POEM DAD LEARNED BY HEART

Pas de commentaire

NOTE: Yesterday in the evening, I had a small talk with my dad. It was fun as usual. But then, something popped up within his memory! He told me about a poem his English teacher had him learn by heart during his first year of high school. I asked what it was all about and his answer dazzled me: Love! A poem about love! A love poem! Well, this was more than enough to trigger in me the desire to know the name of the author. Thanks to Bing, just a few little clicks later on my keyboard, I had that poem right in front of my eyes. What a surprise! What amazement! After reading a few lines of it, I loved it… and knew I could not spend the night without having it published on my web page. I very well knew that Dad read very little of Poetry during his youth… but now I know that when he does read it, he reads poems of an exquisite taste! If truth be told, trust me, this could be the perfect Valentine’s day poem provided that you find the guts to send a romantic note — backed up with at least a dozen roses — to your lover: She deserves it… It’s passionate… It’s sweet… Maybe, I should learn it by heart too… Maybe you should do the same… These intimate words seem fallen from heaven!

THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE

Shepherd loveCome live with me and be my love,

And we will all the pleasures prove

That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, 

Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon rocks,

Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,

By shallow rivers to whose falls

Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses

And a thousand fragrant poises,

A cap of flowers, and a kirtle

Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool

Which from our pretty lambs we pull;

Fair lined slippers for the cold,

With buckles of the purest gold;


A belt of straw and ivy buds,

With coral clasps and amber studs;

And if these pleasures may thee move,

Come live with me, and be my love.


The shepherds’ swains shall dance and sing

For thy delight each May morning:

If these delights thy mind may move,

Then live with me and be my love.

Christopher Marlowe

1599

Publicités

Laisser un commentaire

Choisissez une méthode de connexion pour poster votre commentaire:

Logo WordPress.com

Vous commentez à l'aide de votre compte WordPress.com. Déconnexion /  Changer )

Photo Google+

Vous commentez à l'aide de votre compte Google+. Déconnexion /  Changer )

Image Twitter

Vous commentez à l'aide de votre compte Twitter. Déconnexion /  Changer )

Photo Facebook

Vous commentez à l'aide de votre compte Facebook. Déconnexion /  Changer )

w

Connexion à %s