Brown Eyes
That haunt me everywhere I go
Whatever I do, I can’t forget the depth of those pair of eyes
Staring, screening, glaring and accusing me
I learnt to forgive myself
And forget
But the passion and the depth of those eyes
Take away my sleep
And I have lost my peace
But alas those Brown Eyes chase my heart
Is this Nemesis-I ask my maker
And as always there is no answer
The Vast blankness stares back at me
And I wait for for peace
But peace is hard to come by
The pair of Brown Eyes stare back at me....
Screening, glaring and accusing me
Monday, December 04, 2006
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Mirabeau Bridge
My Fav poem from graduation Days
Mirabeau Bridge
Translated by Richard Wilbur
Under the Mirabeau Bridge there flows the Seine
Must I recall
Our loves recall how then
After each sorrow joy came back again
Let night come on bells end the day
The days go by me still I stay
Hands joined and face to face let's stay just so
While underneath
The bridge of our arms shall go
Weary of endless looks the river's flow
Let night come on bells end the day
The days go by me still I stay
All love goes by as water to the sea
All love goes by
How slow life seems to me
How violent the hope of love can be
Let night come on bells end the day
The days go by me still I stay
The days the weeks pass by beyond our ken
Neither time past
Nor love comes back again
Under the Mirabeau Bridge there flows the Seine
Let night come on bells end the day
The days go by me still I stay
Mirabeau Bridge
Translated by Richard Wilbur
Under the Mirabeau Bridge there flows the Seine
Must I recall
Our loves recall how then
After each sorrow joy came back again
Let night come on bells end the day
The days go by me still I stay
Hands joined and face to face let's stay just so
While underneath
The bridge of our arms shall go
Weary of endless looks the river's flow
Let night come on bells end the day
The days go by me still I stay
All love goes by as water to the sea
All love goes by
How slow life seems to me
How violent the hope of love can be
Let night come on bells end the day
The days go by me still I stay
The days the weeks pass by beyond our ken
Neither time past
Nor love comes back again
Under the Mirabeau Bridge there flows the Seine
Let night come on bells end the day
The days go by me still I stay
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