Aleksandra Posted May 16, 2009 Share Posted May 16, 2009 Give me your peace you know how to live in love, with love, for love... Your nobleness was seen even from the stars, so you are needed here. I am forgotten by the stars, so why to cry as a child and beg for a mercy from the sky? Why you just don't ask from God to bring the time back, and to change our homes? Let it your cold home to be mine give me your earthen pillow to rest my tired head. You come and stay here, where is no place for me, and breath that what I can't. Remember we are born under same star. And share your smile - it's going to shine, and then you come at my grave as I did for you, and light a candle next to my head, and smile - you would give me a peace and brightness - what I'm always longing to have. * 3.10 am Tose Proeski The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted May 16, 2009 Share Posted May 16, 2009 wow aleks this is a master piece. you weaved such elegant imagery with raw emotions so lovely dear. i love this poem. it touched my heart. it is sad but a part of life. people die everyday. you believe in a higher power so know you will see him again in heaven. fantasies turn into reality when you dream at night, in this dream we danced under the moonlight. the river was flowing as we sipped wine. i knew you had visited me that night for when i woke there was a red rose besides me on my pillow. channeled from tose's companion angel. take care my friend. and i love the raw feelings you left me with after reading this poem of your. vic 1 Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 16, 2009 Share Posted May 16, 2009 Hi Aleksandra, What heartbreaking irony in this lament! If only one could transcend one's own sorrowful existence in death and union with a much loved one! "Why you just don't ask from God to bring the time back, and to change our homes? Let it your cold home to be mine give me your earthen pillow " "earthen pillow" is beautiful! There's a strong element of tragedy in the sense of the ancient Greek tragedy, where the protagonist laments to the divine powers, invokes a prayer of release from the indescribable pain of living. But the tragedy lies in that these prayers remain unanswered as the questions of life and death are beyond even these gods, who are beyond the human plane but not beyond life and death. I suppose the gods in their numerous forms and guises regenerate and return to avenge or to accomplish their divine tasks, but as your poem shows so movingly, the human mortal is not privy to such miraculous change of fortunes. And herein lies the poignancy of longing in your poem - a longing almost beyond fulfillment: aleksandra wrote: Give me your peace you know how to live in love, with love, for love... ... light a candle next to my head, and smile - you would give me a peace and brightness - what I'm always longing to have. * 3.10 am Tose Proeski Perhaps I've waffled too much. but how beautifully you write of grief here! goldenlangur goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lake Posted May 16, 2009 Share Posted May 16, 2009 Aleks, Nice elegy. Your sorrow is well expressed. I particularly love these lines: give me your earthen pillow to rest my tired head. Good job. Lake Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 16, 2009 Author Share Posted May 16, 2009 wow aleks this is a master piece. you weaved such elegant imagery with raw emotions so lovely dear. i love this poem. it touched my heart. it is sad but a part of life. people die everyday. you believe in a higher power so know you will see him again in heaven. fantasies turn into reality when you dream at night, in this dream we danced under the moonlight. the river was flowing as we sipped wine. i knew you had visited me that night for when i woke there was a red rose besides me on my pillow. channeled from tose's companion angel. take care my friend. and i love the raw feelings you left me with after reading this poem of your. vic Victor my dear friend, thank you so much for the poem and for your lovely words. Yes it is a sad poem, what I wrote when I was so sad, and really all emotions in this poem, all wishes and crying is true. I felt like that, to want to change with him, sounds maybe crazy, but it is true. I never explained why some people who have much more to do with their lives and for other's lives are going away from this earth. I am glad that the poem worked for you that way, and sorry if this poem after reading made you sad. Thanks a lot for commenting . Aleksandra. The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 16, 2009 Author Share Posted May 16, 2009 Hi Aleksandra, What heartbreaking irony in this lament! If only one could transcend one's own sorrowful existence in death and union with a much loved one! "Why you just don't ask from God to bring the time back, and to change our homes? Let it your cold home to be mine give me your earthen pillow " "earthen pillow" is beautiful! There's a strong element of tragedy in the sense of the ancient Greek tragedy, where the protagonist laments to the divine powers, invokes a prayer of release from the indescribable pain of living. But the tragedy lies in that these prayers remain unanswered as the questions of life and death are beyond even these gods, who are beyond the human plane but not beyond life and death. I suppose the gods in their numerous forms and guises regenerate and return to avenge or to accomplish their divine tasks, but as your poem shows so movingly, the human mortal is not privy to such miraculous change of fortunes. And herein lies the poignancy of longing in your poem - a longing almost beyond fulfillment: aleksandra wrote: Give me your peace you know how to live in love, with love, for love... ... light a candle next to my head, and smile - you would give me a peace and brightness - what I'm always longing to have. * 3.10 am Tose Proeski Perhaps I've waffled too much. but how beautifully you write of grief here! goldenlangur Goldenlangur, how beautifully you expressed your thought about this poem. I can say only thank you. And now you wasn't waffling here, not at all, I feel honored when I receive so much beautiful comments especially on these poems what are in correlation with Tose, what makes me feel proud, beyond the sadness. Thank you so much Aleksandra The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 16, 2009 Author Share Posted May 16, 2009 Aleks, Nice elegy. Your sorrow is well expressed. I particularly love these lines: give me your earthen pillow to rest my tired head. Good job. Lake Lake thank you, glad you like those lines. I stood on that part when I wrote this poem, on earthen pillow, but anyway I leave it like I wrote in the origin. And interesting here is that this poem, is written so fast and without any corrections, and reviewing, and how much I am happy that anyway, even without that, this poem works well. Thanks Lake again. Aleksandra The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted May 16, 2009 Share Posted May 16, 2009 This is more than just an elegy, Alek. You use grief over one who has passed away as a vehicle for showing something much deeper -- the narrator's own personal suffering: I am forgotten by the stars, so why to cry as a child and beg for a mercy from the sky? Why you just don't ask from God to bring the time back, and to change our homes? Let it your cold home to be mine give me your earthen pillow to rest my tired head. You come and stay here, where is no place for me, and breath that what I can't .... ... and then you come at my grave as I did for you, and light a candle next to my head ... Very cleverly and expertly done. This is better than anything I ever wrote. Tonyy Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 16, 2009 Author Share Posted May 16, 2009 tonyv wrote: This is more than just an elegy, Alek. You use grief over one who has passed away as a vehicle for showing something much deeper -- the narrator's own personal suffering: Very cleverly and expertly done. This is better than anything I ever wrote. Tonyy Tonyy dear, thank you so much that you felt the point of this poem, the narrator's own personal suffering That is true, it is not just an elegy as the poem " Kiparis " but it's loudly speaking in sad and broken mood and feelings. And I don't be so modest you have written many wonderful and quality pieces, which I adore Thanks Tony Aleksandra The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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