There are so many... but there is a general current of poetry that, through the ages, attempts to express that inexplicable restlessness of one's soul, when in fact, as "beasts of bone and blood" we should apparently be as self-satisfied as fowls in the air or fishes in the deep. This little anonymous poem of the 13th or 14th century says it best:
i want to share with you this poem named alone by edgar allan poe From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone.
Dear paulo coelho and readers, I liked to share one of my favourite poems with you all it's a sufi poem, I love sufi poetry I found it so pure and so true. I hope you'll love it too. Four elements within your nature is every element, so listen to some sage advice: you are demon and wild beast and angel and human. Whatever you cultivate, that you will be Baba Af delkashani
Esta poesia de el gran Antonio Machado me trae recuerdos de mi infancia, siempre que estoy triste la leo y me ayuda mucho, un beso grande querido Paulo:)
CAMPOS DE SORIA I Es la tierra de Soria árida y fría.
Por las colinas y las sierras calvas,
verdes pradillos, cerros cenicientos,
la primavera pasa
dejando entre las hierbas olorosas
sus diminutas margaritas blancas. La tierra no revive, el campo sueña.
hmm i ve not read so many poems but if would pick one that would be "the little mute boy " by frederico garcia lorca i have it in my profile if you would like to see it (and it 's in english)
Tantos poemas... y tantos de Federico Garcia Lorca, entre ellos: CASIDA DE LAS PALOMAS OSCURAS Por las ramas del laurel vi dos palomas oscuras. La una era el sol, la otra la luna. «Vecinitas», les dije, «¿dónde está mi sepultura?» «En mi cola», dijo el sol. «En mi garganta», dijo la luna. Y yo que estaba caminando con la tierra por la cintura vi dos águilas de nieve y una muchacha desnuda... [y sigue...]
I can't share my favourite of someone elses, it's too long. John Donne 'The Ecstacy'. I don't know if you accept attachment of videos, but if you do I'll put a couple there too. One of someone elses and one of mine, if that's not too egotistical.
Mine would have to be "Nocturno a Rosario by Manuel Acuna
it's way too long to post it though.
subreg123 7 months ago
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
VisionGrindTv 7 months ago
There are so many... but there is a general current of poetry that, through the ages, attempts to express that inexplicable restlessness of one's soul, when in fact, as "beasts of bone and blood" we should apparently be as self-satisfied as fowls in the air or fishes in the deep. This little anonymous poem of the 13th or 14th century says it best:
Fowels in the frith,
The fisses in the flod,
And i mon wax wod.
Much sorw I walke with
for beste of bon and blod.
["wax wod" = "grow mad"]
middleoftheway 2 years ago
"In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood"
Pablo Neruda
abmars20 2 years ago 2
i want to share with you this poem named alone by edgar allan poe From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone.
NocturnePerson 2 years ago
dorileona 2 years ago
A Poem
by Nichita Stãnescu
Tell me, if I caught you one day
and kissed the sole of your foot,
wouldn't you limp a little then,
afraid to crush my kiss?...
klaula 2 years ago 2
Menos mal no esmagado ,repetitivo e fabricado espaço psi , do indivíduo no mundo superpovoado: Antes Paulo Coelho que Adolf Hitler.
miguelmouta 2 years ago
Arte poetica-Jorge Luis Borgues!
rosec20 2 years ago
La poesia es más larga pero aqui no cabe:D
prinele 2 years ago
Esta poesia de el gran Antonio Machado me trae recuerdos de mi infancia, siempre que estoy triste la leo y me ayuda mucho, un beso grande querido Paulo:)
CAMPOS DE SORIA I Es la tierra de Soria árida y fría.
Por las colinas y las sierras calvas,
verdes pradillos, cerros cenicientos,
la primavera pasa
dejando entre las hierbas olorosas
sus diminutas margaritas blancas. La tierra no revive, el campo sueña.
prinele 2 years ago
قصيده اغنيه المطر للسياب
coco1982627 2 years ago
hmm i ve not read so many poems but if would pick one that would be "the little mute boy " by frederico garcia lorca i have it in my profile if you would like to see it (and it 's in english)
RESTLINXXX 2 years ago
SonidoLapizlazuli 2 years ago
Estimado Sr. Coelho, ya publiqué uno de mis poemas favoritos en su blog, se llama "Mi inspiración eres tú"
Muchas bendiciones,
con cariño desde Peru
Ana Ninapaytan
aninapaytan66 2 years ago
Doy fé que es preciosa;)
prinele 2 years ago
Muchas gracias querida Piar por tus lindas palabras!!!
Que tengas un bello día lleno de alegría y bendiciones!!!
Con todo mi cariño,
tu amiga que te quiere mucho,
Anita
aninapaytan66 2 years ago
I think my favourite poem would have to be The Lotos Eater by Lord Alfred Tennyson.
hernameisdaphne 2 years ago
I'm really uncomfortable sharing my favourite poem. Because I feel emotionally attached to it.
But my favourite poem is "Coded Language" by Saul Williams.
shasaki2 2 years ago
I can't share my favourite of someone elses, it's too long. John Donne 'The Ecstacy'. I don't know if you accept attachment of videos, but if you do I'll put a couple there too. One of someone elses and one of mine, if that's not too egotistical.
Loreleila 2 years ago