Interior Portrait
You don't survive in me
because of memories;
nor are you mine because
of a lovely longing's strength.
What does make you present
is the ardent detour
that a slow tenderness
traces in my blood.
I do not need
to see you appear;
being born sufficed for me
to lose you a little less.
Translated by A. Poulin
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Growing Old
In some summers there is so much fruit,
the peasants decide not to reap any more.
Not having reaped you, oh my days,
my nights, have I let the slow flames
of your lovely produce fall into ashes?
My nights, my days, you have borne so much!
All your branches have retained the gesture
of that long labor you are rising from:
my days, my nights. Oh my rustic friends!
I look for what was so good for you.
Oh my lovely, half-dead trees,
could some equal sweetness still
stroke your leaves, open your calyx?
Ah, no more fruit! But one last time
bloom in fruitless blossoming
without planning, without reckoning,
as useless as the powers of millenia.
Translated by A. Poulin
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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What Survives
Who says that all must vanish?
Who knows, perhaps the flight
of the bird you wound remains,
and perhaps flowers survive
caresses in us, in their ground.
It isn't the gesture that lasts,
but it dresses you again in gold
armor --from breast to knees--
and the battle was so pure
an Angel wears it after you.
Translated by A. Poulin
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Past-Present-Future
They spend no time together
Yet they're relatively linked
These three birds of a feather
Who march through time in sync
Present is right now
Past is just before it
Future rightly vows
Nothing will detour it
The past flies by too fast
It's movement so incessant
And with a final gasp
Bestows on us the present
The past is understood
When at present we look back
Most memories are good
But some do sadly lack
For the time that's yet to be
The future, as it's known
Let's prepare it present-ly
With good memories all it's own
poem by Stanley Cooper
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Music
Take me by the hand;
it's so easy for you, Angel,
for you are the road
even while being immobile.
You see, I'm scared no one
here will look for me again;
I couldn't make use of
whatever was given,
so they abandoned me.
At first the solitude
charmed me like a prelude,
but so much music wounded me.
Translated by A. Poulin
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Traces (Life Poem)
Traces of memories we leave in verse,
Which capture moments in time, that
Become invisible, once they are gone.
Traces of what we are and do and can do,
In our life from the day we are born, until
We die, a summation of hopes and fears.
Traces are the sticky air between, hope
Fulfilled and the fears conquered, while
Life flows slowly towards an endless sea.
poem by Ian Beckett
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The Wait
It is life in slow motion,
it's the heart in reverse,
it's a hope-and-a-half:
too much and too little at once.
It's a train that suddenly
stops with no station around,
and we can hear the cricket,
and, leaning out the carriage
door, we vainly contemplate
a wind we feel that stirs
the blooming meadows, the meadows
made imaginary by this stop.
Translated by A. Poulin
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Ah My Sweet Sweet Heart
Wherever you are please stay like you always were
Ah that beauty smile may always shines throughout your world
As long as your memories are here ill never want more
Those lovely eyes will always guide my roads to God's roads
Ah my beloved I would never blame you yet if I could give you my eyes I won't say no
may the distances nor the time make you forget about my love
As long as I have even a little bit place there in your heart
As long as the memories of your and mine
When you and I were crazy in love
As long as those memories are respected
As long as my memories are there
There in your sweet sweet heart that I still adore
I can survive all the difficulties of life.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Water Lily
My whole life is mine, but whoever says so
will deprive me, for it is infinite.
The ripple of water, the shade of the sky
are mine; it is still the same, my life.
No desire opens me: I am full,
I never close myself with refusal-
in the rythm of my daily soul
I do not desire-I am moved;
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real:
into my body at the bottom of the water
I attract the beyonds of mirrors...
Translated by A. Poulin
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Born To Lose
Wonder if you belong, think youve got it down
Does it still feel the same, now that hes not around
Born to lose, born to lose, make your mind up no fooling round
Now that I know, I could never be, I would never be the only one.
Wonder how it all began, as if that mattered anyway
Theres someone else youre always wanting, every single day
Born to lose, born to lose, make your mind up no fooling round,
Now that I know, I could never be, I would never be the only one.
* instrumental -
Born to lose, born to lose, make your mind up no fooling round
Now that I know, I could never be, I would never be the only one.
song performed by by Ufo
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Unknown 2
if we're lucky
we're given a warning,
if not
there's the sudden horror,
the wrench of being torn apart.
of being reminded that nothing's permanent,
not even the ones we love,
the ones our lives revolve around.
life's a fragile affair.
we're all standing on the edge of a cliff,
a dizzying cliff so high,
we can't see the bottom.
one by one we lose those we love most,
into the dark ravine.
so we must cherish them without reservation.
now.
today.
this minute.
we'll lose them or they'll lose us someday.
this is certan.
there's no time for arguing.
their loss will leave a great pit in our hearts.
a pit we struggle to avoid during the day and into at night.
some, unable to accept a life without them jump into that pit spiritually or physiaclly; hoping to find them there.
and some survive,
the shock,
the denial,
the bargaining,
the barren empty aching,
the unanswered prayers,
the sleepless nights when their breath is crushed under the weight of silence and all that it means.
some somehow survive all that and, like a flower after a storm, they slowly begin to remember the one they lost in a different way...
the laughter,
the irrepressable spirit,
the generous heart,
the way their smile made them feel,
the encouragement they gave even as their own dreams were dying.
and in time,
they fill the pit with other memories,
the only memories that matter.
we'll still cry.
we'll always cry;
but with loving reflaction
more than hopless longing.
that's how we survive.
that's how the story should end.
that's how they'd want it to be.
poem by Theresa Goertz
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Deep In Your Heart
I do know lifes been hard for you my love
Well take it slow and let our feelings grow
Day by day I feel Im getting closer to you
Come with me, wont let you slip away
Deep in your heart you are longing for love
I know you want me too
Deep in your heart you are longing for love
Thats all I want from you
Deep in your heart you are longing for love
You feel the way I do
Deep in your heart you are longing for love
And I keep longing to be with you
To survive you have tried to run from love
Deep down inside you want me in your life
Storm by storm Im breaking down this wall round your heart
I hold on to all your fears are gone
Deep in your heart you are longing for love
I know you want me too
Deep in your heart you are longing for love
Thats all I want from you
Deep in your heart you are longing for love
You feel the way I do
Deep in your heart you are longing for love
And I keep longing to be with you
song performed by by Lasgo
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Love Is The Rage
Woman, if I were a woman I would be man enough to keep you warm
And, boy, if I were a man I would be strong enough to hold you tight
And when I cry, and I'm in the mood I will try to keep from loving you
Love is divine
Love is the rage
Leave me alone
Lovely day
Love is bizarre
Lover be mine
Don't wanna lose ya
Don't wanna lose ya
Love is divine
Love is the rage
Melancholy
Don't wanna go
Lovely time
Lover be mine
Don't wanna lose ya
Lover, if you were my lover would you be kind enough to take no other
Boy, if I were a man, would I be strong enough to practice what I preach?
When your out of reach, I would sigh, and stomp, and prove my speech
Love is divine
Love is the rage
Leave me alone
Lovely day
Love is bizarre
Lover be mine
Don't wanna lose ya
Don't wanna lose ya
Love is divine
Love is the rage
Melancholy
Don't wanna go
Lovely time
Lover be mine
Don't wanna lose ya
song performed by by Erasure
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The Future
The future: time's excuse
to frighten us; too vast
a project, too large a morsel
for the heart's mouth.
Future, who won't wait for you?
Everyone is going there.
It suffices you to deepen
the absence that we are.
Translated by A. Poulin
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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oh yes, Mr. Shaun, the Bible was not written in English
The Gospel of Christ and, in general,
the Holy Bible are written with the inspiration of God.
The Prophets and the Apostles
have recorded in written form
a portion of the oral teaching of the Old Testament
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
in Hebrew and Aramaic as well as the New Testament in Greek.
These are the original languages of the Holy Bible from' which all the translations have been derived. God's inspiration is confined to the original languages and utterances, not the many translations. There are 1,300 languages and dialects into which the Holy Bible, in its entirety or in portions, has been
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This does not mean that the translations do not convey the meaning of the Bible for spiritual uprightness of the readers in their own language. On the contrary the Bible should be spread and preached to 'all nations'. The missionaries in foreign lands learn the language or the dialect of. the new area into which they bring the Bible and other religious teachings. For example, the missionaries from Constantinople, Saints Cyril and Methodios, sent to Christianize the Slavic peoples in the 9th century, first translated the Bible and the ritual books into the language of the people.
yes, Mr. Shaun, my friend the Bible was not written in English.IT was written in HEBREW, ARAMAIC, and GREEK....
But i like it written in English too, how i wish it were written in such a
language,
with a sense of class
and fashionable disguise,
for without it, how could i ever understand, God,
oh, my, God!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fire's Reflection
Perhaps it's no more than the fire's reflection
on some piece of gleaming furniture
that the child remembers so much later
like a revelation.
And if in his later life, one day
wounds him like so many others,
it's because he mistook some risk
or other for a promise.
Let's not forget the music, either,
that soon had hauled him
toward absence complicated
by an overflowing heart....
Translated by A. Poulin
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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I Dont Wanna Lose Her
Stock/aitken/waterman
I dont wanna lose her
I dont wanna lose her
They told me that she had found somebody new
But I dont believe it
They said I would soon find out she was untrue
But I just cant see it
Maybe I am wrong to doubt it
And now that I think about it
If ever I lost her love
Id be nothing, nothing without it
I dont wanna lose her, lose that girl
After all that weve been through
I dont wanna lose her, lose that girl of mine
(lose that girl of mine)
I couldnt imagine life without her love
I just couldnt take it
If you wanted to know how well I would get on
I dont think Id make it
Maybe I just dont show her
And now that I think its over
I maybe should shout about it
cos Id be nothing, nothing without it
I dont wanna lose her, lose that girl
After all that weve been through
I dont wanna lose her, lose that girl of mine
(lose that girl of mine)
Im gonna make a new start
And bring her back to my heart
cos what I found out about her
I just cannot live without her
Maybe I just dont show her
And now that I think its over
I maybe should shout about it
cos Id be nothing, nothing without it
(choruses to fade)
song performed by by Rick Astley
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When It Falls, It Falls All Over You
Selling papers on the corner,
I saw a man yesterday.
I asked him if hed wanna
Tell me what made him this way.
He said, when its born, its warm,
Then it gathers strength in lies,
When it falls, it falls all over you.
He used to pick his friends.
They left him in the end.
An easy thing to lose,
The right to pick and choose.
When its born, its warm,
Then it gathers strength in lies,
When it falls, it falls all over you.
He said he left his wife,
The back-bone of his life.
Another came along,
But now I guess shes gone.
When its born, its warm,
Then it gathers strength in lies,
When it falls, it falls all over you.
I think I used to see
That old man on tv,
Can you be the same?
It seems like such a shame.
When its born, its warm,
Then it gathers strength in lies,
When it falls, it falls all over you.
The world he thought he knew,
Has better things to do.
As I went on my way
I thought I heard him say:
When its born, its warm,
Then it gathers strength in lies,
When it falls, it falls all over you.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Restless
when
he's gone never been back again
then i said to world: i will forget him, now and forever
but my heart always favoring the longing for him
she did not fooled me
because i always longing him
in every breath of mine
when
every remembering of yours
are mercy
therefore i believe
therefore make me sure of
you are destiny of mine
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The Longing Is The Heart Of The Poem
THE LONGING IS THE HEART OF THE POEM
The longing is the heart of the poem
The longing for so much
Which will never be again-
The longing to be young again
To love again
In a true and deep way-
The longing for all the times and people
Who are not
And never will be again-
The longing which tells me again and again
How much we lose in merely living
How deep and rich life is
In time and ways and people
Beyond our ever remembering and recollecting fully-
The longing is for so much that is gone
For so much that will never be again-
Life itself is a longing for life itself
And life goes beyond itself in so many ways-
All the longing all my longing
Will never bring it back
even that
which is always here.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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In Old Age Even The Longing Dies
IN OLD AGE EVEN THE LONGING DIES
In Old Age even the Longing dies
Bit by bit-
We lose everything -
Death is the answer
But that too often comes too slowly -
We lose everything
Even the Longing-
Old old old
Life is not a dream.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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