The Sorrow of Love!

The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,
The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,
And all that famous harmony of leaves,
Had blotted out man's image and his cry.

A girl arose that had red mournful lips
And seemed the greatness of the world in tears,
Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships
And proud as Priam murdered with his peers;

Arose, and on the instant clamorous eaves,
A climbing moon upon an empty sky,
And all that lamentation of the leaves,
Could but compose man's image and his cry.

"W.B.Yeats" The Rose 1893.


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Love Only!

Love Only! Is Your Blog So, Blog It! I publish my English poetry here, in addition to some verses from well-known poets and singers. However, I wrote most of my pomes in Arabic, as English is my second language. I studied French and I spoke Danish too.

I may need to go back to study French more because I love this language and I think it is the best language in the world. That is only my feeling although English is very important international language.

This is an extension in verse and fiction to "My Love Nature" in images. Images to this concept are found here at My Love Nature