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Poetries read by Andrew Scott

1.　They Flee From Me

They flee from me that sometime did me seek
With naked foot, stalking in my chamber.
I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,
That now are wild and do not remember
That sometime they put themself in danger
To take bread at my hand; and now they range,
Busily seeking with a continual change.

Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise
Twenty times better; but once in special,
In thin array after a pleasant guise,
When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall,
And she me caught in her arms long and small;
Therewithall sweetly did me kiss
And softly said, “Dear heart, how like you this?”

It was no dream: I lay broad waking.
But all is turned thorough my gentleness
Into a strange fashion of forsaking;
And I have leave to go of her goodness,
And she also, to use newfangleness.
But since that I so kindly am served
I would fain know what she hath deserved.

- Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503 - 1542), English ambassador and lyrical poet.

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174858

2.

The hollow of morning
Holds my soul still
As water in a jar

- Samuel Menashe (1925 - 2011), American poet.

http://www.economist.com/node/21528217

3.

All I want to do
is get drunk with my wife

An endless glass of wine
both of us on the floor

So what if squares
look down on us?

Boring and misguided
are their miserable lives

When my wife is in the city
and I’m home
I want to cry

The moonlight
on the cypress tree
is a bitter light

No book has ever kissed me
like she does

- Hafiz (1315? - 1390?), Iranian poet.
Translated by Matthew Rohrer

https://www.aprweb.org/poem/translations-hafiz

4.　Please tell me - That’s if you don’t mind…

Please tell me - that’s if you don’t mind me asking
how am I to find the holes and corners where you hide?
I searched the Lesser Campus, tried the Circus Maximus and shrine of Jupiter on the Capitoline,
combed all the bookshops, then waylaid the girls in Pompey’s colonnade,
begging for you, but met wide-eyed, Innocent looks on every side.
Desperate, I asked, “What have you done, you bad girls, with Camerius?"
One, Teasing me, flaunted a bare breast: “Here he is, in this rosy nest!"
You keep such a stand-offish distance that one needs Hercules’ persistence to track you down these days, my friend.
Divulge, disclose where you intend to be in future; come, commit yourself, be reckless, out with it!
Is it that you’ve spent all day sleeping snug in those creamy girls’ safe-keeping?
If lips and tongue stay locked and chained,
you waste the whole crop love has gained: Venus likes speech to be loose-reined.
By all means be discreet - providing that I’m the one you confide in.

- Gaius Valerius Catullus (ca. 84 - 54 BC), Roman lyric poet.
Translated by James Michie

http://colecizj.easyvserver.com/pocatora.htm

5.　A Slumber did my Spirit Seal

A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.

No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth’s diurnal course,
With rocks, and stones, and trees.

- William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850), English Romantic poet.

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