Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

an Eclipse of the Heart, said Princess Haiku



I made a "Night of the Eclipse" to do list at....well where else, "To Do List" and had the idea of posting some old love letters. Anon of course. This is what this lunar eclipse has done for me. I reached far, into buried deep wells of early lovers and remembered....those letters.

Anyone interested? What was your personal and introspective experience of the eclipse?

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

the heart of Rumi is the breath of a Valentine's Day Flower, said Princess Haiku






chrysanthemum,
you left me, my darling
today this unfurling

my soul is red and gold
breath again

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Beauty awakens God/dess said the mysterious Princess Haiku



Moon


Why do I return
again and Again
to your altar.

Resplendent in your reflection,

I discover a mysterious
Solitary Us/twin
goddess Dispersed pearl.

Your real name.
Truth is this; your skin
Your beauty, spirit

Speaks on me- to me.

Moon/ clouded cratered
Lake of mind in her
Gorgeous tristesse



February 3, 2008

Beauty awakens God/dess

Monday, December 03, 2007

love in the poetry of Charles Olson


*****
...flight
(of the bird
o kylix, o
Antony of Padua
sweep low, o bless
the roofs,
*****
love is form, and cannot be without
important substance
*****
But that which matters, that which insists, that which will last,
that! o my people, where shall you find it, how, where, where shall you
listen
when all is become billboards, when, all, even silence, is spray-gunned?
*****
one loves only form,
and form only comes
into existence when
the thing is born

born of yourself,
*****
love is not easy
but how shall you know,
New England, now
that pejorocracy is here,



Olson, Charles.
"I, Maximus of Gloucester, to You." _The Columbia
Granger's World of Poetry._ December 3, 2007.
http://www.columbiagrangers.org.




Biography
Olson, Charles (1910–70)

Charles Olson, American critic and poet, was born in Worcester,
Massachusetts, and received his education at Harvard (B.A., 1932; M.A.,
1933). His literary reputation was established with / Call Me Ishmael /
(1947), a study of the influence of Shakespeare and other writers on
Melville's / Moby Dick./ In the
1950's, he became noted as a poet, a central figure of what is now known
as the Black Mountain School, which also included Robert Creeley, Denise
Levertov, and Robert Duncan. Olson wrote what he called projective
(open) verse, which he believed transmitted energy from the past to the
reader. His works include his lifetime poetry project, /The Maximus
Poems / (1960 and
1968), along with / Causal Mythology / (1969), and / Poetry and Truth /
(1971). His best known poem is "The Kingfishers"
, which opens with
the line "What does not change / is the will to change."


Bibliography:
Clark, Tom. / Charles Olson: The Allegory of a Poet's Life./New York:
Norton, 1991. Merrill, Thomas F. /The Poetry of Charles Olson: A
Primer./Newark: University of Delaware Press, 1982. Olson, Charles. /The
Maximus Poems./Ed. George Butterick. Berkeley: University of California
Press, 1983. ———. /The Collected Poems of Charles Olson, Excluding the
Maximus Poems./ Ed. George Butterick. Berkeley: University of California
Press, 1987. Von Hallberg, Robert. /Charles Olson: The Scholar's
Art./Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1978.


To cite this biography:
Biography of Charles Olson. _The Columbia Granger's World of Poetry._
December 3, 2007. http://www.columbiagrangers.org.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

..fair thou art as moonlight after Rain







Joy is but sorrow
While we know
It ends to-morrow---
Even so!
Joy with lifted veil
Shows a face as pale
As the fair changing moon so fair and frail.

Pain is but pleasure,
If we know
It heaps up treasure:---
Even so!
Turn, transfigured Pain,
Sweetheart, turn again, .
For fair Thou art as moonrise after Rain

Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti was born into an Italian/English family in London in 1830. Her book of poetry, "Goblin Market & Other Poems" was one of the first, great triumphs of the Pre-Raphaelite era. Christina led the cloistered, confined and sad life of many women of her day. If she were alive today we would hope she could dance with joy under the moon at times rather than only leave tears to water night blooming jasmine.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

a dream, said Princess Haiku





"Who know not love from amity,
Nor my reported self from me;
A fair fit gift is this, meseems,
You give--this withering flower of dreams.

"O frankly fickle, and fickly true,
Do you know what the days will do to you?
To your Love and you what the days will do,
O frankly fickle, and fickly true?

"You have loved me, Fair, three lives--or days:
'Twill pass with the passing of my face.
But where I go, your face goes too,
To watch lest I play false to you.

"I am but, my sweet, your foster-lover,
Knowing well when certain years are over
You vanish from me to another;
Yet I know, and love, like the foster-mother.

"So, frankly fickle, and fickly true!
For my brief life--while I take from you
This token, fair and fit, meseems,
For me--this withering flower of dreams."

* * *

The sleep-flower sways in the wheat its head,
Heavy with dreams, as that with bread:
The goodly grain and the sun-flushed sleeper
The reaper reaps, and Time the reaper.

I hang 'mid men my needless head,
And my fruit is dreams, as theirs is bread:
The goodly men and the sun-hazed sleeper
Time shall reap, but after the reaper
The world shall glean of me, me the sleeper!

by Francis Thompson


With appreciation for all of the flowers in my garden:

Japonisme
East Coast Dweller
Get Zapped
Absolute Vanilla
she Who Flies
Jac
Antonia
Marion
dream catcher
kat

Sunday, November 04, 2007

bones of trees, for Moon






Tuesday, October 30, 2007

I dreamed I was in the midnight garden of the Taj Mahal, said Princess Haiku





The white marble tomb of the Taj Mahal stands prominently along the Yamuna riverbank, situated on the northern edge of a classic four-fold Mughal garden built in Agra, India in the 17th century. Although legends of a "Black Taj" across the river had long been dismissed, this research examined the archaeological evidence at the garden opposite the Taj Mahal, known as the Mahtab Bagh or "Moonlight Garden." Working as a collaborative team, we sought to determine the landscape architectural aims, layout, components, and meanings at this historic Mughal garden.

Special thanks to Moonriver who first published a similar post.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

mermaids


It is often presumed that mermaids are singing to humans, but I doubt this. I think their most special songs are for each other. What do you think?

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Magenta Chrysanthemums After Rain

















Once more, once more
into magenta petals of the
chrysanthemum, I dive.

Where is this river that becomes
a mirror, my sea, the flow amidst,
purple flowers drunk with love,

awakening soul?






Princess Haiku expresses deepest appreciation to the flower that awakens beauty and true nature.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

on Camelia Street




I haven't had much free time lately but will be back in full force in a few days. This sign made me think of NowCamille and how great her space is. This flower is for you Camille.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock




T.S. Eliot - The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock


Shall I part my hair behind?

Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.


We live in a world that does not protect or support poets. What would life be like without them?

Even a rose has their secrets



I was musing today about that which is usually hidden.

Train_Man a film by Shosuke Murakami


Train_Man; a film released in 2005 is a next generation, coming of age tale. The story centers around a geek, his laptop, a beauty and one thousand internet "friends" on a real time website called (2ch) offering dating advice. Train_Man was called, "candy-colored and wide-eyed..unusually perceptive.." by the New York Times. It is one of those delightful independent films that should come to a neighborhood near you, but doesn't in lieu of yet one more Hollywood in a violent box thrillers.

This movie will appeal to anyone who has experienced the thrill and rush of first love- and hides a pure, innocent geek or geekess within.

a Shosuke Murakami Film

Monday, May 07, 2007

ghost love


You lose your beloved; discover they never existed except as a ghost of who you are. The dream stirs far memory; rose perfume in rain. Together, you walk across a street unnamed as is this night. Was this a fugue moon?


by Princess Haiku


Fugue
(German - Fuge; Italian - fuga).
A composition, or compositional technique, in which a theme (or themes) is extended and developed mainly by imitative counterpoint.

In the opening section, the 'exposition', the main theme or 'subject' is announced in the tonic. after which the second 'voice' enters with the answer, i.e. the same theme at the dominant (or subdominant) pitch while the first may proceed to a countersubject. This procedure is repeated at different octaves until all the voices have entered and the exposition is complete. An extra statement of the subject or answer following on the exposition is called a 'redundant entry'; a set of such entries is a 'counter-exposition'.

Saturday, May 05, 2007

Musing on Rilke


For one human being to love another: that is the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test of proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.---R.M. Rilke

Crescent Moon from Glastonbury.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

is Beauty a Promise of Happiness







Princess Haiku, wondered. Is beauty really a promise of happiness?
What do you think?


More beauty via this link

Monday, April 23, 2007

Princess Haiku agrees, L'amour est bleu....


I posted this for Chedwick's blue, Monday. Here is Claudine Longet singing "Love is Blue" for you Ched and wishing you a more upbeat day tomorrow.


Princess Haiku listened for Green Tara Was Whispering



I found a copy of a print of Green Tara online, that I once owned. A rush of memories awakened feelings of compassion and hope. More information via

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Thousand Hand Bodhisattavi



I found "Thousand Hand Bodhisattavi" via Blue Tea. It engages the heart and dazzles the eye. "The Thousand-hand Bodhisattva dance. It's performed by 21 deaf girls and boys from China's Disabled Peoples Performing Art Troupe. Relying only on signals from trainers at the four corners of the stage, these extraordinary dancers deliver a visual spectacle that is at once intricate and stirring."



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