Quatre Poemes

 
 
September Day
(Pont de Neuilly)
 
The Seine flows out of the mist and into the mist again;
The trees lean over the water, the small leaves fall like rain.
 
The leaves fall patiently, nothing remembers or grieves:
The river takes to the sea the yellow drift  of the leaves.
 
Milky and cold is the air, the leaves float with the stream,
The river comes out of a sleep and goes away in a dream.
 
Those Who Love
 
Those who love the most, do not talk of their love,
Francesca, Guinevere, Deirdre, Iseult, Heloise,
In the fragrant gardens of heaven are silent, or speak if at all
Of fragile, inconsequent things.
 
And a woman I used to know who loved one man from her youth,
Against the strength of the fates fighting in somber pride,
Never spoke of this thing, but hearing his name by chance,
A light would pass over her face.
 
 
 
Fontainebleau
 
Interminable  palaces  front  on t he  green  parterres,
And  ghost  of  ladies  lovely  and  immoral
Glide  down  the  gilded  stairs,
The  high  cold  corridors  are  clicking  with  the  heel  taps
That  long  ago  were theirs.
 
But  in  the  sunshine , in  th e vagu e autumn  sunshine,
The  geometric  gardens  are  desolately gay:
The  crimson  and  scarlet  an d rose-red  dahlias
Are  painted  like  the  ladies  who  used t o  pass  this  way.
With  a  ringletted  monarch, a  Henry  or  a  Louis  on  a  lost  October  day.
 
The  aisles  of  the  garden  lead  into  the  forest,
The  aisles  lead  into  autumn,  a  damp  wind  grieves,
Ghostly  kings  are  hunting,  the  boar  breaks  cover,
But  the  sounds  of  horse  and  horn  are  hushed  in  falling  leaves,
Four  centuries  of  autumns,  four  centuries  of  leaves.
 
The above three poems were written by Sarah Teasdale
from "Dark Side of the Moon"
 
 
Eloisa to Abelard
(aka Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind – in part)
written by Alexander Pope circa 1717
 
Fill my fond heart with God alone, for he alone can rival, can succeed to thee.
How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot;
The world forgetting, by the world forgot:
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind,
Each prayer accepted, and each wish resigned
Labor and rest that equal periods keep
Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep; Desire composed, affections ever even:
Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heaven.
Grace shines around her with serenest beams,
And whispering angels prompt her golden dreams.
For her th’unfading rose of Eden blooms,
And wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes;
For her the spouse prepares the bridal ring;
For her white virgins hymneals sing;
To sounds of heavenly harps she dies away,
And melts in visions of eternal day.
Far other dreams my erring soul employ,
Far other raptures of unholy joy.
When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day,
Fancy restores what vengeance snatched away.
Then conscience sleeps, and leaving nature free,
All my loose soul unbounded springs to thee.
 
Who loves ya? The Castle Lady
 
 
 
 
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One Response to Quatre Poemes

  1. Evelyn says:

    All the Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind movie buffs will love to see this expansion. I suggest you read the entire poem which gives the entire story of Eloise and Abelard, not too different from Tristan and Isolde! BTW  Iseult=Isolde  FYI

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