You pull over to the shoulder
of the two-lane
road and sit for a moment wondering
where you were going
in such a hurry. The valley is burned
out, the oaks
dream day and night of rain
that never comes.
At noon or just before noon
the short shadows
......
1 My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie,
2 Some counsel unto me come len';
3 To anger them a' is a pity,
4 But what will I do wi' Tam Glen?
5 I'm thinking, wi' sic a braw fellow,
6 In poortith I might mak a fen':
7 What care I in riches to wallow,
8 If I mauna marry Tam Glen?
......
I decided to clean out the attic today;
But how can I throw a box of baby shoes away,
A smiling raggedy Ann, missing a few strands of hair,
Or an old, slightly worn and forlorn teddy bear?
Where do I put a rocking horse, waiting for two little hands,
To pick up his reins and gallop again to wonderland,
Or a rusting locomotive still standing on the track,
Ready to run when the little engineer comes back?
How can I discard these Valentines, they made just for me,
When they were young and tender in childhood's full glory,
......
The tendrils of my soul are twined
With thine, though many a mile apart.
And thine in close coiled circuits wind
Around the needle of my heart.
Constant as Daniel, strong as Grove.
Ebullient throughout its depths like Smee,
My heart puts forth its tide of love,
And all its circuits close in thee.
......
well I wanted to braid my hair
bathe and bedeck my
self so fine
so fully aforethought for
your pleasure
see:
I wanted to travel and read
and runaround fantastic
into war and peace:
I wanted to
......
Your kiss rests on my lips like the first warmth of morning,
soft as a promise unfolding against my skin,
carrying the hush of a world that pauses to listen,
while my pulse answers in a language older than words.
I feel you in the space between each breath,
in the way the air shifts when you draw near,
as if gravity has chosen a gentler direction,
pulling me toward the center of your warmth.
......
My heart tells me all the time I love you,
in the quiet rhythm beneath my ribs,
in the gentle pull that turns me toward your name,
even when the world is loud around us.
It speaks in simple moments we almost miss,
in the warmth of your hand finding mine,
in the calm that settles over my restless thoughts,
like evening light resting softly on still water.
......
My sweet Valentine,
your name blooms in winter light,
warmth within my hands.
Veertien Februari,de dag die wij herinneren,
niet om wat de wereld ervan maakt,
maar om hoe jij mijn hand vindt
alsof die altijd voor jou bedoeld was.
De winterlucht draagt onze adem samen,
wolken van warmte in de kou,
en in jouw ogen zie ik een belofte
die geen woorden nodig heeft.
......
Am stillen Wintertag,
trägt mein Herz deinen Namen,
sanft wie Morgetau.
Dein Blick schenkt mir warmes Licht,
Liebe wächst in jedem Atem.