Posted by Sara Emeli Amber on Thursday, July 25, 2013,
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British
Except from Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2
Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt my love.
O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers. I have not art to reckon my groans, but that I love thee best, oh, most best, believe it. Adieu.
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Posted by Sara Emeli Amber on Tuesday, January 8, 2013,
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British
Loving Tenderness AboundsLoving tenderness abounds for all From the darkest To the most eminent one beyond the stars, Exquisitely loving all She bequeaths the kiss of peace Upon the ultimate king. Continue reading ...
Posted by Sara Emeli Amber on Friday, December 14, 2012,
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The Child Compassion Unwelcome child Compassion come Into my heart As to the womb, How heavilyIt laboureth In anguish to Bring thee to birth, O puny babeWith thy frail cry Too weak to live Too strong to die. Unwilling motherI confessed Do suckly thee Upon my breast Continue reading ...
Posted by Sara Emeli Amber on Friday, December 14, 2012,
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Spirit, Silken Thread Spirit, silken thread, Lightly wind Through the fingers Of my soul She is blind. . . . I Take Thee, LifeI take thee, Life, Because I need, A wanton love My flesh to feed. But still my soulInsatiate Cries out, cries out For its true mate. Continue reading ...
Posted by Sara Emeli Amber on Friday, December 14, 2012,
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British
Love Song Though to think Rejoiceth me, Love I will Not think of Thee, Though thy heart'smy resting place Yet I will Not seek embrace, Not till soulHas shed her pain Will I come To Thee again. And then whenMy heart is free I will give It back to thee. Continue reading ...
Posted by Sara Emeli Amber on Friday, December 14, 2012,
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British
NightingalesBeautiful must be the mountains whence ye come, And bright the fruitful valleys and streams, from whence Ye learn your song: Where are those starry woods? O might I wander there, Among the flowers, which in that heavenly air Bloom the year long! Nay, barren are those mountains and spent those streams: Our song is the voice of desire, that haunts our dreams, A throe of the heart, Whose pining visions dim, forbidden hopes profound, No dying cadence nor long sigh can sound, For al... Continue reading ...
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This Blog
This is a sampling of some poets whom I have come to know and love. If you find something you like, look up the poet and do some research. I don't like typing up the really long stuff, so if you don't look them up, you might miss their best stuff! Anyway, enjoy my poetry addiction!
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