silent,
To him it is a cold recrimination;
But his secret passion is not misspent
For the secret passion in her bastion;Her infelicities are even muliebral, more
Than the felicities of other maidens are. -
Beloved
Woman Bathing Her Feet in a Brook by Camille Pissarro Is it too foolish then, without hope?
Your soul was pure and true,
Your spirit was fire and dew,
The high stars shined in your horoscope.
And because I was very young, invisible,
And our fates were a great divide so wide,
Each was nothing to each, each to end; must it be told?
We were never to cross the paths – Impossible!
We were mortals strutting our hours; nothing beside? -
Star-crossed
from google She kept all her love to herself alone, all alone,
But let her concealment, like a pearl in the clam,
Feed on her rosy cheek: she pined in thought,
And with a blue and even bluer melancholy,
She stood there like Dido by the River of Lethe,
Smiling gently at the last shadow of memory.
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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