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PROSE READINGS
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Commitment
Until one is committed there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative and creation, there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance which no one could have dreamt would have come one's way. Whatever you can do, or dream you can do begin it! Boldness has genius, power and magic in it!
Goethe
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Psalm 1
Blessed are the man and woman who have grown beyond themselves and have seen through their separations. They delight in the way things are and keep their hearts open, day and night. They are like trees planted near flowing rivers, which bear fruit when they are ready. Their leaves will not fall or wither Everything they do will succeed.
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The Song of Songs by Solomon, Chap. 3, verses 9-11
You have captured my heart, my own, my bride, you have captured my heart with one glance of you eyes, with one coil of your necklace. How sweet is your love, my own, my bride! How much more delightful your love than wine, your ointments more fragrant than any spice! Sweetness drops from your lips, O bride; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the scent of your robes is like the scent of Lebanon
The Tanakh (Old Testament)
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To love is good; love being difficult.
For one human to love another:
that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate,
the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but a preparation.
For this reason young people, who are beginners in everything,
cannot yet know love; they have to learn it.
With their whole being, with all their forces, gathered close about their lonely, timid, upward-beating heart,
they must learn to love.
But learning time is always a long, secluded time, and so loving,
for a long while ahead and far on into life, is - solitude,
intensified and deepened aloneness for those who love.
Love is at first not anything that means merging, giving over,
uniting with another, for what would a union be of something unclarified,
unfinished, still subordinate?
It is a high inducement to the individual to ripen,
to become something in himself, to become world,
to become world for herself, for another's sake;
it is a great and exacting claim, something that chooses one out,
calls the lover to vast things...
Rainier Maria Rilke
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Fidelity and love are two different things, like a flower and a gem.
Man and woman are like the earth, that brings forth flowers in summer
and love, but underneath is rock.
Older than flowers, older than ferns, older than plasma altogether
is the soul of the human underneath.
And when, throughout all the wild orgasms of love
slowly a gem forms, in the ancient, once-more-molten rocks,
of two human hearts, two ancient rocks,
a man's heart and a woman's heart;
That is the crystal of peace, the slow, hard jewel of trust,
the sapphire of fidelity.
The gem of mutual peace emerging from the wild chaos of love.
D.H. Lawrence
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Give me your heart, beloved. Give me your hand, my true friend.
With each passing day I grow more fond;
With each passing day, our small portion of love takes its place in the truth of time.
With the years that we have been given,
Let us grow deeply into life so that we may love all the more.
Anonymous
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Love does not consist in gazing at one another.
But in looking outward together in the same direction.
Do not seek perfection in each other.
Do not seek to make the other into your own image,
or to remake yourself into another's image.
What each most truly is will be known by the other.
It is that truth of you which must be loved.
Many things will change, but change is not the enemy of love.
Change is the enemy only of any attempt to possess.
May all that is good and true and beautiful
abide with you now and always.
Anonymous
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Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depths,
love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock
molten, yet dense and permanent.
Go down to your deep old heart, and lose sight of yourself.
And lose sight of me, the me whom you turbulently love.
Let us lose sight of ourselves, and break the mirrors.
For the fierce curve of our lives is moving again to the depths
out of sight, in the deep living heart.
D.H. Lawrence
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A portion of your soul has been entwined with mine.
A gently kind of togetherness, while separate we stand.
As two trees deeply rooted in separate plots of ground,
while their topmost branches come together,
forming a miracle of lace against the heavens.
Anonymous
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Marriage is a commitment to take that joy deep, deeper than happiness,
deep into the discovery of who you most truly are.
It is a commitment to a spiritual journey, to a life of becoming -
in which joy can comprehend despair;
running through rivers of pain into joy again.
Thus marriage is even deeper than commitment.
It is a covenant - a covenant that says:
I love you - I trust you - I will be here for you when you are hurting,
and when I am hurting I will not leave.
It is a covenant intended not to provide haven from pain or anger or sorrow.
Life offers no such haven.
Instead, marriage is intended to provide a sanctuary safe enough to risk loving;
to risk living and sharing from the center of oneself.
This is worth everything.
Anonymous
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The love of God, unutterable and perfect,
flows into a pure soul the way that light
rushes into a transparent object.
The more love that it finds, the more it gives;
so that, as we grow more clear and open,
the more complete the joy of loving is.
And the more souls who resonate together,
the greater the intensity of their love,
for mirror-like, each soul reflects the others.
Dante - Divine Comedy
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Until one is committed there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness.
Concerning all acts of initiative and creation, there is one elementary truth,
the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans:
that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too.
All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred.
A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one?s favor
all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance
which no one could have dreamt would have come one?s way.
I have learned a deep respect for Goethe?s couplet:
?Whatever you can do, or dream you can ? begin it!
Boldness has genius, power and magic in it!?
W.H. Murray
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"Levin was happy, but having embarked on married life, he saw at every step that it was not at all what he had imagined. At every step he experienced what a man experiences when, after admiring the smooth, happy motion of a boat on a lake, he finds himself sitting in it himself. He found that it was not enough to sit quietly without rocking the boat, that he had constantly to consider what to do next, that not for a moment must he forget what course to steer or that there was water under his feet, that he had to row, much as it hurt his unaccustomed hands, that it was pleasant enough to look at it from the shore, but very hard, though very delightful, to sail it." -
Tolstoy
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Tao of Marriage
The deepest intimacy with the beloved becomes possible when we have experienced intimacy with the self. Intimacy with the self means awakening to our true nature. The old Zen stories say about the moments of the Master's enlightenment, "Suddenly he was intimate."
"Go deeper than love," D.H. Lawrence wrote, "for the soul has greater depths." The willingness to go deeper than love itself is a kind of love, a desire to meet the beloved beyond desire, in the darkness where there is no self, no other. For this meeting, a man and a woman must be whole enough in themselves to step out of themselves, into a place of mutual transformation. They are able to surrender everything they know, everything they love, with the abandon that a Master has at the hour of death. Transformation is a death. It is also a birth, and can be as painful as any physical birth. Painful or ecstatic, it requires a fundamental trust. "Into your hands I commit my spirit."
A man and a woman who enter this depth of intimacy find themselves standing in the garden where Adam and Eve stood. All things are possible for them. The ancient Chinese sage Tzu-ssu said, "For the mature person, the Tao begins in the relation between man and woman, and ends in the infinite vastness of the universe." They have traced their love for each other back to the root of love, the radiant non-self, the boddhisattva's serene compassion. Like the wedding ring, it has no beginning, no end.
Stephen Mitchell
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"The meaning of marriage begins in the giving of words. We cannot join ourselves to one another without giving our word. And this must be an unconditional giving, for in joining ourselves to one another we join ourselves to the unknown. We can join one another only by joining the unknown. We must not be misled by the procedures of experimental thought: in life, in the world, we are never given two known results to choose between, but only one result that we choose without knowing what it is.
Marriage rests upon the immutable givens that compose it: words, bodies, characters, histories, places. Some wishes cannot succeed; some victories cannot be won; some loneliness is incorrigible. But here is relief and freedom in knowing what is real; these givens come to us out of the perennial reality of the world, like the terrain we live on. One does not care for this ground to make it a different place, or to make it perfect, but to make it inhabitable and to make it better. To flee from its realities is only to arrive at them unprepared.
Because the condition of marriage is worldly and its meaning communal, no one party to it can be solely in charge. What you alone think it ought to be, it is not going to be. Where you alone think you want it to go, it is not going to go. It is going where the two of you- and marriage, time, life, history, and the world - will take it. You do not know the road; you have committed your life to a way."
Anonymous
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When you love someone, you do not love them all the time in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility, it is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity, in freedom. In the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass, but partners in the same pattern.
The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting as it is now. For relationships, too, must be like islands, one must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits – islands, surrounded and interrupted by the sea, and continually visited and abandoned by the tides. One must accept the security of the winged life, of the ebb and flow of intermittency.
By Anne Morrow Linberg from Gift From The Sea
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A good relationship has a pattern like a dance and is
built on some of the same rules. The partners do not
need to hold on tightly because they move confidently
in the same pattern, intricate but gay and swift and
free, like a country dance of Mozart's. To touch
heavily would be to arrest the pattern and freeze the
movement, to check the endlessly changing beauty of
its unfolding. There is no place here for the
possessive clutch, the clinging arm, the heavy hand;
only the barest touch in passing.
Now arm in arm, now face to face, now back to back- it
does not matter which. Because they know they are
partners moving to the same rhythm, creating a pattern
together, and being invisibly nourished by it. When
the partners each love so completely that they have
forgotten to ask themselves whether or not they are
loved in return: when they each only know that they
love and are moving to its music- then, and then only,
are two people able to dance perfectly in tune to the
same rhythm.
Anne Morrow Lindburgh
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Why Marriage? by Mari Nichols
Because to the depths of me, I long to love one person,
With all my heart, my soul, my mind, my body...
Because I need a forever friend to trust with the intimacies of me,
Who won't hold them against me,
Who loves me when I'm unlikable,
Who sees the small child in me, and
Who looks for the divine potential of me...
Because I need to cuddle in the warmth of the night
With someone who thanks God for me,
With someone I feel blessed to hold...
Because marriage means opportunity
To grow in love in friendship...
Because marriage is a discipline
To be added to a list of achievements...
Because marriages do not fail, people fail
When they enter into marriage
Expecting another to make them whole...
Because, knowing this,
I promise myself to take full responsibility
For my spiritual, mental and physical wholeness
I create me,
I take half of the responsibility for my marriage
Together we create our marriage...
Because with this understanding
The possibilities are limitless.
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The Directions of Love
These are the directions of love: The sacred east ~ where the flaming sun arises
Let your love be a light and inspiration to yourselves and to the world
May all your mornings be blessed with love.
The sacred south ~ where the earth offers her abundance
Let your love support our planting and harvesting,
both as individuals and as a couple
May all your days be blessed with love.
The sacred west ~ where the noble sun sets
Let your love be a comfort to all your disappointments,
a mirror to all your hopes
May all your nights be blessed with love.
The sacred north ~ where the soul's compass finds its home
Let your love be a guide to your passions and powers
and your progress in the world
May all your years be blessed with love.
These are the sacred directions of love -
may you be held within their center -
Now and for the rest of your life together.
RD Armstrong, 1997
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Pagan Reading
Bride: I am woman, cherish me -I give life to all things.
It is I who bring bounty, - From the green things in the fields
To the wild creature in the forest. - I am light and laughter,
I am Brigid, mother of all
Groom: I am man, respect me - I bring death to all things.
It is I who am the reaper, - I am the lord of the Hunt
And lord of the fields. - I lead the dead to the Summerland,
I am Dagda, father of All.
Minister: Love and honor them - Together they are life and death,
Darkness and light, - Joy and sorrow, - Order and Chaos.
They are summer and winter, Spring and fall.
They are growth and decay, Youth and age,
Night and day, Female and male.
Wherever one walks, The other will be not far behind.
This is the way of things.
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The little prince said to me, Tonight, it will be a whole year. My star can then be found right above the place where I landed on Earth, a year ago. If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. All the stars are like flowers blooming in the sky. There is a flower on that star. . .I think she has tamed me. One only understands the things that one tames. In herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of other flowers:. Because she is MY flower." It is the time I have wasted for my flower that makes her so important. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. I am responsible for my flower on my star. . . "Where I live everything is so small that I cannot show you exactly where my star is. It is better that way. My star will be just one of the stars for you. So you will love looking at all the stars in the heavens. They will all be your friends." He laughed again. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye." "Most people have forgotten this truth, but you must not forget it."
From the Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery
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The Buddhist Scriptures
The Buddha's sermon at Rajagaha; verses 19-22
19 "Do not deceive, do not despise each other anywhere. Do not be angry nor bear secret resentments; for as a mother will risk her life and watches over her child, so boundless be your love to all, so tender, kind and mild.
20 Cherish good will right and left, early and late, and without hindrance, without stint, be free of hate and envy, while standing and walking and sitting down, what ever you have in mind, the rule of life that is always best is to be loving-kind.
21 Gifts are great, founding temples is meritorious, meditations and religious exercises pacify the heart,comprehension of the truth leads to Nirvana, but greater than all is lovingkindness.
22 As the light of the moon is 16 times stronger than the light of all the stars, so lovingkindness is 16 times more efficacious in liberating the heart than all other religious accomplishments taken together."
From" The Gospel of the Buddha" Paul Carus, 1915, Open court Publishing source:"The Mahavagga" Sacred books of the East. Oxford, 1881-82
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A Wedding Reading from The Hindu scriptures -
The Brihadaranyaka Upanishad, selected verses
A wife loves her husband not for his own sake, dear one, but because the Divine Beloved lives in him. A Husband loves his wife not for her own sake, dear one, but because the Divine Beloved lives in her. Children are loved not for their own sake, dear one, but because the Divine Beloved lives in them... All things are loved not for their own sake, but because the Divine Beloved lives in them. The Divine Beloved must be realized. Hearing about and meditating upon the Divine Beloved, you will come to understand everything in life...
As long as there is the sense of separateness, one sees another as separate from oneself... But when the Divine Beloved is realized as the indivisible unity of life, who can be seen by whom... who can be spoken to by whom, who can be thought of by whom, who can be known by whom?
Translated by Eknath Easwaran, Nilgiri Press, 1987
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Oath of Friendship - from the Chinese Tradition
I want to be your friend
For ever and ever without break or decay.
When the hills are all flat
And the rivers are all dry,
When it lightens and thunders in winter,
When it rains and snows in summer,
When Heaven and Earth mingle
Not til then will I part from you.
Anon., China, 1st Century B
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Marriage is a commitment to life, the best that two people can find and bring out in each other. It offers opportunities for sharing and growth that no other relationship can equal. It is a physical and an emotional joining that is promised for a lifetime.
Within the circle of its love, marriage encompasses all of life's most important relationships. A wife and a husband are each other's best friend, confidant, lover, teacher, listener, and critic. And there may come times when one partner is heartbroken or ailing, and the love of the other may resemble the tender caring of a parent for a child.
Marriage deepens and enriches every facet of life. Happiness is fuller, memories are fresher, commitment is stronger, even anger is felt more strongly, and passes away more quickly.
Marriage understands and forgives the mistakes life is unable to avoid. It encourages and nurtures new life, new experiences, and new ways of expressing a love that is deeper than life.
When two people pledge their love and care for each other in marriage, they create a spirit unique unto themselves which binds them closer than any spoken or written words. Marriage is a promise, a potential made in the hearts of two people who love each other and takes a lifetime to fulfill.
Marriage Joins Two People In The Circle Of Its Love
Edmund O'Neill (b.1929)
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Sonnet XVII
I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
- Pablo Neruda
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Had I the heavens? embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W.B. Yeats
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i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and
whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) i fear
not fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud)
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher
than soul can hope of mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
e.e. cummings
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love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail
it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea
love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive
it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky
- e.e.cummings
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(While you and i have lips and voices which
are for kissing and to sing with
who cares if some oneeyed son of a bitch
invents an instrument to measure
Spring with?...
e.e. cummings
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since feeling is first
who pays attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
- the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other; then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
e.e. cummings
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Not even the rain
somewhere i have never traveled,
gladly beyond any experience,
your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me,
i and my life will shut very beautifully,
suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world
equals the power of your intense fragility:
whose texture compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;
only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
e.e.cummings
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Song of the Open Road
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
strong and content I travel the open road.
I inhale great draughts of space,
The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.
I am larger, better than I thought,
I did not know I held so much goodness.
Comrade, I give you my hand!
I give you my love more precious than money,
I give you myself before preaching or law;
Will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?
Walt Whitman
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Love Poem by Rumi
"Lo, I am with you always" means
when you look for God
God is in the look of your eyes,
In the thought of looking,
Nearer to you than your self,
Or things that have happened to you.
The Moon
The full moon is inside of you.
There's no need to go outside.
A fig grows in the silence -
Let your speech become that fruit.
I need a mouth as wide as the sky
To say the nature of a True Person -
Language as large as longing.
The body is only a device
To calculate the astronomy of the spirit.
The truth is - God is speaking through this body.
Say yes -
Say, YES.
Jelaludin Rumi
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The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you,
not knowing how blind that was.
Lovers don?t finally meet somewhere - They?re in each other all along!
Jelaludin Rumi
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You bound strong sandals on my feet,
You gave me bread and wine,
And sent me under sun and stars
For all the world was mine.
Oh, take the sandals off my feet,
You know not what you do;
For all the world is in your arms
My sun and stars are you.
Sara Teasdale
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
Oh, no! It is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
William Shakespeare
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A Man & A Woman
A man and a woman sit near each other
and they do not long, at this moment
to be older, or younger, nor born in any other nation
or time or place.
They are content to be where they are,
talking or not talking.
Their breaths together feed someone whom we do not know.
The man sees the way his fingers move;
he sees her hands close around a book she hands to him.
They obey a third body that they share in common.
They have made a promise to love that body.
Age may come, parting may come, death will come.
A Man and a woman sit near each other;
as they breathe they feed someone we do not know,
someone we know of, whom we have never seen.
Robert Bly
(from Loving a Woman in Two Worlds)
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The Two of You
Don't run anymore. Quiet. How softly it rains
on the roofs of the city. How perfect
All things are. Now, for the two of you
Waking up in a royal bed by a garret window.
For a man and a woman. For one plant divided
Into masculine and feminine which longed for each other.
Yes, this is my gift to you. Above ashes
On a bitter, bitter earth. Above the subterranean
Echo of clamorings and vows. So that now at dawn
A hand with a comb, two faces in a mirror
Are forever once, even if unremembered,
So that you watch what is, though it fades away,
And are grateful every moment for your being.
Let that little park with the greenish marble busts
In the pearl-gray light, under a summer drizzle,
Remain as it was when you opened the gate.
And the street of tall peeling porticos
Which this love of yours suddenly transformed.
Czeslaw Milosz
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And now you’re mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
and you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.
No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,
we will go together, over the waters of time.
No one else will travel through the shadows with me,
only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.
Your hands have already opened their delicate fists
and let their soft drifting signs drop away;
your eyes closed like two gray wings, and I move
after, following the folding water you carry, that caries
me away. The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny.
Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all.
Pablo Neruda
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The Confirmation
Yes, yours, my love, is the right human face.
I in my mind had waited for this long,
Seeing the false and searching for the true,
Then found you as a traveller finds a place
Of welcome suddenly amid the wrong
Valleys and rocks and twisting roads. But you,
What shall I call you? A fountain in a waste,
A well of water in a country dry,
Or anything that's honest and good, an eye
That makes the whole world bright. Your open heart,
Simple with giving, gives the primal deed,
The first good world, the blossom, the blowing seed,
The hearth, the steadfast land, the wandering sea.
Not beautiful or rare in every part.
But like yourself, as they were meant to be.
By Edwin Muir
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Chaucerian Chant
When in October the sweet showers fall
And pierce the clouds of autumn and all
The veins are bathed in liquor of such power
As brings the engendering of the winter flower,
And the soul seeks its solace in long hermitage
Then do good folk long to go on pilgrimage!
And wanderers go to seek the stranger strands
Of far-off manors in sundry lands,
And specially, from every town and city's end
By the shores of Michigan westward they wend
To see the happy marriage pair
To wish them well and feastings share.
And in my part as festive friar
To weave the vows and lead the choir
Of family and friends and wishers well
To _______ and ______ and the story they tell.
So listen now, to the tale of lovers true
And may its blessings bring home to you
The memories of all love that you have known Love,
the greatest of all treasures to own.
(RD Armstrong with apologies to Chaucer!)
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Oh My Love
Oh my love for the first time in my life
my eyes are wide open.
Oh my lover for the first time in my life
my eyes can see.
I see the wind
Oh I see the trees,
Everything is clear in my heart.
I see the clouds
Oh I see the sky
Everything is clear in our world.
Oh, my love for the first time in my life
my mind is wide open.
Oh my lover for the first time in my life
my mind can feel.
I feel sorrow
Oh I feel dreams
Everything is clear in my heart.
I feel life
Oh I feel love
Everything is clear in our world.
By John Lennon & Yoko Ono
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