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My Pretty Rose Tree

A flower was offered to me: Such a flower as May never bore. But I said "I've a Pretty Rose-tree", And I passed the sweet flower o'er. Then I went to my Pretty Rose-tree: To tend her by day and by night. But my Rose turn'd away with jealousy: And her thorns were my only delight. ----------- William Blake

December

December See how December snows ... Look there by the window, my dear - Tell them to bring in more embers, Then we can hear the fire roar. Push the armchair up the stove And then we'll hear, by the chimney, The storm, or my days - it's the same - I must learn their symphony. Tell them also to bring in the tea, And come closer yourself too, please, - Read me something about the poles, Let it snow ... let the snow bury us. How warm it is here in your home, Which to me is totally sacred, - See how December snows ... Don't laugh ... go on reading alaud. It's day and what darkness there is ... We need a lamp fetched, would you ask - Look, the snow is as high as the fence, And the door-handle's caught by the frost. I'm not going home now today ... In front and behind there's a flood, See how December snows ... Don't laugh ... go on reading aloud. George Bacovia

Light Up The Fire

Light Up The Fire I gaze into the heart, lowly it may be, Thought the words be higher still. For the heart is all the substance, The speech an accident. How many phrases will you speak, Too many for me. How much burning, burning will you feel, Be friendly with the fire, enough for me. Light up the fire of love inside, And blaze the thoughts away. ** By: Rumi __________________________________________ From The Love Poems of Rumi by Philip Dunn