"That which does no earthly good cannot be heavenly minded." R. Rivera

Monday, September 19, 2011

Answer to a Child's Question

 For Anita:

 Answer to a Child's Question
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)

Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove,
The linnet, and thrush say, 'I love and I love!'
In the winter they're silent, the wind is so strong;
What it says I don't know, but it sings a loud song.
But green leaves and blossoms, and sunny warm weather,
And singing, and loving, all come back together.
Then the lark is so brimful of gladness and love,
The green fields below him, the blue sky above,
That he sings, and he sings, and forever sings he--
'I love my Love, and my Love loves me!'

------  Photo by Scott Thomas, Flickr

7 comments:

The Dutchess said...

So beautiful...:))))

Palomasea said...

Ruben,

How wonderfully sweet and touching. The line "Then the lark is so brimful of gladness and love" is a picture of Anita to me!
You two are a such a beautiful pair of lovebirds...

Have a terrific day,
- Irina

Edie Marie's Attic said...

What a wonderful reading! Thank you for bringing a poem forth that I've thought of (the last line of it) for some time and couldn't remember where it came from.

Hugs, Sherry

Angelsdoor * Penny said...

Beautiful Ruben!
Thank you so much for your kind words and most welcome visit.
Bless you my friend
Penny

Fete et Fleur said...

I love this! I hope you got my call the other day!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

Nancy

Nezzy said...

Awwwww, now that's sweet man!!!

What a wonderful couple ya'll are. I'd say your both pretty lucky to of found each other.

God bless ya and have yourself a fabulous Friday!!! :o)

Me said...

Very abiding Ruben..bravo.

Variation......


i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Edward Estlin Cummings