POETRY FROM THE SHOW
Here are the poems that were used in the show. She Walks in Beauty She walks in beauty, like the night Though the go mad they shall be sane Sonnet #XXIX When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, Acquainted With the Night I have been one acquainted with the night. The First Time I Loved Forever The first time I loved forever From: Kubla Khan In Xanadu did Kubla Khan To The Evening Star Thou fair-haired angel of the evening, Letters to a Young Poet How shall we be able to forget those acient myths that are the beginning of all peoples, Surprised By Joy But how could I forget thee? Through what power, From: Intimations of Immortality From Recollections of Early Childhood What through the radiance which was once so bright Ozymandias I met a traveller from an antique land
Oh, Catherine is so lucky! I could listen to Vincent read them to me all day.
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes,
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent-
A mind at peace with all below
A heart whose love is innocent.
--George Gordon, Lord Byron
Though they sink through the sea, they shall rise again
Though lovers be lost, Love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.
--Dylan Thomas
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art or that man's scope.
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thouhts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with Kings.
--William Shakespeare
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet.
When far away an interupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say goodbye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right
I have been one acquainted with the night.
--Robert Frost
Was when you whispered my name
And I knew at once you lved me
For the me of who I am
The first time I loved forever
I cast all else aside
And I bid my heart to follow
Be there no more need to hide
And if wishes and dreams are merely
For children and
If love's a tale for fools
I'll live the dream with you
For all my life and forever
There's a truth I will always know
When my world divides and shatters
Your love is where I'll go.
--Melanie
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills
Where blossomed many and incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
--Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
Smile on our loves, and while thou drawest the
Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew
Over every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
In timely sleep. Let they west wind sleep on
The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes,
And wash the dusk with silver. Soon full soon,
Dost thou withdraw; then the wolf rages wide,
And the lion glares in the dun forest:
The fleeces of our flocks are coverd with
Thy sacred dew; protect them with thine influence.
--William Blake
the myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses;
perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.
Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help form us.
So you must not be frightened, if a sadness rises up before you larger than you have ever seen;
if a restiveness, like light and cloud-shadows, passes over your hands and over all you do.
You must think that something is happening with you,that life has not forgotten you,
that it holds you in its hands,it will not let you fall...
--Ranier Maria Rilke
Even for the least division of an hour,
Have I been so beguiled as to be blind
To my most grievous loss?--That thought's return
Was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore,
Save one, one only, when I stood forlorn,
Knowing my heart's best treasure was no more;
That neither present time, nor years unborn
Could to my sight that heavenly face restore.
--William Wordsworth
Be now forever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves,
Forbode not any severing of our loves!
Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;
I only have relinquished one delight
To live beneath your more habitual sway.
I love the Brooks which down their channels fret,
Even more than when I tripped lightly as they;
The innocent brightness of a newborn Day
is lovely yet,
The Clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober coloring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
--William Wordsworth
Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear --
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.'
--Percy Bysshe Shelley
