Song. Translated From The Italian
Oh! what is the gain of restless care,
And what is ambitious treasure?
And what are the joys that the modish share,
In their sickly haunts of pleasure?
My husband's repast with delight I spread,
What though 'tis but rustic fare,
May each guardian angel protect his shed,
May contentment and quiet be there.
And may I support my husband's years,
May I soothe his dying pain,
And then may I dry my fast falling tears,
And meet him in Heaven again.
JULY, 1810.
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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(I have tried to pen my husband's feelings when we saw Michael Jackson's wax image in London - his favourite singer - he ran towards it but was shocked to hear the news of MJ's demise.But he was privileged to write his thoughts in the condolence book. I dedicate this poem to MJ on my dear husband Arvind's behalf)
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Did I hear him telling me
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Husband,
last night I dreamt
they cut off your hands and feet.
Husband,
you whispered to me,
Now we are both incomplete.
Husband,
I held all four
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Husband,
I placed each one
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One Angel
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colliding with the speed of sound,
One angel, that shone brighter
than the moon cratered by eternal night,
One angel, with beauty that made all the,
flowers shed there pedals out of jealously,
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hitting every sense of safety into bloom,
One angel, with eyes that ate out
the vision of anything else but them in your sight,
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One angel, that holds onto your soul
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to have a eternal paradise in your soul,
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Husband
Do you realise
That over the
Years, if you
Become dependent
On your husband -
Especially if you
Have a loving and
Caring, lovable
Husband.
You dread
What the world
Would be without
Him, when you
Would never be
Able to see your
Husband.
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