I told you so


/Fearless fantasies 

 The Khashmiri Song
BY LAURENCE HOPE

Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar,
 Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell?
Whom do you lead on Rapture's roadway, far,
 Before you agonise them in farewell?
 
Oh, pale dispensers of my Joys and Pains,
 Holding the doors of Heaven and of Hell,
How the hot blood rushed wildly through the veins,
 Beneath your touch, until you waved farewell.
 
Pale hands, pink tipped, like Lotus buds that float
 On those cool waters where we used to dwell,
I would have rather felt you round my throat,
 Crushing out life, than waving me farewell!

Source: India's Love Lyrics (Dodd Mead & Company, 1906)

So we must meet apart –
You there – I – here –
With just the Door ajar
That Oceans are – and Prayer –
And that White Sustenance –
Despair –

_“[I cannot live with You (640)],” Emily Dickson

I told you so 
To Night

She left, with just the door ajar
And I – The heart broken, with a scar
profoundly open – behind
In me with such sorrow,
a swell pain in my heart, tonight
You feel like no tomorrow,
Poetry prose and the such you write
Love, oh! Such stupid thing, love,
Roses, letters, promises, swan, and dove
Ah! That Cupid’s Arrow,
aimed right to the heart
Touched in the now, tonight
Left in the-morrow.

She walked afar down the street
She there – I – staying here – tonight
Staring at her with my eyes wide open
She loved to say in laughter
To me that night , and  so often,
You’re too sweet to be forgotten,
Don’t be sad, she said
we still are in love affair, tonight

She said, she said
“I love you, true” tonight
and she left in the tomorrow’s
Who said is true morose
“_Depart, such sweet sorrow” is

Isn’t Hamlet, Othello…Shakespeare
How do you know, O you fool
Where I have been in despair
What a pain I’ve gotten!
Alas, Did you try lovin’?

Now, that you come back to me
With your heart-broken tonight
Don’t hit your pale forehead,
but your heart, again and again
you see, Falling in love, indeed
Such, and such was the token

Never I fall in love again, tonight
you said: I swear.
Now suffer in silence without tears
Oh! Such brave heart then, thou arth
But yesterday In such sorrow I were

Now, taste from that melancholy elixir,
Of such bittersweet zest, of hate and desire
In such stern that you can’t bear
That lonely feel, but lasts in your mouth.
Yesterday, That you loved her without fear

Because, because, such and such,
And so and so
Because You-want-to-know
what-love-it-is, tonight
I will not tell you this, my dear,
Today I told you so
Now That she hangs your heart among others,
You are the one of her so many hunter trophie
you shine like a fleece in the sun, also
“Alto chi piantro almondo duras e!” Tonight

“Because you see, amie
I can’t live with you…
And I can’t live without you”
_Kalimelo

Now, consider those odds of Keats

La Belle Dame Sans Merci
* “I love thee true.”_Keats

"I met a lady in the meads,
 Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
 Her hair was long, her foot was light,
 And her eyes were wild.
 I made a garland for her head,
 And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
 She looked at me as she did love,
 And made sweet moan.
 I set her on my pacing steed,
 And nothing else saw all day long,
 For sidelong would she bend, and sing
 A faery’s song. 
 She found me roots of relish sweet,
 And honey wild, and manna-dew,
 And sure in language strange she said—
 “I love thee true.”
 She took me to her elfin grot,
 And there she wept and sighed full sore,
 And there I shut her wild eyes
 With kisses four.
 And there she lullèd me asleep,
 And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
 The latest dream I ever dreamt
 On the cold hill side.
 
"I saw pale kings and princes too,
 Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
 They cried—“La Belle Dame sans Merci
 Thee hath in thrall!”
 
 I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
 With horrid warning gapèd wide,
 And I awoke and found me here,
 On the cold hill’s side.
 
 And this is why I sojourn here,
 Alone and palely loitering,
 Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
 And no birds sing."_ Keats
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Kalimelo

I am an autodidact writer, and enough of an artist, to draw upon my imagination_I can't pretend here, to imitate Einstein's expression, nor to profess having enough knowledge of that sort, credit is, where credits due, noblety obliged, nor to build equations, or lost gravity, still having this audacity to emitate Mr. Einstein one's expression is a crime of Lese-majeste, and to not for being an imbued person, first, pardon my intrusive Introduction, but isn't it an imitating someone, the same like of gardening and planting coliflowers? Maybe Orchids... Secondo, I just have borrowed his quote _"knowledge is limited, imagination encircles the world ", for the pumps and circumstance, and just for the sake blogging, put it that way down to paper, and to fancy make an old dream of mine comes true, perhaps one day, and if time permitting, a would-be a writer and having enough ingredients for writing prose and possibly poetry _Thankful always to my reader for stopping by, and To all the followers: Thank you for following my blog, regularly, and by your likes on my posts, you're encouraging me each time, to persist and strive to do better for blogging than the sensational, and to take the risk to be boring sometimes ; please send me your feeds Thanks you again extra large for your patience _Modestly speaking: _Inspirational Dr. Seuss's quote: _“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And You are the one who’ll decide where to go.” ― Dr. Seuss

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