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when you borned the people laugh and you cried, live your live for when you will die all can cry and you can laugh
Come to me in my dreams, and thenBy day I shall be well again!For so the night will more than payThe hopeless longing of the day.
Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,A messenger from radiant climes,And smile on thy new world, and beAs kind to others as to me!
Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,Come now, and let me dream it truth,And part my hair, and kiss my brow,And say, My love why sufferest thou?
It's written in an Old English. A lot of famous poems are written in Old English. It was written a long time ago by Mathew Arnold. It's called Longing.
I dont want live in the world with you
you finally love me girl.......
the singer of this song is Enrique
but i cant understand all of the song!
sorry ,I dont want to live in the world with out you
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake.The only other sound's the sweepOf easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.
video of the author reciting the poem --> http://www.poetryfoundation.org/features/video/18
Love After LoveBy Derek Walcott
The time will come when, with elationyou will greet yourself arriving at your own door,in your own mirror and each will smile at the other's welcome,and say, sit here.Eat.You will love again the stranger who was your self.Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heartto itself, to the stranger who has loved youall your life, whom you ignoredfor another, who knows you by heart.Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,the photographs, the desperate notes,peel your own image from the mirror.Sit. Feast on your life.
My favorite poem is Khalil Gibran's poem. Because he told about love.
I like this one.i don't know who is the writer.
Do Not Wait...
Don't wait for a smile to be nice.
Don't wait to be loved,to love.
Don't wait to be lonely,to recognize the value of a friend.
Don't wait for the best job,to begin to work.
Don't wait to have a lot,to share a bit.
Don't wait for the fall,to remember the advice.
Don't wait for pain,to believe in prayer.
Don't wait to have time,to be able to serve.
Don't wait for anybody else pain,to ask for apologies.
neither separation to make it up.
Because you don't know how long it will take...
If freckles were lovely, and day was night,And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie,Life would be delight,—But things couldn’t go rightFor in such a sad plightI wouldn’t be I.
If earth was heaven and now was hence,And past was present, and false was true,There might be some senseBut I’d be in suspenseFor on such a pretenseYou wouldn’t be you.
If fear was plucky, and globes were square,And dirt was cleanly and tears were gleeThings would seem fair,—Yet they’d all despair,For if here was thereWe wouldn’t be we.