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Jul. 1st, 2005 | 08:51 pm
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posted by: arnematia in magic_of_words

Hey all -smiles-

I'm new here, just this minute joined. I discovered this community on my travels around LJ land and decided i would like to become a member here. I enjoy writing my own short stories and poetry, that's when my muse isn't being fickle -smiles-

While i'm here i would like to share a poem with you from one of my favourite poets, Emily Bronte, if that's ok.

Stars

Ah! why, because the dazzling sun
Restored our Earth to joy,
Have you departed, every one,
And left a desert sky?

All through the night, your glorious eyes
Were gazing down in mine,
And, with a full heart's thankful sighs,
I blessed that watch divine.

I was at peace, and drank your beams
As they were life to me;
And revelled in my changeful dreams,
Like petrel on the sea.

Thought followed thought, star followed star,
Through boundless regions, on;
While one sweet influence, near and far,
Thrilled through, and proved us one!

Why did the morning dawn to break
So great, so pure, a spell;
And scorch with fire the tranquil cheek,
Where your cool radiance fell?

Blood-red, he rose, and, arrow-straight,
His fierce beams struck my brow;
The soul of nature sprang, elate,
But mine sank sad and low!

My lids closed down, yet through their veil
I saw him, blazing, still,
And steep in gold the misty dale,
And flash upon the hill.

I turned me to the pillow, then,
To call back night, and see
Your worlds of solemn light, again,
Throb with my heart, and me!

It would not do--the pillow glowed,
And glowed both roof and floor;
And birds sang loudly in the wood,
And fresh winds shook the door;

The curtains waved, the wakened flies
Were murmuring round my room,
Imprisoned there, till I should rise,
And give them leave to roam.

Oh, stars, and dreams, and gentle night;
Oh, night and stars, return!
And hide me from the hostile light
That does not warm, but burn;

That drains the blood of suffering men;
Drinks tears, instead of dew;
Let me sleep through his blinding reign,
And only wake with you!
~Emily Bronte 1818-1848

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~*♥~angels_heart27~♥*~

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from: angels_heart27
date: Jul. 2nd, 2005 02:26 am (UTC)
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Hello & welcome, so glad you found us:D!!!
I have to say that was truly amazing, can you send me a link to to a web site that may contain more of ~Emily Bronte's Poetry??? ~:~D

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from: arnematia
date: Jul. 2nd, 2005 09:57 am (UTC)
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Hello ~smiles~

Thanks for the welcome, i'm happy to be here and i'm glad you liked the poem. Here's a link that contains a good deal of Emily's poetry, hope you enjoy ~smiles~

http://www.online-literature.com/bronte

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from: angels_heart27
date: Jul. 2nd, 2005 03:41 pm (UTC)
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Y.W
Thank you for the link! Much appreciated!!! :D

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from: arnematia
date: Jul. 2nd, 2005 03:55 pm (UTC)
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No problem ~smiles~

I've taken a quick look at your profile and i can see we have a few similar interests, do you mind if i add you ? I'm always looking for new LJ friends ~smiles~

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from: angels_heart27
date: Jul. 3rd, 2005 03:46 am (UTC)
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Of course you can & I will add you back as well!
Thanks
*:D*

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from: arnematia
date: Jul. 3rd, 2005 03:39 pm (UTC)
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Thanks, i've now added you ~smiles~

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from: angels_heart27
date: Jul. 4th, 2005 05:24 am (UTC)
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Thank you! I have added you back!!! :D

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from: kofeekat
date: Jul. 2nd, 2005 01:33 pm (UTC)
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Morning athletes
for Gloria Nardin Watts

Most mornings we go running side by side
two women in mid-lives jogging, awkward
in our baggy improvisations, two
bundles of rejects from the thrift shop.
Men in their zippy outfits run in packs
on the road where we park, meet
like lovers on the wood's edge and walk
sedately around the corner out of sight
to our own hardened clay road, High Toss.

Slowly we shuffle, serious, panting
but talking as we trot, our old honorable
wounds in knee and back and ankle paining
us, short, fleshy, dark haired, Italian
and Jew, with our full breasts carefully
confined. We are rich earthy cooks
both of us and the flesh we are working
off was put on with grave pleasure. We
appreciate each other's cooking, each
other's art, photographer and poet, jogging
in the chill and wet and green, in the blaze
of young sun, talking over our work,
our plans, our men, our ideas, watching
each other like a pot that might boil dry
for that sign of too harsh fatigue.

It is not the running I love, thump
thump with my leaden feet that only
infrequently are winged and prancing,
but the light that glints off the cattails
as the wind furrows them, the rum cherries
reddening leaf and fruit, the way the pines
blacken the sunlight on their bristles,
the hawk flapping three times, then floating
low over beige grasses,
and your company
as we trot, two friendly dogs leaving
tracks in the sand. The geese call
on the river wandering lost in sedges
and we talk and pant, pant and talk
in the morning early and busy together.

Marge Piercy is one of my favourite poets

I cant figure out how to actually post my own posts here, so I use your posts..






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from: arnematia
date: Jul. 2nd, 2005 03:56 pm (UTC)
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I enjoyed reading that, thanks for sharing ~smiles~

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from: lilacdeaddoll
date: Jul. 2nd, 2005 03:39 pm (UTC)
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thanks for sharing it's beautiful:)
I love this emily too;)
though my fav is still Emily Dickinson:)
blessed be and be welcome****
glitters and lilac flowers***

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from: arnematia
date: Jul. 2nd, 2005 03:59 pm (UTC)
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Your welcome ~smiles~

I'm very happy i stumbled across this community ~smiles~

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