Love Poems

Now that You Have Come, by Camillo Sbarbaro.

Now that you have come,
dancing into my life
a guest in a closed room,
to welcome you, love longed for so long,
I lack the words, the voice,
and I am happy just in silence by your side.

The chirping that deafens the woods at dawn,
stills when the sun leaps to the horizon.

But my unrest sought you, when as a boy,
on summer nights I came stifled to the window:
for I didn't know, and it worried my heart.
And yours are all the words that came,
like water brimming over, unbidden to my lips,
the desert hours, when childishly
my adult lips rose, alone, longing for a kiss...

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To Stella, by Plato

Thou gazest on the stars, my star!
Ah! would that I might be
Myself those skies with myriad eyes,
That I might gaze on thee.

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Some thoughts on organized religion and dating.

Mob mentality. There just never seems to be support in a church for individual thought and serious question and debate. I guess this is the thing that's really bothering me about the Crusade Dating Panel. There was no room for thoughts otherwise. It was these peoples' opinions and they must be right because they're up front. But it's for shit, because they're all happy and have had successful relationships ever since high school.

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From a post (nearly a love letter) on meeting the right woman on the Internet ... in the wrong timezone.

Not embarking on some crazy ass internet dating affair with a girl in the wrong timezone. Dismal failure on this score I’m afraid. Dismal, dismal failure. I held off my feelings for, oh let’s call her Betty (revenge is mine!), for as long as humanly possible. The fact is as soon as I saw her I was a goner and that was nearly a year ago now. Until this point the mere impossibility of anything ever coming of it was keeping back this Hoover Dam size tide of emotion. Maybe the dam broke at the same time as my back spasmed. Whatever caused it I had to face the simple reality of the situation. I could not complete my life gently skipping over the fact of this girl’s existence, however much I try, and believe me I tried.

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Counterparts, by Octavio Paz

In my body you search the mountain
for the sun buried in its forest.
In your body I search for the boat
adrift in the middle of the night.

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