How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought.
quote by Sylvia Plath
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The Disciple
When Narcissus died the pool of his pleasure changed from a cup of
sweet waters into a cup of salt tears, and the Oreads came weeping
through the woodland that they might sing to the pool and give it
comfort.
And when they saw that the pool had changed from a cup of sweet
waters into a cup of salt tears, they loosened the green tresses of
their hair and cried to the pool and said, 'We do not wonder that
you should mourn in this manner for Narcissus, so beautiful was
he.'
'But was Narcissus beautiful?' said the pool.
'Who should know that better than you?' answered the Oreads. 'Us
did he ever pass by, but you he sought for, and would lie on your
banks and look down at you, and in the mirror of your waters he
would mirror his own beauty.'
And the pool answered, 'But I loved Narcissus because, as he lay on
my banks and looked down at me, in the mirror of his eyes I saw
ever my own beauty mirrored.'
poem by Oscar Wilde
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Water-Lillies
Unwedded from the world, I stray through trees
To where a pool lies mirrored in the sun
A disk of polished gold that I have won
With labours not unknown to Hercules.
Slender they bathe, all naked as a breeze,
Their nipples hollow and their hair undone,
While from their widespread thighs cool ripples run
To rock the water-lilies round their knees.
Nymphs of the fountains, naiads innocent,
Frail sunbeams who have passed between my arms
So beautiful in your imprisonment,
Fill now my soul with symbols of delight:
Soft voices and soft fingers and soft charms
And the perfume of the lotus in the night.
poem by Harry Crosby
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Mirror
Human values
Mirrored images
Engrossed in self
Magic imago,
Mirrored minds
Engrossed in self
No moral code,
Minded mirrors
Engrossed in self
Imago of banked souls,
Awakened souls
Engrossed in self
No nourishment,
Graffiti walls
Magic in the mirror
Engrossing secret codes,
Erosion of values
Image deterioration,
Anarchy consuming
Human values.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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You would go far
You would go far
Far, far
More far than we can imagine
Far, far
More far than we have been
I thought that we have learnt a lot
about separated
and saying goodbye is like litany of farewell
but no! I’m not used to
I can’t be used with being alone
I can’t stand with loneliness
You would go far
Far, far
More far than I could reach
Far, far
More far than I could bear
I thought that my heart’s tougher
Than yesterday
And I’ll say goodbye with smile
But no! my heart screams
Shrinking in lake of fear
Drowning in the pool of tear
You would go far
Far, far
More far though I don’t want to be left behind
Far, far
More far and I couldn’t go on
I thought that we have passed
a lot time together
and I could say enough
but no! it will never be
I taken it too much but
I just want to be with you right now
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The human heart is as a frail craft on which we wish to reach the stars.
quote by Giotto di Bondone
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0091 The Scholar - A Dutch portrait
The scholar, in his book-lined study, sits,
walled in by printed thought in black and white;
silent; by a pool of lamplight lit;
now still in reading, or now drawn to write;
inaudible, the music of his mind,
invisible, that dazzling light, his thought;
unknown, the destiny of human kind;
unwrit, the future glories to be sought;
he like a human hour-glass: single grains
passing into future mind from past;
and in his presence, all Creation reigns,
the history of the world from first to last.
this secret glory, scholars are allowed;
so fragile; mortal; subtle; noble; proud.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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When...
when my prayers
picked up shovels,
hoes, hammer, and nails...
they began to be answered.
when my concepts of truth
put on human faces,
they became reality!
when the eyes of my heart
began to see myself
mirrored in others,
my blindness was healed!
when i finally gave away
the last thing i clung to,
i became free!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Whirl pool
Whirl pool
On lake...
At through the stones...
water...
Rund rund...
Arund...
Whirl pool...
A Simply beauty...
The rain drops on
On pool water...
Many many
Little...little...
whirl pool
Run and rund to be...
Play the pool...
It was nature wool
With cool...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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He had lost his pride
He thought
He was the strongest man
There was nobody
Stronger and powerful than him
His pride turned him
From human to a demon
He used to bully
Young and old equally
Asking for money
And goods of his choice
Nobody dared to defy
One day he got hit by a
Speeding car
Broke his leg
Started bleeding
Unable to get up
He cried in pain
Nobody came to
Help him recover
Kept lying on the road
Fainted after some time
When he woke up
Found himself in the hospital
A frail old man
Was sitting on his bedside
He remembered
He bullied him the most
Asked him
Why did he help him?
Old man replied
You did what you thought
Was right
I did, what I thought
Was right
The strong man
Held the old man's hand
Tears flowing from his eyes
He had lost his pride
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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The Pool
By the pool that I see in my dreams, dear love,
I have sat with you time and again;
And listened beneath the dank leaves, dear love,
To the sibilant sound of the rain.
And the pool, it is silvery bright, dear love,
And as pure as the heart of a maid,
As sparkling and dimpling, it darkles and shines
In the depths of the heart of the glade.
But, oh, I 've a wish in my soul, dear love,
(The wish of a dreamer, it seems,)
That I might wash free of my sins, dear love,
In the pool that I see in my dreams.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Ebb
I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
Left there by the tide,
A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.
poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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London Pool
London Pool's in London town,
Ay, boys! O boys!
London Pool's in London town,
Where the great ships anchor down!
O to shake the canvas free,
Hear the cordage cheerily
Whistling to the open sea
Down from London Pool, O!
London Pool's a crowded place,
Ay, boys! O boys!
London Pool's a crowded place,
Crafts and crews of every race!
O to hear the clanking chain
Trail along the wharf again, -
Hear the tautening ropes astrain
Down from London Pool, O!
London Pool's a gallant sight,
Ay, boys! O boys!
London Pool's a gallant sight,
Toil by day and glare by night!
O to shake our heels and go, -
Feel the four free winds ablow,
Hail the lights of long ago
Down from London Pool, O!
poem by Cicely Fox Smith
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A Divine Image
Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secrecy the human dress.
The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace sealed,
The human heart its hungry gorge.
poem by William Blake
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Lines
DAY gradual fades, in evening gray,
Its last faint beam hath fled,
And sinks the sun's declining ray
In ocean's wavy bed.
So o'er the loves and joys of youth
Thy waves, Indifference, roll;
So mantles round our days of truth
That death-pool of the soul.
Spreads o'er the heavens the shadowy night
Her dim and shapeless form,
So human pleasures, frail and light,
Are lost in passion's storm.
So fades the sunshine of the breast,
So passion's dreamings fall,
So friendship's fervours sink to rest,
Oblivion shrouds them all.
poem by Joseph Rodman Drake
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Art of Heart
It craves air, it bloods life
It beats love, it breeds lust
Radiates hope, coagulates hate
Heart is the border of beauty and the beast
The flying balloon, the floating bubble
The flower blossoms, the fire blows
The assorted sweets, the shredded cheese
Heart is a bowlful of feeling
The tear of smile, the kiss of word
The honest hug, the hint of caress
The sting of warmth, the tender ache
Heart is the thing to be touched
Cold and frail, innocent and blind
Crazy and clumsy, wild and shy
Broken but stubborn, lost but liar
Heart is never ending drama
The unknown ocean, the light from dark
The moon on pool, the silent war
The instinct bark, the ego talk
Heart is the lonely last fighter
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Glass Heart
Glass heart
fragile and frail
beautiful and naive
do you fear to fall
to break forever?
Glass heart
fragile and frail
beautiful and naive
do you fear the hammer
that will break you forever?
Glass heart
fragile and frail
beautiful and naive
do you dread the cold
that could break you forever?
Glass heart
fragile and frail
beautiful and naive
together we'll face the fear
and break forever....
poem by Deana Rode
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The broken heart is a mighty heart.
Dear,
before you broke my heart,
the heart mirrored you single.
Now,
you broke it to pieces.
They mirror you in multiples.
The more you break
the more I stake.
So,
relent to mend,
any loops I shall amend.
Then,
let us by heart get along.
To me by heart you belong.
28.05.2001, Pmdi.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When You Believe
- s. schwartz - babyface -
Wh:
Many nights we pray
With no proof anyone could hear
And our hearts a hopeful song
We barely understand
Now we are not afraid
Although we know theres much to fear
We were moving mountains long
Before we know we could
Oah yes
There can be miracles
When you believe
Though hope is frail
Its hard to kill
Who know what miracle
You can achieve
When you believe
Somehow you will
You will when you believe
Mc:
In this time of fear
When prayer so often proves in vain
Hope seems like the summer birds
Too swiftly flown away
And now I am standing here
My hearts so full I cant explain
Seeking faith and speaking words
I never thought Id say
There can be miracles
When you believe
(wh: when you believe)
Though hope is frail
Its hard to kill
Who know what miraclea
You can achieve
(wh: you can achieve)
When you believe
Somehow you will
You will when you believe
Both:
They dont always happen when you ask
And its easy to give in to your fear
Ohhhhh
But when youre blinded by your pain
Cant see you way safe through the rain
Thought of a still resilient voice
Says love is very near
There can be miracles
(wh: miracles)
When you believe
(wh: when you believe)
Though hope is frail
Its hard to kill
Who know what miracles
You can achieve
(wh: you can achieve)
When you believe
Somehow you will
(wh: somehow somehow somehow)
You will when you believe
You will when you believe
You will when you believe
You will when you believe
Just believe
You will when you
Believe
song performed by by Mariah Carey
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Frail & Bedazzled
So
Now listen here
I wanna be
Oh so clear
I lost my soul
Lost Ill stay
Between your hands
And my beliefs
And here I am
Frail
Frail and bedazzled from all the glare
Tug
At my sleeve
My little girl
Supermaid
She dont know
That I have
Stole my smile
From a cheshire cat
And all I wanted
Was to be a man
Since I gave up
I feel free
I feel free
I feel free
I feel free
Two of us
Thats dangerous
Its all inside our heads
Givin in for nothin less
Leavin me for him
Try to understand
The ones I love
And their demands
Its so unfair
When they cant see
That Im the boy
Who really needs
Their love
I suppose
Frail and bedazzled from all the
Frail and bedazzled from all the
Frail and bedazzled from all the glare
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins
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By Loe Pool
The pool glitters, the fishes leap in the sun
With joyous fins, and dive in the pool again;
I see the corn in sheaves, and the harvestmen,
And the cows coming down to the water one by one.
Dragon-flies mailed in lapis and malachite
Flash through the bending reeds and blaze on the pool;
Sea-ward, where trees cluster, the shadow is cool;
I hear a singing, where the sea is, out of sight;
It is noontide, and the fishes leap in the pool.
poem by Arthur Symons
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