Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! -
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature’s patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters
at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors -
No – yet still [...]
Categories: photography, poem
Tagged: art, awake, breast, bright, Carlotta Manaigo, feel, gazing, His Last Sonnet, John Keats, love, splendour, Star, steadfast, unchangeable
- Published:
- 28/02/2010 – 11:32 am
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep,
And shall my soul that lies within your hand
Remember nothing, as the blowing sand
Forgets the palm where long blue shadows creep
When winds along the darkened desert sweep?
Or would it still remember, tho’ it spanned
A thousand heavens, while the planets fanned
The vacant ether with their voices deep?
Soul of my [...]
Categories: photography, poem
Tagged: beloved, crown, Death, Dom Agius, Heaven, love, nobility, poem, remember, Royal, Sara Teasdale, shadow, sleep
- Published:
- 08/02/2010 – 12:10 pm
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
… in dreams, through sweat, on paper to have him hear
My body feels wooden, the joints are
Hinged with dark, metal, paper staples
The skin parched, wrinkled, brittle like sheets
Of nori without him beside me.
Remember when our bodies melted
Into a single organism?
The depth of each movement together
Pushed me and you out of darkness.
I am calling out in [...]
Categories: exclusive, poem
Tagged: A Moment to Remember by Alexander Pushkin, beginning, blood, bones, breath, calling, Dreams, ending, grief, hear, heart, illuminated, J.L. Nash, kiss, laughing, lips, morning, name, poem, sapphires, scent, smell, sweat, together, Tomorrow
- Published:
- 06/02/2010 – 10:24 am
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
He touched me, so I live to know
That such a day, permitted so,
I groped upon his breast.
It was a boundless place to me,
And silenced, as the awful sea
Puts minor streams to rest.
And now, I’m different from before,
As if I breathed superior air,
Or brushed a royal gown;
My feet, too, that had wandered so,
My gypsy face transfigured [...]
Categories: music, photography, poem
Tagged: Come Prima, Dalida, Emily Dickinson, FACE, Giampiero Assumma, know, LIVE, place, portrait, rest, Silence, touch
- Published:
- 25/01/2010 – 11:56 pm
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
As a twig trembles, which a bird
Lights on to sing, then leaves unbent,
So is my memory thrilled and stirred;
I only know she came and went.
As clasps some lake, by gusts unriven,
The blue dome’s measureless content,
So my soul held that moment’s heaven;
I only know she came and went.
As, at one bound, our swift spring heaps
The orchards [...]
Categories: photography, poem
Tagged: Angel, come, Danniel, gaze, Heaven, James Russell Lowell, mask, nude, She Came and Went, Soul, Stefania Bonatelli, woman
- Published:
- 24/01/2010 – 10:29 am
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
Petals fall parched in variegated sienna hues
As just so many burnt pieces of me
Now punch-drunk by the ‘truth’
And punctured by the proof
That you’ve ‘moved on’.
Unlike my coiled, circuitous thoughts of you
That you were, somehow, the only one.
You’ve eschewed every vestige and year of my hurt
And all the bloody altercations
Spewed of a real red raw frustration
That [...]
Categories: exclusive, photography, poem
Tagged: again, autumn, Barney Ashton, bound, chance, difference, loved, Memory, name, passing, proof, Roberto Foddai, You
- Published:
- 04/01/2010 – 9:00 pm
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And [...]
Categories: music, photography, poem
Tagged: All'ombra di sospetto, allowance, Antonio Vivaldi, aria, beginnings, Bertil Nilsson, body, Cantata BWV 54, Catherine Bott, earth, force, Head, heart, If, king, male, man, nerve, New London Consort, nude, Philip Pickett, photography, poem, Rudyard Kipling, RV 678, son, spoken, triumph, winning, wise, your
- Published:
- 03/01/2010 – 11:11 am
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly today,
Were to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy-gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.
It is [...]
Categories: photography, poem
Tagged: art, Beauty, believe, change, dear, FACE, gaze, gift, heart, look, love, male, man, moment, see, Soul, Stevenio Cheshire, tear, Thomas Moore, today, Tomorrow, young, youth
- Published:
- 27/12/2009 – 10:23 am
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
You took my empty dreams
And filled them every one
With tenderness and nobleness,
April and the sun.
The old empty dreams
Where my thoughts would throng
Are far too full of happiness
To even hold a song.
Oh, the empty dreams were dim
And the empty dreams were wide,
They were sweet and shadowy houses
Where my thoughts could hide.
But you took my dreams away
And [...]
Categories: photography, poem
Tagged: Dreams, hide, male, man, photography, Samuel Zakuto, Sara Teasdale, Song, thoughts
- Published:
- 22/12/2009 – 9:33 am
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
I want you to know one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours [...]
Categories: photography, poem
Tagged: Alex Dunstan, Another Man Magazine, arms, beloved, each day, extinguished, forget, forgotten, Hedi Slimane, If You Forget Me, LIVE, Pablo Neruda, remember, seek
- Published:
- 21/12/2009 – 4:17 pm
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
