Wednesday, May 13, 2009


Like The Water

Like the water of a deep stream,

love is always too much.

Though we drink till we burst,

In its abundance it survives our thirst.

In the evening we come down to the shore to drink our fill,

and sleep,while it flows through the regions of the dark.

it does not hold us,

except we keep returning to its rich waters thirsty.

We enter,

willing to die,

into the commonwealth of its joy.

by Wendell Berry

On The Breakwater

On the breakwater in the summer dark,

a man and a girl are sitting

She across his knee and they are looking face into face

Talking to each other without words,

singing rythms in silence to each other.

A funnel of white ranges the blue dusk from an out-going boat,

Playing its search light,



over a streak of green,

And two on the breakwater keep their silence,

she on his knee.

by Wendell Berry


Blogger Jorge Costa said...

Nice poetry, all about love...

Love is too complex... In one moment we can be happy, and then, with no apparent reason we get sad... Sometimes, without knowing the people we love hurt us, simply because they don't pay us the attention we wish they paid.. As the fist poem says, love is always too much... I find it difficult to understand how to people can fall in love for each other... I mean, fall in love one for another, and vice versa.. One person can fall in love for another one, that's very common and easy, but what I mean is the other person, the one that we love, love us as well... That is difficult..

Sorry about the big text, I was inspired :D

7:19 pm  
Blogger Ofélia Ribeiro said...

Hi Jorge.
I always like to see that you come here to read.
And indeed Love is a wonderful though sometimes complicated feeling.
Go for it.Don't be afraid of falling in love.

5:38 pm  

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