Poem of the Day!

**Ophelia** · 07-21-2008, 11:55 AM

"A Birthday" My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot:
My heart is like an apple tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickest fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and proegrantes,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleur-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
By Christina G. Rossetti (1830-94).

**MissyO** · 07-23-2008, 10:09 PM

Oooh, great idea.

**Ophelia** · 07-23-2008, 11:55 PM

Sara Teasdale

I Am Not Yours
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love, put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

**Plastic Flute** · 07-24-2008, 11:54 AM

Author: Uknown

Inka Binka
Bottle of Inka
The Cork Fell Out
And You Do Stinka
Not Because Your Dirty
Not Because Your Clean
Just Because You Kissed A Boy
Behind A Magazine.

**Ophelia** · 07-24-2008, 07:59 PM

Pablo Neruda - I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

**Ophelia** · 07-25-2008, 11:01 AM

^ I want someone to write some chit like that to me. Someone who looks like Josh Hartnett would be fantastic.

**MissyO** · 07-25-2008, 10:30 PM

Meh. Love hate relationships aren't as much fun as they look like from what you read on the box.

**Ophelia** · 07-28-2008, 12:45 AM

Bike Ride with Older Boys

Laura Kasischke

The one I didn't go on.
I was thirteen,
and they were older.
I'd met them at the public pool. I must
have given them my number. I'm sure
I'd given them my number,
knowing the girl I was. . .
It was summer. My afternoons
were made of time and vinyl.
My mother worked,
but I had a bike. They wanted
to go for a ride.
Just me and them. I said
okay fine, I'd
meet them at the Stop-n-Go
at four o'clock.
And then I didn't show.
I have been given a little gift—
something sweet
and inexpensive, something
I never worked or asked or said
thank you for, most
days not aware
of what I have been given, or what I missed—
because it's that, too, isn't it?
I never saw those boys again.
I'm not as dumb
as they think I am
but neither am I wise. Perhaps
it is the best
afternoon of my life. Two
cute and older boys
pedaling beside me—respectful, awed. When we
turn down my street, the other girls see me ...
Everything as I imagined it would be.
Or, I am in a vacant field. When I
stand up again, there are bits of glass and gravel
ground into my knees.
I will never love myself again.
Who knew then
that someday I would be
thirty-seven, wiping
crumbs off the kitchen table with a sponge, remembering
them, thinking
of this—
those boys still waiting
outside the Stop-n-Go, smoking
cigarettes, growing older.

from Dance and Disappear, 2002
University of Massachusetts Press, Amherst, MA
Copyright 2002 by Laura Kasischke.

Cat · 08-27-2008, 06:38 PM

This hasn't been done in a while so I'm just going to do it.

This is Sonnet 75 by Edmund Spenser. I read this for school and I love it. So here you go:

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
Vain man, said she, that doest in vain assay
A mortal thing so to immortalize,
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eek my name be wiped out likewise.
Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:
My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens write your glorious name.
Where whenas Death shall all the world subdue,
Out love shall live, and later life renew.

**Ophelia** · 08-27-2008, 09:38 PM

Awesome. Thanks cat! Miss you round here!

**MissyO** · 08-28-2008, 06:48 AM

WElcome back Cat! Where you been?

Cat · 08-28-2008, 06:07 PM

Aww, thanks guys

I've been super busy with work and school, so I've hardly even had time to sleep lately.

07-21-2008, 11:55 AM	#1 (permalink)
Ophelia JOHO Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: Joshtopia Posts: 7,245 My Profile	Poem of the Day! "A Birthday" My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot: My heart is like an apple tree Whose boughs are bent with thickest fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me. Raise me a dais of silk and down; Hang it with vair and purple dyes; Carve it in doves and proegrantes, And peacocks with a hundred eyes; Work it in gold and silver grapes, In leaves and silver fleur-de-lys; Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me. By Christina G. Rossetti (1830-94).

07-23-2008, 10:09 PM	#2 (permalink)
MissyO Perennially Disgruntled Join Date: Jun 2006 Location: Sydney Posts: 4,201 My Profile	Oooh, great idea.

07-23-2008, 11:55 PM	#3 (permalink)
Ophelia JOHO Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: Joshtopia Posts: 7,245 My Profile	Sara Teasdale I Am Not Yours I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost as a light is lost in light. Oh plunge me deep in love, put out My senses, leave me deaf and blind, Swept by the tempest of your love, A taper in a rushing wind.

07-24-2008, 11:54 AM	#4 (permalink)
Plastic Flute ICHiBAN HoOT Join Date: May 2006 Location: New Jersey Posts: 13,837 My Profile	Author: Uknown Inka Binka Bottle of Inka The Cork Fell Out And You Do Stinka Not Because Your Dirty Not Because Your Clean Just Because You Kissed A Boy Behind A Magazine.

07-24-2008, 07:59 PM	#5 (permalink)
Ophelia JOHO Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: Joshtopia Posts: 7,245 My Profile	Pablo Neruda - I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly. Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel Ray, stealing my key to true calm. In this part of the story I am the one who Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

07-25-2008, 11:01 AM	#6 (permalink)
Ophelia JOHO Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: Joshtopia Posts: 7,245 My Profile	^ I want someone to write some chit like that to me. Someone who looks like Josh Hartnett would be fantastic.

07-25-2008, 10:30 PM	#7 (permalink)
MissyO Perennially Disgruntled Join Date: Jun 2006 Location: Sydney Posts: 4,201 My Profile	Meh. Love hate relationships aren't as much fun as they look like from what you read on the box.

07-28-2008, 12:45 AM	#8 (permalink)
Ophelia JOHO Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: Joshtopia Posts: 7,245 My Profile	Bike Ride with Older Boys Laura Kasischke The one I didn't go on. I was thirteen, and they were older. I'd met them at the public pool. I must have given them my number. I'm sure I'd given them my number, knowing the girl I was. . . It was summer. My afternoons were made of time and vinyl. My mother worked, but I had a bike. They wanted to go for a ride. Just me and them. I said okay fine, I'd meet them at the Stop-n-Go at four o'clock. And then I didn't show. I have been given a little gift— something sweet and inexpensive, something I never worked or asked or said thank you for, most days not aware of what I have been given, or what I missed— because it's that, too, isn't it? I never saw those boys again. I'm not as dumb as they think I am but neither am I wise. Perhaps it is the best afternoon of my life. Two cute and older boys pedaling beside me—respectful, awed. When we turn down my street, the other girls see me ... Everything as I imagined it would be. Or, I am in a vacant field. When I stand up again, there are bits of glass and gravel ground into my knees. I will never love myself again. Who knew then that someday I would be thirty-seven, wiping crumbs off the kitchen table with a sponge, remembering them, thinking of this— those boys still waiting outside the Stop-n-Go, smoking cigarettes, growing older. from Dance and Disappear, 2002 University of Massachusetts Press, Amherst, MA Copyright 2002 by Laura Kasischke.

08-27-2008, 06:38 PM	#9 (permalink)
Cat Bloomin' crazy Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: Norway Posts: 1,979 My Profile	This hasn't been done in a while so I'm just going to do it. This is Sonnet 75 by Edmund Spenser. I read this for school and I love it. So here you go: One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. Vain man, said she, that doest in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalize, For I myself shall like to this decay, And eek my name be wiped out likewise. Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise To die in dust, but you shall live by fame: My verse your virtues rare shall eternize, And in the heavens write your glorious name. Where whenas Death shall all the world subdue, Out love shall live, and later life renew.

08-27-2008, 09:38 PM	#10 (permalink)
Ophelia JOHO Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: Joshtopia Posts: 7,245 My Profile	Awesome. Thanks cat! Miss you round here!

08-28-2008, 06:48 AM	#11 (permalink)
MissyO Perennially Disgruntled Join Date: Jun 2006 Location: Sydney Posts: 4,201 My Profile	WElcome back Cat! Where you been?

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08-28-2008, 06:07 PM	#12 (permalink)
Cat Bloomin' crazy Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: Norway Posts: 1,979 My Profile	Aww, thanks guys I've been super busy with work and school, so I've hardly even had time to sleep lately.