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By audrie
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07 December 2007 |
I would ask that you do not take any of these requests seriously. There would be too much crunching of arthritic crystals!!
Come and kiss me. Now! Now!
Before I grow much older.
Come and hold me. Now! Now!
Before the night grows colder.
Come and take me. Now! Now!
Before I'm past the taking.
Come and shake me. Now! Now!
Before my heart starts breaking.
I wish I could believe that love
would last forevermore,
But love can fly, love can die,
Or just creep out the door...So
Come and get me. Now! Now!
For I can go no longer.
Come and pet me. Now! Now!
I think I'm getting stronger.
Come and catch me. Now! Now!
Before my heart starts flying.
Come and love me. Now! Now!
Before my love starts dying.
I wish I could believe that love
would last forevermore,
But love can fly, love can die,
Or just creep out the door...So
Come and kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Love's a stuff that won't endure!
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Until...
Written by patterjack (1429 comments posted) 7th December 2007 | ... I got to the last two lines I kept getting flashes of the Shakespearean song O mistress mine-- and then those lines confirmed the source of your inspiration.
That song has been described as gem-like , so perfect in itself that there is no way into it -- one must accept it as a thing whole in itself .
It has been enhanced by some musical settings -- and I remember from 1946 or so , the Peter Pears rendition of it , a version that had a lasting effect on me
patterjack |
Written by hutmaster (134 comments posted) 8th December 2007 | Even Mr Shakespeare sometimes got things wrong, Audrie. Love's a stuff that CAN endure.
I like the imperative, almost breathless nature of this; the need to catch the elusive butterfly before it flies.
A lovely take on the Bard.
hm | Hi Brian.
Written by audrie (454 comments posted) 8th December 2007 | Guilty, me Lud!
I'm no Feste but can be a bit of a clown! Having the cheek to pinch a line from old Will, but I swopped Youth for Love, neither of which lasts! But then I'm an old cynic!
Can't say that Peter Pears was my cup of tea. I preferred 'Big Lucy' and was very upset when he died recently.
Send us some sunshine will you, we are having gales and rain, grey! Grey! Grey! | Hello hm,
Written by audrie (454 comments posted) 8th December 2007 | | Yes, I guess some people are very fortunate in meeting and keeping love, but of course I have my lovely sons and grandchildren, so that makes up for other losses. | And....
Written by Phil (6951 comments posted) 8th December 2007 | ....you're never too old.
Shakespeare 'borrowed for many of his plays, so I don't suppose he'd mind this in the least.
hm's right. It's the imperatives that make this.
Phil | i can but agree ...
Written by patterjack (1429 comments posted) 8th December 2007 | ... about the barrel chested boy .
It may well have been the musical setting and arrangement of the song that gripped me ; but I must say that Pears had the right voice for it : clear , gentle , with a touch of soft melancholy.
I have always had a fondness for Feste.
patterjack |
Written by audrie (454 comments posted) 9th December 2007 | | Thank you, kind sirs, for your positive statements, and thanks also to the clown for inspiring me! | Goodness Audrey
Written by Josie (2844 comments posted) 12th December 2007 | | I never thought I'd see you writing with such desperation. ha ha. Do the neighbours know? Now you are living in a well known retirement area where there are many "gentile" gentlemen. Do they know of this poem yet? |
Written by audrie (454 comments posted) 13th December 2007 | Oh yes, I have a long shepherd's crook with which to hook any passing young man!!! Ha, I don't think so!!!
Most of the men around here are past it anyway, as am I, despite Phil's kind words that you are never too old!
Eastbourne is known as 'Sanatogen City' but if you saw the number of pushchairs in the town, you'd realise that title is old hat now. It's probable that we all live a lot longer in this sunny town!!! |
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