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Love is a fire that burns unseen, a wound that aches yet isn’t felt, an always discontent contentment, a pain that rages without hurting, a longing for nothing but to long, a loneliness in the midst of people, a never feeling pleased when pleased, a passion that gains when lost in thought. It’s being enslaved of your own free will; it’s counting your defeat a victory; it’s staying loyal to your killer. But if it’s so self-contradictory, how can Love, when Love chooses, bring human hearts into sympathy? ↗
আজিকে চাঁদ উঠবে প্রথম রাতে নদীর পারে নারিকেলের বনে, দেবালয়ের বিজন আঙিনাতে পড়বে আলো গাছের ছায়া-সনে । দখিন-হাওয়া উঠবে হঠাত্ বেগে, আসবে জোয়ার সঙ্গে তারি ছুটে- বাঁধা তরী টেউয়ের দোলা লেগে ঘাটের পরে মরবে মাথা কুটে । জোয়ার যখন মিশিয়ে যাবে কূলে, থমথমিয়ে আসবে যখন জল, বাতাস যখন পড়বে ঢুলে ঢুলে, চন্দ্র যখন নামবে অস্তাচল, শিথিল তনু তোমার ছোঁওয়া ঘুমে চরণতলে পড়বে লুটে তবে । বসে আছি শয়ন পাতি ভূমে, তোমার এবার সময় হবে কবে ? ↗
Poetry Love's Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle— Why not I with thine? See the mountains kiss high heaven, And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdain'd its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea— What are all these kissings worth, If thou kiss not me? ↗
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Most people in this country are looking for literature that is useful. They feel that just exploring their feelings is good enough - they should be reading about leveraged buy-outs or how to get thin. We live in a culture that is so absolutely, madly focused on commercialism and on creating money and completely turned away from any other kind of creative value. People don't generally turn to poetry unless they're bereaved or have fallen in love. Or in adolescence, when their feelings are very strong and turbulent. I think most of us are dying for lack of spirit in this culture. ↗
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I see what I want of Love... I see horses making the meadow dance, fifty guitars sighing, and a swarm of bees suckling the wild berries, and I close my eyes until I see our shadow behind this dispossessed place... I see what I want of people: their desire to long for anything, their lateness in getting to work and their hurry to return to their folk... and their need to say: Good Morning... ↗
