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I am a sculptor, a molder of form.
In every moment I shape an idol.
But then, in front of you, I melt them down
I can rouse a hundred forms
and fill them with spirit,
but when I look into your face,
I want to throw them in the fire.
My souls spills into yours and is blended.
Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance,
I cherish it.
Every drop of blood I spill
informs the earth,
I merge with my Beloved
when I participate in love.
In this house of mud and water,
my heart has fallen to ruins.
Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave.

~Rumi

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This is Love: to fly heavenward,
To rend, every instant, a hundred veils.
The first moment, to renounce life;
The last step, to fare without feet.
To regard this world as invisible,
Not to see what appears to one’s self.
O heart, I said, may it bless thee
To have entered the circle of lovers,
To look beyond the range of the eye,
To penetrate the windings of the bosom!
Whence did this breath come to thee, O my soul,
Whence this throbbing, O my heart?

~Rumi

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A new period drama based on the life of John Keats and his romance with Fanny Brawne. I still haven’t seen this one even though it’s been released since the middle of September last year. It seems like it will be a great movie to watch and I bet many teenage girls will start googling for poems by John Keats.

Has anyone seen this one? If so, what did you think of it?

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I like it when you’re quiet, It’s as is you weren’t here now,
and you heard me froma distance, and my voice couldn’t reach you.
It’s as if your eyes had flown away from you, and as if
your mouth were closed because I leaned to kiss you.

Just as all living things are filled with my soul,
you emerge from all living things filled with the soul of me.
It’s as if, a butterfly in dreams, you were my soul,
and as if you were the soul’s word, melancholy.

I like it when you are quiet. It’s as if you’d gone away now.
And you’d become the keening, the butterfly’s insistence.
And you heard me from a distance and my voice didn’t reach you:
it’s then that what I want is to be quiet with your silence.

It’s then that what I want is to speak to your silence
in a speech as clear as lamplight, as plain as a gold ring.
You are quiet like the night, and like the night you’re star-lit.
Your silences are star-like, they’re a distant and a simple thing.

I like it when you’re quiet. It’s as if you weren’t here now.
As if you were dead now, and sorrowful, and distant.
A word then is sufficient, or a smile, to make me happy,
Happy that it seems so certain that you’re present.

~Pablo Neruda

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I want to breathe you in

I’m not talking about perfume or even the sweet odour of your skin

But of the air itself

I want to share your air inhaling what you exhale

I’d like to be that close

Two of us breathing each other as one as that.

~ James Laughlin

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Who are you that I
like this
quite confidently
speak my name
with you
put my housekey
in your hands
share the loaf of my happiness
with you
sit next to you
and in your lap
like this
tranquil
fall asleep?

Who are you that I
like this wholeheartedly
in the countries of my dreams
linger with you?

~Ahmad Shamlu

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