.. of poems and poetry

Reading a friend’s blog (yes Ruth.. i’m referring to yours :-) ), I was reminded of this poem that made an impression when I was in my college days. Bakit nga ba? Di naman ako profound and I specially don’t know how to interpret meanings behind poems.. pero just the same, I liked the way it sounded.  This doesn’t mean na nakikinig ako kay Dean D when she was discussing her lectures on Philippine literature, ha..

I was trying to remember what the poem was since Ruth can’t put a name behind my ramblings on "burning at stake" (he left him aureoled in flame pala) chuva.. so here it goes.. by the way, di pala si Dean may gawa nito..

It was a sacrilege, the neighbors cried,
The way she shattered every mullioned pane
To let a firebrand in. They tried in vain
To understand how one so carved from pride
And glassed in dream could have so flung aside
Her graven days, or why she dared profane
The bread and wine of life for some insane
Moment with him. The scandal never died.

But no one guessed that loveliness would claim
Her soul's cathedral burned by his desires
Or that he left her aureoled in flame…
And seeing nothing but her blackened spires,
The town condemned this girl who loved too well
and found her heaven in the depths of hell.
                       -Soledad-
		Angela Manalang Gloria

isa pa ha.. i also like this one.. 


I shall haunt you, O my lost one, as the twilight

            Haunts a grieving bamboo trail,

And your dreams will linger strangely with the music

            Of a phantom lover’s tale

You shall not forget, for I am past forgetting

            I shall come to you again

With the starlight, and the scent of wild champakas,

            And the melody of rain.

You shall not forget. Dusk will peer into your

            Window, tragic-eyed and still,

And unbidden startle you into remembrance

            With its hand upon the sill.

                                    -To a Lost One-

                              Angela Manalang Gloria

To all my Journ classmates: Don’t you miss the days when we had our class in the AV Room tapos call parati ni Dean si Toteng for recitation? nyahha.. wala lang.. ;p

2 Responses to “.. of poems and poetry”

  1. sarah Says:

    wow!! talaga naman reminisce mode ang ajuma…

    parang i know how it feels like — di man Journ ang major ko (CA ito), pero syempre naging prof ko rin si Dima.

    those were the days….naku wag na nga sariwain kse mas matanda me sa ‘yo….nyahaha

  2. Aireen Says:

    naging prof mo rin si dean d? nakikinig ka ba naman sa lectures nya? hehhehehe.. tama yan.. aminin na mas matanda ka sa’kin, ate sara.. bwahahhaha..

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