Monday, February 27, 2006

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"COUNTING THE BEATS"
by Robert Graves

You, love, and I,
(He whispers) you and I,
And if no more than only you and I,
What care you or I?

Counting the beats,
Couting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.

Cloudless day,
Night, and a cloudless day,
Yet the huge storm will burst upon their heads one day
From a bitter sky.

Where shall we be,
(She whispers) where shall we be,
When death strikes home, O where then shall we be
Who were you and I?

Not there but here,
(He whispers) only here,
As we are, here, together, now and here,
Always you and I.

Counting the beats,
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.

11 Comments:

Blogger ann said...

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4:21 PM  
Blogger ann said...

Death is not the end
Death can never be the end

Death is the road
Life is the traveller
The Soul is the Guide

Our mind thinks of death
Our heart thinks of life
Our soul thinks of immortality

by: Sri Chinmoy

4:23 PM  
Blogger DebWalsh said...

Wow so deep I always felt that there is much more after Death this is only a pre-cursor to the afterlife. Which is what we make of it. I truley hope that it is wonderful for us all.
:)

4:30 PM  
Blogger Faye_Hart said...

Just remember you are in our thoughts. Hannala, "Awesome quote."

4:41 PM  
Blogger Georgette said...

I am way worried about you..

4:58 PM  
Blogger DNY LOVES CRIMINAL MINDS said...

Bobby and Ann: Beautiful works. Thank you both for sharing them with us! :)

5:03 PM  
Blogger VDOFan said...

Life is what we make of it, and what happens to us in the afterlife. I think. I hope that your friend's realtive has a peaceful but happy passing..and that you will be able to rest and try to be happy after it's all over with.

hugs janice

5:26 PM  
Blogger Riccie said...

Odd, but this post is comforting to me. Ann: Thanks for that quote.

7:51 PM  
Blogger Selena Marie said...

Thank you Bobby,and to the Author of this site, for posting this beautiful poem! It does help ease the Sorrows, Others here and I, are Experiencing now. I hope that this poem will also give you Solace and Peace! I'll be thinking about you.

9:02 PM  
Blogger Gorengyrl said...

Mind, heart and soul. Thanks Ann!
And thank you very much Bobby for the post. But like Georgette said. I'm worried about you :( Is everything okay?

Hugs, Kara

12:33 AM  
Blogger Virginia Dare said...

Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.

Why does this always make me think of you Bobby?

2:51 AM  

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