Heart of clay : a collection of love sonnets
/ Nina Estrada
- Centennial edition
- xv, 118 pages : illustrations
Make me the liquid by your vase contained One glance at you and all my peace is gone When I remember how I closed against Once more this anguish seethes within my breast I burn your letters into ashes gray There is no answer to this "wherefore? why?" And yet beneath the heart's disquiet lies My heart beats in remembered harmonies I wonder if you'll ever realize I keep remembering your eyes somehow No sleep upon these eyes can ever descend By candle-light you held my hand. Gently Depart from me. The likes of you and I Here will I lie expecting you, dear love Yes, come to me tomorrow. Come and try Wear high and proudly your defeat, my heart But how can pride exist between us, love To think that once within these hands was cupped How can I drink of lesser water, I If there be neither soul nor life hereafter I saw the lights of Hongkong glinting gold "Your eyes of velvet." Thus you circumscribed Here then your picture. Here the kiss that I Your letter came. With fumbling fingers cold Beckon with but your eyes and I shall fly Dearest, it is for you alone that I For you have made a fool of me, destroyed I have but heart to give, my precious one If beauty excites you, then I wish I were So like a startled maya bird, away But, love, I did not ask that you explain Confused, perplexed, you watch my eyes grow dim Here were the blazing brilliant blues of sky Say not that we are far apart, beloved Across the land and seas that separate How can you prate to me of love, when love With the blush of virgin day you shall yet come A fairy died somewhere, somehow today If we must part, beloved, let us part in peace When we shall part (for this we surely shall) Farewell, my love, the end is yet to be Dearest, I wake. The dream is gone and now I heard the bells of Kyoto ringing clear Stifle back the sob. It is worth naught Who said the mind remembered? Ah, no lie And so we smile : forlorn, estranged, resigned A world stands between us now. Across Confess your love, 'tis all I need to know? Shall I, with smile receive your smile ; my hand 'Tis not the loss I mourn since I possessed Come, come down, Heloise, for you and I I shall not yield although he storms my castle Betrayed, the coward heart upon its knees On one another yet we shall in time And yet when all is done, why speak of vengeance? Who speaks of death when life is in the offing?
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Philippine poetry (English) Love poetry, English--Philippines