~The Dragon Flies' Lair X~

March 10, 2004 | bentfeather, Poets of The Dragon Flies' Lair

[Conspiracy Guy]

Thanks so much. I am excited. Laura Earl is excited.

CG

[snippy_about_it]

My contribution for the start of the tenth thread.


A Woman in Love
Sonnets From the Portuguese
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
XLIII

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

[Soaring Feather]

My most favorite of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnets.

Thank You, snippy. :-)

[snippy_about_it]

Just for you Conspiracy Guy. This was my very first 45. ;-)

[SAMWolf]

We want pictures!! We want pictures!!

[Conspiracy Guy]

There will be pictures

[SAMWolf]

:-)

A poem for the occasion?

[Soaring Feather]

~ Hall and Oates ~ Dream Weaver ~

[Soaring Feather]

Good nite poets

May the sweet aroma of Lily of the Valley
fill your dreams
caress your face
tenderly lull you to sleep
in the safety of knowing love...

~ Dream a Little ~ Love a Lot ~

Today

Should thou lovest me this day
I would be content in today
not ask for tomorrow...
But... live this day only
in splendor of knowing
thou lovest me today...
bentfeather © 04/03/03

bentfeather
Touch the Chariot of Fire

[Conspiracy Guy]

Everything I write about it is too personal and mushy.

CG

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning poets.
Lovely day in my neck of the woods, bright sun and blue sky.

[Colonel_Flagg]

That is most certainly *not* Buck Owens ;)

Good morning!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning Colonel Flagg!!

My goodness, I didn't think we would see you today.

Nah, it was one of his ladies. :-)

[Colonel_Flagg]

This list is getting long .. good morning, all!

He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty
William Butler Yeats

O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes,
The poets labouring all their days
To build a perfect beauty in rhyme
Are overthrown by a woman's gaze
And by the unlabouring brood of the skies:
And therefore my heart will bow, when dew
Is dropping sleep, until God burn time,
Before the unlabouring stars and you.

[Colonel_Flagg]

And it appears congratulations from this member of the peanut gallery are in order!

[Colonel_Flagg]

Where do I sign up?

[Soaring Feather]

He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty
William Butler Yeats

SWOON

Oh that I could write like that. *SIGH*

[Laura Earl]

Thanks! We are very excited. And you have a very cool name-Colonel Flagg was one of my favorite characters!

[Colonel_Flagg]

Me too. I guess that's why Yeats is immortalized and I won't be ;)

[Soaring Feather]

LOL!!!

Ya gotta be a cowboy, Colonel. :-)