Poetry and Poets: September 2003 Archives

Erik's Favorite Demonic Poet

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Categorizing posts from previous months, I came upon, this excerpt from Comus that I felt I would bring to your attention again, particularly as Erik has expressed such a fondness for Milton.

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A Necessary Repeat

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It has been some time since I last posted this. I was reminded of it by a forthcoming event at work and thought that I'd bring it to everyone's attention again.

For a wedding shower for a colleague we were called upon to decorate large sheets with quotes from children about love. The quote I chose was a gem--
"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you meant it, you should say it a lot. People forget."

I don't do decoration--just don't do it. My artistic ability is nil--even my stick figures look anemic. When called upon to do these things my choice of decoration is always words (because normally one can't include music--and for a wedding, I really don't know what music I would choose). So the poem below are the words I chose to decorate my poster. And this was the introductory couplet I appended to it, a wish I extend to all of those who are married in St. Blog's:

May your lives be such that his holds ever true
from you to him and from him to you.

To My Dear And Loving Husband Anne Bradstreet

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompetence.
Thy love is such I can no way repay.
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persever
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

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A Blockquote Test

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A little decadent, a little beautiful, a little memento mori.
Ah! my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears
To-day of past Regrets and future Fears
To-morrow?--Why, To-morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.
More, perhaps later. After the storm and after the Carmelite meeting.
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