A Poem by my friend Jessica Moore

I dreamt that you came back to me
From far beyond the sea;
I must have dreamt one thousand dreams
To bring you back to me.  

I dreamt that you came back to me
From far beyond Death's veil;
That you were home, upon the shore
Never again to sail.

I dreamt that you came back to me
From far in heaven's gate,
But then I realized you are home
And for me now you wait.

(copyright 2011)

Writing a Paper

is not conducive to writing a blog. I forgot a poem for the 19th. I did not get home until late yesterday and now I owe 2 more poems. I'm about to post the 21st at 12:05 in the morning. The other two I'll come up with sometime over Easter Break.

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It's half way through poetry month and I am running out of poems. Send me anything you think is good. The next couple will probably more funny then themed but I have been successfully fighting the temptation to ruin it all by throwing in my own poems.

I'm currently reading Moon Over Manifest. It's been good so far. We'll see how long it take me to finish it. Feel free to suggest other books you've liked to are curious about.

? by Gustavo Adolfo Becquer.

This poem was show to me by CR, who was a Spanish major. 

I have included the rough translation. 

Rima 53. Gustavo Adolfo Becquer.
 
Volverán las oscuras golondrinas
en tu balcón sus nidos a colgar,
y otra vez con el ala a sus cristales
jugando llamarán.

Pero aquellas que el vuelo refrenaban
tu hermosura y mi dicha al contemplar,
aquellas que aprendieron nuestros nombres
ésas... ¡no volverán!

Volverán las tupidas madreselvas
de tu jardín las tapias a escalar
y otra vez a la tarde, aún más hermosas,
sus flores se abrirán.

Pero aquellas cuajadas de rocío
cuyas gotas mirábamos temblar
y caer como lágrimas del día...
ésas... ¡no volverán!

Volverán del amor en tus oídos
las palabras ardientes a sonar,
tu corazón de su profundo sueño
tal vez despertará.

Pero mudo y absorto y de rodillas
como se adora a Dios ante su altar,
como yo te he querido..., desengáñate,
nadie así te amará.

 The dark swallows will return
 on your balcony to hang their nests,
 and again with his glass wing
 playing call.

 But those who refrained flight
 Your beauty and my joy to behold,
 those who learned our names
 those ...  Not return!

 Return the dense honeysuckle
 Your garden walls to climb
 and again in the afternoon, even more beautiful
 the flowers are open.

 But those of dew
 whose drops watched tremble
 and fall like tears of the day ...
 those ...  Not return!

 Return the love in your ears
 Ardent words to sound,
 your heart from its slumbers
 may awaken.

 But silent and entranced and kneeling
 as God is worshiped at his altar,
 as I have loved you ..., do not kid yourself,
 and no one will love you.