Larkin on Love

‘What will survive of us is Love.’ from Philip Larkin’s poem – An Arundel Tomb

Rumi – The Kiss of Spirit

My iTunes just played Laura’s last phone message : ‘Sweetie, come on back. I miss you wherever you are.’ Then I heard this beautiful Rumi poem for the first time –  There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of Spirit on the body. Seawater begs the pearl to break its…

Rumi

I sent this Rumi poem to Laura just after we met From the beginning of my life I have been looking for your face but today I have seen it Today I have seen the charm, the beauty, the unfathomable grace of the face that I was looking for Today I have found you and…

Laura’s Poem

Let us lie down together holding hands, looking in to one another’s soul. There is a real beauty there, an understanding in the eyes that has passed between two women like never before. Dared I dream of you? Never would I even know how. But you magically appeared. If I wake up, will you still…

Another Poem from the Memorial

When I Am Among The Trees When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness. I would almost say that they save me, and daily. I am so distant from the hope of myself, in which…