Yesterday was Audrey Hepburn’s birthday (she would have been 85). Her favourite poem, Unending Love by Rabindranath Tagore is definitely one to remember. Tagore, a Bengali Polymath from India, was the first non-European to win the Noble Prize in Literature in 1913 and was responsible for heavily influencing his region’s literature and music. Unending Love I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times… In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age, forever. Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain, Its ancient tale of being apart or together. As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge, Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time: You become an image of what is remembered forever. You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount. At the …
All she wanted was to find a place to stretch her bones. A place to lengthen her smiles and spread her hair a place where her legs could walk without cutting and bruising a place unchained. She was born out of ocean breath. I reminded her; ‘Stop pouring so much of yourself into hearts that have no room for themselves do not thin yourself, be vast. You do not bring the ocean to a river.’ – Tapiwa Mugabe, You are Oceanic
My friend B. pointed this one out to me. It’s wonderful, isn’t it? I hope you have a fabulous weekend — see you all back here on Monday. S.
I love Tyler Knott Gregson’s simplicity, don’t you? If you haven’t yet, be sure to check out his work here.
When I first came across the song, Move Pen Move, a calibration with singer-songer writer, Dan Mangan and spoken word poet, Shane Koyczan, I listened to the song on repeat for one week (true story) until my friend yelled at me, “Stephanie, turn that $#*%@ song off!” It’s true. I needed an intervention. over the years it seems that aging’s just not for me. though i ache just below the knees and it flows to my heart and all through the hearts i need. it’s not how it ought to be. you’re falling away from me. and it’s just not right. falling away from me. it’s not right. but you make such beautiful words. now it’s trying. oh, how it’s tragic. but you make such beautiful words.