Love Deferred

I love how dense and rich poetry is. 

I love that it can make you feel and think.

I love how it can turn even the most horrific subject, into something hauntingly beautiful. 

I just love it. 

One of my poems is on teen ink's website. You should check it out. Really.

Do you have any favorite poems/poets? 

-emily 

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

(photo by moi)

somewhere i have never travelled, 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 will easily 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 

I first heard this poem in my American Literature class and ever since I have loved it. There is something about poetry that compels me unlike any other type of writing. Poetry can evoke such imagery and wonder. On any account, I'm going to try writing poetry more consistently. Care to join me?

- Emily

You're Beautiful

I see Your face in every sunrise
The colors of the morning are inside Your eyes
The world awakens in the light of the day
I look up to the sky and say
You’re beautiful

I see Your power in the moonlit night
Where planets are in motion and galaxies are bright
We are amazed in the light of the stars
It’s all proclaiming who You are
You’re beautiful, You're beautiful

I see you there hanging on a tree
You bled and then you died and then you rose again for me
Now you are sitting on Your heavenly throne
Soon we will be coming home
You’re beautiful, you're beautiful

When we arrive at eternity’s shore
Where death is just a memory and tears are no more
We’ll enter in as the wedding bells ring
Your bride will come together and we’ll sing
You’re beautiful, You're beautiful, You're beautiful

I see Your face, You're beautiful, You're beautiful, You're beautiful


- Phil Wickham 


This song is beautiful! The lyrics are so poetic and powerful! I need to be more consistent in taking time to praise our beautiful savior. 

"The world's a huge stockpile of God-wonders and God-thoughts. Nothing and no one comes close to you! I start talking about you, telling what I know, and quickly run out of words. Neither numbers nor words account for you."

- Psalm 40:5 (The Message)

P.S. In case you want to actually hear the song, here it is: 







-Emily

It is the star to every wandering bark

Sonnet 116 

William Shakespeare 

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:

O 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.

This is my favorite of Shakespeare's sonnets. It beautifully describes what love is and what it is not. How it is never shaken, but bears it out even to the edge of doom! I hope you all have a lovely Valentine's Day! Love! 

-Emily

(photo taken from flicker) 

The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken

By Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

I'm memorizing this poem for my American Literature class. I hope somewhere ages and ages hence, I will be able to say, "I took the road less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."

- Emily

Photo taken by moi

Great Books

This week I have been sick. At first it was just a sore throat and headache, then it progressed to congestion and now has turned into pink eye. Let me tell you, it is not fun. But on a better note, I have been surrounded by wonderful books, due to my family's excessive book buying habits. Here is one of my  favorites from this week:

A Ring of Endless Light by Madeline L'Engle

In this book I discovered some poems by other authors, such as this one by Sir Thomas Browne

If thou could'st empty all thyself of self, 
Like to a shell dishabited,
Then might He find thee on the ocean shelf, 
And say, "This is not dead,"
And fill thee with Himself instead.

But thou are all replete with very thou
And hast such shrewd activity,
That when He comes He says, "This is enow
Unto itself - 'twere better let it be,
It is so small and full, there is no room for me."

And this by Henry Vaughn

 I saw Eternity the other night


Like a great Ring of pure and endless light,


          All calm as it was bright ;


And round beneath it, Time, in hours, days, years . . .  

  

Madeline L'Engle is one of my favorite authors and I asked for several of her books for Christmas... which is coming up WAY too soon. I still need to buy presents for pretty much everyone on my list... yay. 

 

Also, I really really want to watch the movie Amelie. 

 

Have a great weekend!

 

 - Abigail