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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=424630" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Amazing Grace</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Live, live with me, and thou shalt see<br>The pleasures I'll prepare for thee: <br>What sweets the country can afford<br>Shall bless thy bed, and bless thy board.'<br>So Robert Herrick's poetry<br>has written yet his words may be<br>as nought compared to all that's poured<br>in soul-song here for my adored.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come live with me and be my love, <br>And we will all the pleasures prove<br>That hills and valleys, dale and field, <br>Or woods or steepy mountain yield.' -<br>Though Marlowe's maid as hand and glove<br>swain fain would fit her heart to move, <br>his verse is but an empty shield<br>compared to all I'd have revealed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But Time drives flocks from field to fold; <br>When rivers rage and rocks grow cold; <br>And Philomel becometh dumb; <br>The rest complains of cares to come.'<br>Thus Walter Raleigh mocks, shortsold, <br>the love whose span cannot be told<br>no empty write I'd write, hymn's hum -<br>no strings save mandolin to strum.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For thee, thou need'st no such deceit, <br>For thou thyself art thine own bait, <br>That fish, that is not catched thereby, <br>Alas, is wiser far than I.'<br>John Donne declaimed - admire his feat -<br>as none could e'er exaggerate<br>your angel wings, your beauty's eye, <br>your heart whose depth none chart, your sigh! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Care on thy maiden brow shall put<br>A wreath of wrinkles, and thy foot<br>Be shod with pain: not silken dress<br>But toil shall tire thy loveliness.'<br>Day-Lewis says, - bride's white turns soot<br>with high ideals crushed underfoot -<br>yet my heart feel the years' duress<br>must only add to happiness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come, live with us and be our cook, <br>And we will all the whimsies brook<br>That German, Irish, Swede, and Slav<br>And all the dear domestics have.'<br>Says F.P.A. - beyond my book<br>such verse appears, no second look<br>I'd grant to others where your light<br>leads ever onwards, seeds delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Until at last we’ve squandered all, <br>shot the wad and maxed the cards, <br>until we’ve quaffed till dawns appall<br>and hoarse are velvet-throated bards.'<br>Thus tricked as Benedict would call<br>may suit for clubs' mascara fards, <br>for shattered mirrors' shivered shards, -<br>but I for you no trumps could call.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'That there was ought at all uncommon<br>In what each felt as man and woman -<br>If this our case, if this our story, <br>Shall we, at the worst, be sorry? '<br>Thus Babette Deutsch may sing - a common<br>complaint where maids abused by come on<br>as pawns are treated - care and worry<br>for you unknown shall be, dear glory! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And she, by passion once demented, <br>- That woman out of Botticelli –<br>She brews and bottles, unfermented, <br>The stupid and abiding jelly.'<br>de Vries may state - a state repented<br>by those led on by greed or belly, <br>advantages misrepresented, <br>celebrities as seen on telly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Should that reflect our daily 'lark<br>with weekly walk in Central Park.<br>till one of these days not too remote<br>you’ll probably up and cut my throat.' -<br>I quote Nash, - Ogden's - bite and bark <br>an choice to which I'd never hark.<br>You are my suit, my hat, my coat, <br>emotions' motions, ocean's float.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'At Claridge thou shalt duckling eat, <br>Sip vintages both dry and sweet, <br>And squeeze between enchanting lips<br>Asparagus with buttered tips.'<br>This Katzin may suggest as treat! <br>For you each day dark Fate I'd cheat -<br>though other blooms from stem death strips -<br>you, peerless rose, Time won't eclipse. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I love thy bright and hazel glance, <br>The mellow lute upon those lips, <br>Whose tender, tender tones entrance'<br>Says Thomas Hood who swaying hips<br>it seems escapes, or leaves to chance.<br>One magic touch - your fingertips -<br>encourage me to plea advance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh come, my love, and seek with me<br>A realm by grosser eye unseen, <br>Where fairy forms will welcome thee, <br>And dainty creatures hail thee queen.'<br>This is a cold reflection we -<br>though writ in Scribner's magazine, <br>pen unknown,19th. century -<br>could find together, far from spleen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come vote for me and back my run, <br>And once this next election’s won, <br>For your int’rests I will slave, <br>Never acting like a knave.'<br>This Silverstein in story spun, <br>half serious and half in fun, <br>may preach - yet as as equal wave<br>farewell to cowards' surface brave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come live with me, my partner be, <br>and we will every contract make<br>that tricky opportunity<br>presents in life of bid and (s) take.<br>You moon, I sun, eternity<br>will round each other spin, ne'er shake, -<br>alliance through equality<br>that none may question, none mistake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trumps we shall call, my Queen of hearts, <br>diamonds divine declare clean breast.<br>We’ll not proceed by fits and starts, <br>but lead from strength, ne’er second best! <br>No clubs will e'er disturb your rest, <br>no spades will darken Cupid's darts, <br>your breast is my mount Everest, <br>your whole is greater than my parts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With points imperial we’ll show<br>the world we make a perfect match, <br>we’ll club together till Time’s flow<br>will slam the door and bolt the latch<br>on others too unskilled to grow<br>together come what weather, catch<br>disease of boredom, envy, know<br>not joys eternal we may hatch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let thus united be displayed<br>our souls upon life’s table baize, <br>always to call a spade a spade, <br>while psyching with a silent gaze.<br>Amazing grace, hopes never greyed, <br>unquantified shared trust which stays<br>as constant, tender, unafraid, <br>from better reach to red letter days.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rewards, not risks and penalties, <br>we’ll surely reap - who’ll never err, -<br>above the line we’ll score with ease<br>to win life’s cup without a slur.<br>For you time rhymes sublime to please, <br>fulfillment through life's struggle-stir, <br>symbiotic complementarities<br>no empty phrase, praise-phase transfer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This Valentine could verses add<br>till time turns tail and tale returns<br>upon itself through cycles glad<br>to demonstrate no other earns<br>love evergreen - no passing fad -<br>as yin through yang threads joy which yearns<br>to share and ne'er beware, be sad, -<br>as understanding more discerns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We spin from cradle to the grave, <br>from love prenuptial onward heading<br>seemingly simple, from close shave, <br>from puberty to diamond wedding, <br>inviting all, compose, Time brave, <br>nor rash, nor brash, <br>it should transpire to verse conclave<br>convinced these stanzas' worth's worth spreading. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Remedial action we should take, <br>each remnant of resistance fling, <br>articulate shared feelings, make<br>from letters moving tune to sing<br>love's praises, phases, no mistake -<br>each mundane article may bring<br>true inspiration, stock life's lake <br>with thinklings fished by lines which swing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus if what's writ be deemed enough<br>as introduction, invitation, <br>as shape of christmas stocking stuff<br>to fill until this dedication<br>attracts applause which off the cuff<br>emits approval, celebration, <br>then share with me through smooth and rough, <br>throughout lifelong collaboration.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Throughout life’s game we’ll not revoke, <br>but future points provoke with skill, <br>though now and then a psychic joke<br>helps spin time's wheel that’s never still.<br>Where others slurp their rum and coke<br>we'll grow together, hopes fulfill<br>where others fade as passing smoke, <br>we will combine both worth and will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We’ll bridge our differences and<br>send signals which are never crossed, <br>ne’er overlook another’s hand<br>keep insight objectives lost<br>by those who love can't understand, <br>by those who later count the cost, <br>by those who colors on demand<br>display to mask their hidden frost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If these delights your heart may move<br>to partner me through life’s long gambol, <br>then live with me and be my Love, -<br>I bid you, without long preamble<br>lend but one wing to turtle dove <br>may I the other add, no gamble<br>is this but bliss which must improve<br>as time spells rhyme love may unscramble.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Should all above still not suffice, <br>I'll add what hope's anticipation<br>inscribed last week - if you as ice<br>remain let pain dissolve, elation<br>our train of life tracks in a trice<br>departing from uncertain station<br>to dance on air as we twin, splice<br>and spice each day with fresh sensation...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come dance with me and find release, <br>team into dreams, with wild wolves run, <br>no nightmares stalk where heart finds peace.<br>A stellar future crowned with fun<br>shall gather as harvest increase<br>we reap together, story spun <br>from morn to night as worries cease, <br>while one and one at last make one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come dance, we’ll circumnavigate<br>the seven seas as zephyr’s breeze<br>anticipates and may translate<br>past cares to luck which soul strings frees.<br>Harp, Terpsichore shall play as Fate<br>unwinds past phantom_mime banshees, <br>life’s letter stamps ‘reciprocate’ <br>creating fresh realities.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come dance, unlearn life’s kernel woe<br>owe only to your inner voice<br>as chivalry and honour flow -<br>no need to justify heart’s choice.<br>Slow motion – Time stood still – will throw<br>away wait’s weights as two rejoice<br>in unexpected overthrow<br>of anchors as trim sails are hoist.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come dance, advance, no strings attached –<br>except of harp or violin -<br>devotion, eloquence unmatched, <br>shall shed all lies of ties that sin.<br>Thus inner doors may be unlatched, <br>contradictions’ caves cave in<br>Embrace new wave which saves unscratched<br>soul saved from hibernation’s bin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come dance, step clear, endearing smile<br>will echo caring, sharing, joy, <br>while dream’s theme reel will reconcile<br>to trust in real, no wiles employ.<br>Tiara crowned Princess no guile<br>may meet who, sweet, greets verse employ<br>as an expression timed to dial<br>away Time’s hands all else destroy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come dance with me, no judgment blind<br>will claim, will, blame, will shame, reject, -<br>all icicles soon left behind<br>Spring’s robin sings you’re soul elect.<br>From past which could be less unkind<br>we’ll destination fly direct<br>where all but lines are underlined, <br>no need for conduct circumspect.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come dance, together we’ll unlearn<br>the past’s mistakes, to future fair<br>to promised land hand, hand, will turn<br>with light and laughter everywhere.<br>The seasons slip by, none return, <br>yet bird’s song echoes, in your hair<br>may make its nest, chirp soft, not spurn, <br>and answer questions pondered there. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come dance with me, I’ll hold you tight, <br>in tenderness which knows no bounds, <br>restoring hidden wings for flight<br>tears soon shall cease, – for fears no grounds.<br>Here magic, comfort, and respite, <br>there melody received resounds, <br>acceptance and contentment quite<br>unmeasured pleasure ache impounds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come dance with me, and we will learn<br>what makes lips tingle, goose-bumps rise, <br>what makes spine shiver, plush blush burn, -<br>each day shall herald warmsurprise.<br>Eyes Isis envies will discern<br>from blue to you each spark that flies, <br>as touch, from glitter fairy’s fern<br>may guide, not steer, still share concern. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come dance, my dear, I’ll always keep, <br>my word - a promise from my heart -<br>integrity runs very deep, <br>each part of each need never part.<br>Thus whether way is slope or steep<br>until Earth’s end – which sings fresh start –<br>alert I’d watch awake, asleep, <br>protecting dreams from sudden start.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come dance, from trap or golden cage, <br>forever free to spread your wings<br>in harmony which knows nor rage, <br>nor stings nor slaps, - where spirit sings<br>in ecstasy as, turning page, <br>we’ll Autumn sage and Summer’s swings<br>unite as, taking center stage, <br>Spring warmth from Winter’s tumult springs. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come dance, your silent grace shall show<br>how one above, below, unique<br>shines out, from shadows free, whose glow<br>pre-empts necessity to speak.<br>From yesterdays the future’s flow<br>shall still remember tender cheek, <br>yet turn towards joy’s overflow, <br>life liberate from sadness, pique.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come dance to tune which wounded heart<br>returns to health and inspiration<br>we’ll reel, we’ll heal, real hopes may chart<br>beyond old altar’s altercation.<br>Past struggles’ tide and tears depart<br>as sun and moon anticipation<br>eliminate invasive dart, <br>while welcoming emancipation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come dance with me, we’ll share the key<br>that opens inspiration’s portal<br>uncover wellspring’s latency -<br>spirit infinite, immortal, -<br>find answers to eternity<br>withheld from passing shadow mortal<br>as soul’s connection as one we<br>establish, spurn deceptions’ maw well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come dance with me, I’ve said before, _<br>who twice ten thousand lines could add, -<br>and here repeat for one time more<br>ambition plain: to turn sad glad.<br>If this sweet song your pleasure move<br>this greeting was inscribed Above, <br>all let and hindrance swift remove –<br>come live with me and be my love …</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(c) Jonathan Robin revised version 16 July 2007</div><div style="margin:10px 0">PLEASE SEE NOTES BELOW<br>___________________</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Responsa in order of appearance of quotations cited in the poem above: </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Come Live with Me and Be My Love</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come live with me and be my love, <br>And we will all the pleasures prove<br>That hills and valleys, dales and fields, <br>Or woods or steepy mountain yields.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And we will sit upon the rocks, <br>And see the shepherds feed their flocks<br>By shallow rivers, to whose falls<br>Melodious birds sing madrigals.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I will make thee beds of roses<br>And a thousand fragrant posies, <br>A cap of flowers, and a kittle<br>Embroider’d all with leaves of myrtle, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A gown made of the finest wool<br>Which from our pretty lambs we pull.<br>Fair-lined slippers for the cold, <br>With buckles of the purest gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A belt of straw and ivy-buds<br>With coral clasps and amber studs: <br>And if these pleasures may thee move, <br>Come live with me and be my love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shepherd swains shall dance and sing<br>For thy delight each My morning, <br>If these delights thy mind may move, <br>then live with me and be my love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Christopher MARLOWE 1564_1593 </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">-----</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come Live with Me - The Nymph's Reply</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If all the world and love were young, <br>And truth in every shepherd's tongue, <br>These pretty pleasures might me move<br>To live with thee and be thy Love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Time drives flocks from field to fold; <br>When rivers rage and rocks grow cold; <br>And Philomel becometh dumb; <br>The rest complains of cares to come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The flowers do fade, and wanton fields<br>To wayward Winter reckoning yields: <br>A honey tongue, a heart of gall, <br>Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, <br>Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, <br>Soon break, soon wither-soon forgotten, <br>In folly ripe, in reason rotten.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds, <br>Thy coral clasps and amber studs, -<br>All these in me no means can move<br>To come to thee and be thy Love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But could youth last, and love still breed, <br>Had joys no date, nor age no need, <br>Then these delights my mind might move<br>To live with thee and be thy Love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Sir Walter RALEIGH 1552_1618 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">_______________________</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Bait </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come live with me, and be my love, <br>And we will some new pleasures prove<br>Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, <br>With silken lines, and silver hooks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There will the river whispering run<br>Warmed by thy eyes, more than the sun.<br>And there th'enamoured fish will stay, <br>Begging themselves they may betray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When thou wilt swim in that live bath, <br>Each fish, which every channel hath, <br>Will amorously to thee swim, <br>Gladder to catch thee, than thou him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If thou, to be so seen, be'st loth, <br>By sun, or moon, thou darkenest both, <br>And if myself have leave to see, <br>I need not their light, having thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let others freeze with angling reeds, <br>And cut their legs, with shells and weeds, <br>Or treacherously poor fish beset, <br>With strangling snare, or windowy net: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let coarse bold hands, from slimy nest<br>The bedded fish in banks out-wrest, <br>Or curious traitors, sleave silk flies<br>Bewitch poor fishes' wandering eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For thee, thou need'st no such deceit, <br>For thou thyself art thine own bait, <br>That fish, that is not catched thereby, <br>Alas, is wiser far than I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">John DONNE 1572_1631 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">________________________</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Shepherd to his Fair One</div><div style="margin:10px 0">TO PHILLIS, TO LOVE AND LIVE WITH HIM</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Live, live with me, and thou shalt see<br>The pleasures I'll prepare for thee: <br>What sweets the country can afford<br>Shall bless thy bed, and bless thy board.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The soft sweet moss shall be thy bed, <br>With crawling woodbine over-spread: <br>By which the silver-shedding streams<br>Shall gently melt thee into dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy clothing next, shall be a gown<br>Made of the fleeces' purest down.<br>The tongues of kids shall be thy meat; <br>Their milk thy drink; and thou shalt eat<br>The paste of filberts for thy bread<br>With cream of cowslips buttered: <br>Thy feasting-table shall be hills<br>With daisies spread, and daffadils; <br>Where thou shalt sit, and Red-breast by, <br>For meat, shall give thee melody.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll give thee chains and carcanets<br>Of primroses and violets.<br>A bag and bottle thou shalt have, <br>That richly wrought, and this as brave; <br>So that as either shall express<br>The wearer's no mean shepherdess.<br>At shearing-times, and yearly wakes, <br>When Themilis his pastime makes, <br>There thou shalt be; and be the wit, <br>Nay more, the feast, and grace of it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On holydays, when virgins meet<br>To dance the heys with nimble feet, <br>Thou shalt come forth, and then appear<br>The Queen of Roses for that year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And having danced ('bove all the best) <br>Carry the garland from the rest, <br>In wicker-baskets maids shall bring<br>To thee, my dearest shepherdling, <br>The blushing apple, bashful pear, <br>And shame-faced plum, all simp'ring there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Walk in the groves, and thou shalt find<br>The name of Phillis in the rind<br>Of every straight and smooth-skin tree; <br>Where kissing that, I'll twice kiss thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To thee a sheep-hook I will send, <br>Be-prank'd with ribbands, to this end, <br>This, this alluring hook might be<br>Less for to catch a sheep, than me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou shalt have possets, wassails fine, <br>Not made of ale, but spiced wine; <br>To make thy maids and self free mirth, <br>All sitting near the glitt'ring hearth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou shalt have ribbands, roses, rings, <br>Gloves, garters, stockings, shoes, and strings<br>Of winning colours, that shall move<br>Others to lust, but me to love. -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These, nay, and more, thine own shall be, <br>If thou wilt love, and live with me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Robert HERRICK 1591_1674 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">_________________</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Come Live with Me and Be my Love</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_________________</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, live with me and be my love, <br>And we will all the pleasures prove<br>Of peace and plenty, bed and board, <br>That chance employment may afford.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ll handle dainties on the docks<br>And thou shalt read of summer frocks: <br>At evening by the sour canals<br>We’ll hope to hear some madrigals.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Care on thy maiden brow shall put<br>A wreath of wrinkles, and thy foot<br>Be shod with pain: not silken derss<br>But toil shall tire thy loveliness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hunger shall make thy modest zone<br>And cheat fond death of all but bone –<br>If these delights thy mind may move, <br>Then live with me and be my love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cecil Day LEWIS 1904_1972 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">________________</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Passionate Householder to his Love</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Come, live with us and be our cook, <br>And we will all the whimsies brook<br>That German, Irish, Swede, and Slav<br>And all the dear domestics have.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you shall sit upon the stoop<br>What time we go and cook the soup, <br>And you shall hear, both night and day, <br>Melodious pianolas play.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And we will make the beds, of course, <br>You'll have two autos and a horse, <br>A lady to Marcel your tresses, <br>And all the madame's half-worn dresses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your gowns shall be of lace and silk, <br>Your laving shall be done in milk.<br>Two trained physicians when you cough, <br>And Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays off.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you are mashing Irish spuds<br>You'll wear the very finest duds.<br>If good to you these prospects look, <br>Come, live with us and be our cook.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On callers we have put no stops, <br>We love the iceman and the cops, <br>And no alarm clock with its ticks<br>And bell to ring at half-past six.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Gretchen, Bridget, Hulda, Mary, <br>Come, be our genius culinary.<br>If good to you these prospects look, <br>Come, live with us and be our cook.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Franklin Pierce ADAMS </div><div style="margin:10px 0">__________</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Atlantic City Idyll</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come bet with me and be my luck<br>and bring me gimlets tart with lime.<br>We’ll chase the wily holy buck<br>and toss the dice and sneer at time. <br>And we will dazzle in our clothes<br>and neon dazzle us as well.<br>We’ll strike a sleek and moneyed pose, <br>we’ll yell a blithe, ecstatic yell <br>until at last we’ve squandered all, <br>shot the wad and maxed the cards, <br>until we’ve quaffed till dawns appall<br>and hoarse are velvet-throated bards. <br>Come stroll with me and be my muse<br>of feckless hope and vain desire.<br>On the boardwalk the huckster woos<br>and Armless Annie tongues her lyre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kate BENEDICT - Come bet with me and be my luck<br>_________________</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Dispassionate Shepherdess</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do not live with me, do not be my love.<br>And yet I think we may some pleasures prove<br>That who enjoy each other, in the haste<br>Of their most inward kissing, seldom taste.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Being absent from me, you shall still delay<br>To come to me, and if another day, <br>No matter, so your greeting burn as though<br>The words had all the while been picked in snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No other gift you'll offer me but such<br>As I can neither wear, nor smell, nor touch -<br>No flowers breathing of evening, and no stones<br>Whose chilly fire outlasts our skeletons.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You'll give me once a thought that stings, and once<br>A look to make my blood doubt that it runs.<br>You'll give me rough and sharp perplexities, <br>And never, never will you give me ease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For one another's blessing not designed, <br>Marked for possession only of the mind, <br>And soon, because such cherishing is brief, <br>To ask whereon was founded our belief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That there was anything at all uncommon<br>In what each felt for each as man and woman -<br>If this then be our case, if this our story, <br>Shall we rail at heaven? Shall we, at the worst, be sorry? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heaven's too deaf, we should grow hoarse with railing, <br>And sorrow never quickened what was failing.<br>But if you think we thus may pleasures prove, <br>Do not live with me, do not be my love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DEUTSCH Babette 1895_1982 – Parody Christopher MARLOWE</div><div style="margin:10px 0">__________________</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"> <br>Bacchanal</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Come live with me and be my love, ”<br>He said, in substance. “There’s no vine<br>We will not pluck the clusters of, <br>Or grape we will not turn to wine.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s autumn of their second year.<br>Now he, in seasonal pursuit, <br>With rich and modulated cheer, <br>Brings home the festive purple fruit; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she, by passion once demented, <br>- That woman out of Botticelli –<br>She brews and bottles, unfermented, <br>The stupid and abiding jelly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Peter de VRIES 1910_19? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">______________________</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Love under the Republicans (or Democrats) </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Come live with me and be my love<br>And we will all the pleasures prove<br>Of a marriage conducted with economy<br>In the Twentieth Century Anno Donomy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We’ll live in a dear little walk-up flat<br>With practically room to swing a cat<br>And a potted cactus to give it hauteur<br>And a bathtub equipped with dark brown water.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We’ll eat, without undue discouragement, <br>Foods low in cost but high in nouragement<br>And quaff with pleasure, while chatting wittily, <br>The peculiar wine of Little Italy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We’ll remind each other it’s smart to be thrifty<br>And buy our clothes for something-fifty.<br>We’ll bus for miles on holidays<br>For seas at depressing matinees, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And every Sunday we’ll have a lark<br>And take a walk in Central Park.<br>And one of these days not too remote<br>You’ll probably up and cut my throat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ogden NASH 1902_1971 - Verses from 1929 On</div><div style="margin:10px 0">__________________________</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Passionate Profiteer to His Love</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Come feed with me and be my love, <br>And pleasures of the table prove, <br>Where Prunier and The Ivy yield<br>Choice dainties of the stream and field.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Claridge thou shalt duckling eat, <br>Sip vintages both dry and sweet, <br>And thou shalt squeeze between thy lips<br>Asparagus with buttered tips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On caviare my love shall graze, <br>And plump on salmon mayonnaise, <br>And browse at Scott’s beside thy swain<br>On lobster Newburg with champagne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Between hors d’oeuvres and canapés <br>I’ll feast thee on poularde soufflé And every day within thy reach<br>Pile melon, nectarine and peach.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come share at the Savoy with me <br>The menu of austerity; <br>If in these pastures thou wouldst rove<br>Then feed with me and be my love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Olga Katzin Miller - « Sagittarius » Targets 1942</div><div style="margin:10px 0">______________________</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Passionate Shepherd to His Love </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love thee - I love thee! <br>'Tis all that I can say; <br>It is my vision in the night, <br>My dreaming in the day; <br>The very echo of my heart, <br>The blessing when I pray: <br>I love thee - I love thee! <br>Is all that I can say. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love thee - I love thee! <br>Is ever on my tongue; <br>In all my proudest poesy <br>That chorus still is sung; <br>It is the verdict of my eyes, <br>Amidst the gay and young: <br>I love thee - I love thee! <br>A thousand maids among. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love thee - I love thee! <br>Thy bright and hazel glance, <br>The mellow lute upon those lips, <br>Whose tender tones entrance; <br>But most, dear heart of hearts, thy proofs <br>That still these words enhance. <br>I love thee - I love thee! <br>Whatever be thy chance. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thomas Hood<br>Parody Christopher MARLOWE - Come Live With Me and be My Love</div><div style="margin:10px 0">___________</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Microscopic Serenade</div><div style="margin:10px 0">« Oh come, my love, and seek with me<br>A realm by grosser eye unseen, <br>Where fairy forms will welcome thee, <br>And dainty creatures hail thee queen.<br>In silent pools the tube I’ll ply, <br>Where green conferva-threads lie curled, <br>And proudly bring to thy bright eye<br>The trophies of the protist world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We’ll rouse the stentor from his lair, <br>And gaze into the cyclops ’ eye; <br>In chara and nitella hair<br>The protoplasmic stream descry, <br>For ever weaving to and fro<br>With faint molecular melody, <br>And curious rotifers I’ll show, <br>And graceful vorticellidae.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where melicertae ply their craft<br>We’ll watch the playful water-bear, <br>And no envenomed hydra’s shaft<br>Shall mar our peaceful pleasure there; <br>But while we whisper love’ssweettale<br>We’ll trace, with sympathetic cart, <br>Within the embryonic snail<br>The growing rudimental heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where rolls the volvox sphere of green, <br>And plastids move in Brownian dance -<br>If, wandering ‘mid that gentle scene, <br>Two fond amoebae shall perchance<br>Be changed to one beneath our sight<br>By process of biocrasis, <br>We’ll recognise, with rare delight, <br>A type of our prospective bliss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or dearer thou by far to me <br>In thy sweet maidenly estate<br>Than any seventy-fifth could be, <br>Of aperture however great! <br>Come, go with me and we will stray<br>Through realm by grosser eye unseen, <br>Where protophytes shall homage pay, <br>And protozoa hail thee queen. »</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>“Jacob HENRICI” Scribners November 1879</div><div style="margin:10px 0">________________</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Passionate Congressman To His Constituents</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come vote for me and back my run, <br>And once this next election’s won, <br>For your int’rests I will slave, <br>Never acting like a knave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ll balance ev’ry yearly budget, <br>And never, never, never fudge it; <br>I’ll keep a tight lid on your taxes, <br>Even as your income waxes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ll get you medicine for free, <br>Protect social security; <br>For your pet peeves I’ll play the cupid, <br>No matter how inane or stupid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When terrorists cause nasty shocks, <br>I’ll hunt them down and punch their clocks; <br>Bad CEOs will feel my wrath; <br>Until they learn an honest math.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your special needs I won’t forget, <br>Be you soccer mom or vet; <br>And woe to those who soft drugs peddle, <br>Unless that’s you, then I won’t meddle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My opponent’s ads are hokum, <br>All his promises he’s broken.<br>Believe me—you don’t want that bum; <br>So vote for me and back my run.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Michael Silverstein</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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