Day: August 11, 2016

Poem: “The Advice,” by Charles Sackville, Earl of Dorset.

The Advice

Wou’d you in Love succeed, be Brisk, be Gay,
Cast all dull Thoughts and serious Looks away;
Think not with down cast Eyes, and mournful Air,
To move to pity, the Relentless Fair,
Or draw from her bright Eyes a Christal Tear.
This Method Foreign is to your Affair,
Too formal for the Frolick you prepare:
Thus, when you think she yields to Love’s advance,
You’ll find ’tis no Consent, but Complaisance.
Whilst he who boldly rifles all her Charms,
Kisses and Ravishes her in his Arms,
Seizes the favour, stays not for a Grant,
Alarms her Blood, and makes her sigh and pant;
Gives her no time to speak, or think’t a Crime,
Enjoys his Wish, and well imploys his time.

I wish that I had kissed you ten more times

I wish that I had kissed you ten more times
I didn’t know  how soon you had to leave
I’d   draw upon your lips my best design

I tell my love in words,  which is no crime.
I didn’t show you all you might receive
I wish that I had kissed you ten more times

If I had  bought you  bottles of best wine
Would you have stayed and  kept me unbereaved?
I’d   draw upon your lips my best design.

I know you were perceptive and read signs
Eyes a-crinkle   green as sun washed  leaves
I wish that I had kissed you ten more times

I’d  hold your  mind and  weave  your thoughts to rhymes
Until  the  truest love poem  arrived
I’d   draw upon your lips my best design.

I’d write  you letters ,much love I would leave
With my mind and body I perceive.
I wish that I had kissed you ten more times
I’d   draw upon your lips our own design

My dearest heart

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Mei tearens, farwol myn leafste hert.[ Frisian][

With tenderness,farewell my dearest heart

.Met tederheid, vaarwel mijn liefste hart.[ Dutch]

Med ømhed , farvel min kære hjerte . [Danish

Med ømhed, Farvel mín kerti hjerte.  [Icelandic]

Watercolour love

 

Like ancient watercolour paintings washed by rain,
Our hearts had mingled,yet our separate selves remained.
Two watercolour pictures without frames,
Became one picture over time;
Yet two of us still there.
Our colours blended  gradually
Till shades and hues were shared.
I loved your colours intermixed with mine:
Together they became a new design.
A watercolour image  made and stroked by rain
I, too, must go, yet our  Watercolour Love   ever remains

My blood skips

 

I found looking at languages similar to English before the Norman Conquest that joy or happiness is blydskip….. so it is a metaphor…I was so happy my blood was skipping!Maybe if we  know joy enough  our blood will circulate better and we will not heart attacks etc.