The Pity of Love etc.
The Pity of Love
By William Butler Yeats
A PITY beyond all telling
Is hid in the heart of love:
The folk who are buying and selling,
The clouds on their journey above,
The cold, wet winds ever blowing,
And the shadowy hazel grove
Where mouse-grey waters are flowing
Threaten the head that I love
By Janice M Pickett – a poem about the former poem
Love is a moment in time
its future unseen
its pleasure for the present
Love grows only when
the soil like a bed of roses
is tended and kept fertilised
continually with a gentle hand
Who knows if love new will become love old
The future changes rapidly
Each day brings something unexpected
Love is an unknown commodity
The future of love is indeed
beyond telling
Love is something to encompass
Enjoyed and explored for the moment
It cannot be planned nor tamed
It explodes from nowhere
lashing out its claws and grabbing
you when least expected
But it can let go just as fast
Slapping you in the face with a vicious blow
Love is Love
It is you
it is me
it is everyone
at some time or other
Is it now?
Only you know the answer!
“Science is the study of what you can voice, explain and understand. Poetry is for things you never will. Indeed, the poet is not as important as the feeling his poem stirs in you.” – Tian Booyens
“Our thoughts don't hold value to God. We do.” – Tian Booyens
By William Butler Yeats
A PITY beyond all telling
Is hid in the heart of love:
The folk who are buying and selling,
The clouds on their journey above,
The cold, wet winds ever blowing,
And the shadowy hazel grove
Where mouse-grey waters are flowing
Threaten the head that I love
By Janice M Pickett – a poem about the former poem
Love is a moment in time
its future unseen
its pleasure for the present
Love grows only when
the soil like a bed of roses
is tended and kept fertilised
continually with a gentle hand
Who knows if love new will become love old
The future changes rapidly
Each day brings something unexpected
Love is an unknown commodity
The future of love is indeed
beyond telling
Love is something to encompass
Enjoyed and explored for the moment
It cannot be planned nor tamed
It explodes from nowhere
lashing out its claws and grabbing
you when least expected
But it can let go just as fast
Slapping you in the face with a vicious blow
Love is Love
It is you
it is me
it is everyone
at some time or other
Is it now?
Only you know the answer!
“Science is the study of what you can voice, explain and understand. Poetry is for things you never will. Indeed, the poet is not as important as the feeling his poem stirs in you.” – Tian Booyens
“Our thoughts don't hold value to God. We do.” – Tian Booyens
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