This Must be the Place (Naive Melody)
Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I come home - I'm born with a weak heart
I guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Lets make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the clouds
I'm ok I know nothing's wrong.
Hi ho
I got plenty of time
Hi ho
you got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up and say goodnight . . . say
goodnight
Home - its where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home - you lifted up your wings
I guess that this must be the place
Because I can't tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time, before we were born
If someone asks, this is where I'll be.
Hi ho
We drift in and out
Hi ho
sing into my mouth
Out of all those kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I am just an animal looking for a home
To share the same space for a minute or
two
Will you love me till my heart stops
Will you love me till I'm dead
You got eyes that light up, eyes that look
through
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head
Say Goodnight
Say Goodnight
Say Goodnight
When I'm Sixty-four
When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door.
Will you still need me, will you still
feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
You'll be older too,
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday morning go for a ride.
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more.
Will you still need me, will you still
feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.
You'll be older too,
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.
Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore.
Will you still need me, will you still
feed me
When I'm sixty-four.
Love
Sonnet XVII
by
Pablo Neruda
No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego;
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.
Te amo como la planta que no florece y
lleva dentro de si, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que ascendis de la tierra.
Te amo sin saber como, ni cuando, ni de donde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo;
asi te amo porque no si amar de otra manera,
sino asi de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mia,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueno.
Love
Sonnet XVII
by
Pablo Neruda
I
don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or
arrow of carnations that propagate fire;
I
love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly,
between the shadow and the soul.
I
love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden
within itself the light of those flowers,
and
thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives
the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.
I
love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I
love you simply, without problems or pride;
I
love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving,
but
this, in which there is no I or you,
so
intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so
intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
Tu
Risa
(Your
Laughter)
by
Pablo Neruda
Take
away my bread if you will,
take
the air that I breathe
but
leave me your laughter.
Deprive
me not of the rose,
the
stream which exudes,
this
water so quickly
shoots
forth your happiness,
the
sudden wave
in
which you were born to this earth.
My
struggle is harsh and often
I
return home with weary eyes
for
I have seen the world
which
does not change,
yet
no sooner do I enter,
than
your laughter rises to heaven
seeking
me
and
it opens for me all
the
doors of life.
Next
to the sea in autumn,
your
laughter will raise
its
foamy cascade,
and
in the spring, love,
I
love your laughter like
the
flower I am waiting for,
the
blue flower, the rose
of
my echoing country.
Laugh
at the night,
the
day, the moon.
But
when I open
and
close my eyes,
when
my steps leave,
when
my steps return,
deny
me the bread, the air,
the
light, the spring,
but
never your laughter,
for
then I would die.
from
Love Song
by
Rainer Maria Rilke
Everything
that touches us, me and you,
takes
us together like a violin's bow,
which
draws one voice out of two separate strings.
Upon
what instrument are we two spanned?
And
what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh
sweetest song.
from
Letters to a Young Poet
Rainer
Maria Rilke
For
one human being to love another human being: that is perhaps the most difficult
task that has been entrusted to us, the ultimate task, the final test and
proof, the work for which all other work is merely preparation. Loving does not at first mean merging,
surrendering, and uniting with another person - it is a high inducement for the
individual to ripen, to become something in himself for the sake of another
person; it is a great and demanding claim on him, something that chooses him
and calls him to vast distances.
Once
the realization is accepted that even between the closest people infinite
distances exist, a marvelous living side-by-side can grow up for them, if they
succeed in loving the expanse between them, which gives them the possibility of
always seeing each other as a whole and before an immense sky.
Ancient
Egyptian Poem
This
love is as good
as
oil and honey to the throat,
as
linen to the body,
as
fine garments to the gods,
as
incense to worshippers
when
they enter in,
as
the little seal-ring to my finger.
It
is like a ripe pear
in
a man's hand,
it
is like the dates
we
mix with beer,
it
is like the seeds
the
baker adds to bread.
We
will be together
even
when old age comes.
And
the days in between
will
be food set before us,
dates
and honey,
bread
and beer.
Now
Touch the Air Softly
William
Jay Smith
Now
touch the air softly,
Step
gently. One, two...
I'll
love you till roses
Are
robin's-egg blue;
I'll
love you till gravel
Is
eaten for bread,
And
lemons are orange,
And
lavender's red.
Now
touch the air softly,
Swing
gently the broom.
I'll
love you till windows
Are
all of a room;
And
the table is laid,
And
the table is bare,
And
the ceiling reposes
On
bottomless air.
I'll
love you till Heaven
Rips
the stars from his coat,
And
the Moon rows away in
A
glass-bottomed boat;
And
Orion steps down
Like
a diver below,
And
Earth is ablaze,
And
Ocean aglow.
So
touch the air softly,
And
swing the broom high.
We
will dust the gray mountains,
And
sweep the blue sky;
An
I'll love you as long
As
the furrow the plow,
As
However is Ever,
And
Ever is Now.
The
Minute I Heard My First Love Story
Rumi
The
minute I heard my first love story
I
started looking for you, not knowing
how
blind that was.
Lovers
don't finally meet somewhere.
They're
in each other all along.
Apache
Song
Now
you will feel no rain,
for
each of you will be a shelter to the other.
Now
you will feel no cold,
for
each of you will be warmth to the other.
Now
there is no loneliness for you;
now
there is no more loneliness.
Now
you are two bodies,
but
there is only one life before you.
Go
now to your dwelling place,
to
enter into your days together.
And
may your days be good
and
long on the earth.
Ring
Ceremony
Rings
are an ancient symbol, blessed and simple.
Round
like the sun, like the eye, like arms that embrace.
Circles,
for love that is given comes back round again and again.
Therefore,
may these symbols remind you that
your
love, like the sun, shines;
that
your love, like the eye, must see clearly;
and that your love, like arms that embrace, is a grace upon this world.