Our love is written in the mountain rocks;
the river’s swirl bathes our passionate words.
It’s carried wide on the wings of keen-eyed hawks
and sets to the soft music of bluebirds.
Our love has no age, no limit, and lives
beyond this world: enters celestial spheres
where time dissolves and purest gold survives
beyond all ages, beyond all our years.
My love, your bright eyes live with mine to see
the still centre of stirring creation,
the heart of the sun and the moon’s silver sea:
enliven, my Valentine, my love’s gestation!
(Traduzione)
Il nostro amore è scritto nelle rocce della montagna;
il turbinio del fiume bagna le nostre parole appassionate.
È portato ovunque sulle ali dei falchi dagli occhi acuti
e unito alla musica sottile degli uccelli del paradiso.
Il nostro amore non ha età, ne’ limiti, e vive
oltre questo mondo: entra nelle sfere celesti
dove il tempo si dissolve e l’oro più puro sopravvive
oltre ogni età, oltre tutti i nostri anni.
Amore mio, i tuoi occhi luminosi vivono con i miei a vedere
il centro immobile della creazione agitata,
il cuore del sole e il mare d’argento della luna:
anima, mia Valentina, la gestazione del mio amore!
What a wonderful tea set but there seems a sadness in the photo as it is set for one maybe the other cup is hidden I am indeed thirsting for an excellent cup of tea served in good bone china with nice cake to accompany a real tea made from tea leaves and not pesky tea bags. The art of brewing a good cuppa seem to have faded away in the mists of time. I remember when we were lucky enough to have been invited to have a gorgeous cup of tea at Croft Castle what a splendid surrounding and it was offered in proper bone china cups and with a great selection of biscuits. Once was the time when we had a proper tea it was either high tea which cruelly comprised of something savoury and then sweet and was really an evening meal. Then there was the tea time call at promptly 5 pm those were the glory days these days we are lucky to get a tea bag to thrust into a mug no tea pot ceremony how we used to heat the tea then ladle in the tea leaves and wait in anticipation of a good brewed proper cup of tea in proper cups and saucers. We should mourn the sad loss of the proper cup of tea but at least we should have a good cuppa on a Sunday when we are more relaxed and enjoy a thirst quenching reviving cup of well earnt proper tea! Great St Valentine’s post thank you and I love the poem very romantic!
Oh and I forgot the tea cosy which Francis told me that relatives of his a long time ago thought that it was a strange kind of hat funny thought! Thanks again for such a fine poem keep up the good work! I had to read it a few times to savour its uniqueness and meaning and feeling behind these words. It is surely a meeting of minds a compliment of each other’s abilities to try and unite the Celestial with the Earth a difficult task!