Sweet Saturday...Poetry...

Sweet Saturdays is all about blogging about something sweet in our lives…it could be art,illustrations, food, a recipe or a sweet photo….or a sweet find in your favorite shop.

I’m really glad I came across this because I could use a little something sweet in my life right now. I did a post yesterday that involved food, so I’m going to choose something else…

O…and in case you’re wondering…I realize I’m a day late on this…better late than never tho right?!?

A lot of times when life is kinda kicking my ass I like to read poetry…it makes me feel better. Here are two of my favorite poets…and poems…

i like my body

by e.e. cummings

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh… And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new.

i carry your heart with me

by e.e. cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

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Love and Harmony

Love and harmony combine,
And round our souls entwine
While thy branches mix with mine,
And our roots together join.

Joys upon our branches sit,
Chirping loud and singing sweet;
Like gentle streams beneath our feet
Innocence and virtue meet.

Thou the golden fruit dost bear,
I am clad in flowers fair;
Thy sweet boughs perfume the air,
And the turtle buildeth there.

There she sits and feeds her young,
Sweet I hear her mournful song;
And thy lovely leaves among,
There is love, I hear his tongue.

There his charming nest doth lay,
There he sleeps the night away;
There he sports along the day,
And doth among our branches play.

William Blake

THE TYGER (from Songs Of Experience)

By William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

Poetry is nourishment for the soul!

Tamie Xo

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8 thoughts on “Sweet Saturday…Poetry…”

Neda says:

August 19, 2012 at 9:16 am

I love this so much.

Tamie says:

August 19, 2012 at 9:19 am

Thanks Neda…me too

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Melissa Yaffie says:

August 19, 2012 at 9:24 am

Beautiful! Exactly what I needed today

Tamie says:

August 19, 2012 at 9:25 am

Thanks! I’m thinking about making it a weekly feature, so I’m glad to hear you enjoyed it. Xo

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ChocoMG2112 says:

August 19, 2012 at 9:33 am

This was great. Such good good stuff. **happy sigh**

Candie says:

August 19, 2012 at 9:43 am

2 of my fav poets, too! Thanks! Sweetest sounds yesterday: a quiet house (rare, anymore), the “pop” of canned marinara cooling; hubby saying, “Come back to bed” – blissful day!