I feel as lit by fire a cold countenance
That burns me from afar and keeps itself ice-chill;
A strength I feel two shapely arms to fill
Which without motion moves every balance.
Unique spirit and my minds sole tendance,
Who is undying yet others seeks to kill,
I find one binds my heart, unbound his will,
And for who gladdens only I feel grievance.
How can it be, lord, that a face so lovely
Should work on mine in contrary fashion,
For who has no ill can hardly others harm?
To the glad life that's taken from me,
It behaves, save you forbid it, like the sun,
It heats the world and yet itself's not warm.
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The emotion and thought that went into this work is remarkable. Truly the sign of a skilled and experienced poet. I congratulate you on such fine craftsmenship of words.
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This has such depth and reaches into your soul. There is such emotion here. So much thought put into so few words.
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Wow! This is such a beautiful writing!........ such great detail and thought!
~bball
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great reflection of emotion and inner thought. certainly has more feeling than your other poems. great write. you are definitley one of my favourate writers
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Damn, I wish I knew who did the translation for this...considering the use of the word countenance it may have been a victorian translation....I'd love to read the original in Italian just to get a better feel for the rhythm and diction of the poem...truly embodies some great ideals. Note to self: find the Italian/Latin version...
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This is an awesome poem! I can't wait to read more of his work!
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that is amazing poem....so much thought and character....very good write.
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I especially like the last line, it heats the world and yet itself's not warm. This is so true; the sun is very removed from our everyday life but at the same time it warms the entire planet. Nice.
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Beautiful and stunning....bookmarking this definitely!
It has depth and feeling!
Sin, tamarack1pines
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