Song of Secret Love

The Poetry Piece for the month of January is a glass beaded bracelet named for the poem, Song of Secret Love, by John Clare (1793-1864).

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I hid my love when young while I

Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly

I hid my love to my despite

Till I could not bear to look at light

I dare not gaze upon her face

But left her memory in each place

Where ere I saw a wild flower lie

I kissed and bade my love goodbye

I met her in the greenest dells

Where dew drops pearl the wood bluebells

The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye

The bee kissed and went singing by

A sunbeam found a passage there

A gold chain round her neck so fair

As secret as the wild bee's song

She lay there all the summer long

I hid my love in field and town

Till e'en the breeze would knock me down

The bees seemed singing ballads l'er

The fly's buss turned a Lion's roar

And even silence found a tongue

To haunt me all the summer long

The riddle nature could not prove

Was nothing else but secret love

Longing

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The Poetry Piece for the month of December is a glass pendant necklace named for the poem, Life in a Love, by Matthew Arnold (1822 1888). To see more pendants click Pendants



Longing

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again.
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me.
Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth.
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say My love! why sufferest thou?
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again.
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Life in a Love

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The Poetry Piece for the month of November is a glass pendant necklace named for the poem, Life in a Love, by Robert Browning (1812-1889). To see more pendants click Pendants

Life in a Love

Escape me?
Never—
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear—
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed—
But what if I fail of my purpose here?

It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And baffled, get up to begin again,—
So the chase takes up one's life, that's all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound,
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope drops to ground
Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark,
I shape me—
Ever
Removed!

She Walks in Beauty

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The Poetry Piece for the month of October is a glass pendant necklace named for the poem, She Walks in Beauty, by Lord Byron (1788-1824). It can be found in the Beadshaper's case at the Bella Bazaar at the corner of Pacific Coast Highway and Blue Lantern Street in Dana Point, California.To see more pendants click Pendants.

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellow'd to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impair'd the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o'er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!!

Hydrangeas

This is the archive for Jewelry Poetry on the Beadshaper web site. The Poetry Piece for the month of September is a white pendant bead accented with green vines and blue flowers named for Carl Sandburg's poem, Hydrangeas. This continues the Carl Sandburg series in honor of the opening of the Beadshaper's booth in the Andersonville Galleria at 5247 North Clark Street in Chicago this October. Carl Sandburg (1878-1967) was born in Illinois and wrote much of his poetry when he lived in the Chicago area. This necklace will be available at the Beadshaper's new booth in the Andersonville Galleria at 5247 North Clark Street in Chicago starting in the Spring of 2009. Please visit if you live in the Chicago area or plan to travel there.
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DRAGOONS, I tell you the white hydrangeas
turn rust and go soon.
Already mid September a line of brown runs
over them.
One sunset after another tracks the faces, the
petals.
Waiting, they look over the fence for what
way they go.

Dream Girl

This is the archive for Jewelry Poetry on the Beadshaper web site. To see the Beadshaper site, please click Beadshaper. The Poetry Piece for the month of August is a copper necklace with flamework glass beads named for the poem, Dream Girl, by the Chicago poet, Carl Sandburg (1878-1967).
This necklace will be available at the Beadshaper's new booth in the Andersonville Galleria at 5247 North Clark Street in Chicago starting in the Spring of 2009. Please visit if you live in the Chicago area or plan to travel there.

DREAM GIRL
YOU will come one day in a waver of love,
Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,
The tan of the sun will be on your skin,
The purr of the breeze in your murmuring speech,
You will pose with a hill-flower grace.
You will come, with your slim, expressive arms,
A poise of the head no sculptor has caught
And nuances spoken with shoulder and neck,
Your face in a pass-and-repass of moods
As many as skies in delicate change
Of cloud and blue and flimmering sun.
Yet,
You may not come,
O girl of a dream,
We may but pass as the world goes by
And take from a look of eyes into eyes,
A film of hope and a memoried day.

Love

This is the archive for Jewelry Poetry on the Beadshaper web site. To see the Beadshaper site, please click Beadshaper. The Poetry Piece for the month of July is a glass pendant bead named for the poem, Love, by George Herbert (1593-1633). To see more pendants click Pendants.



Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
If I lacked anything.

'A guest', I answered, 'worthy to be here.'
Love said, 'You shall be he.'
'I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah my dear,
I cannot look on thee.'
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
'Who made the eyes but I.'

'Truth, Lord, but I have marred them; let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.'
'And know you not', says Love, 'who bore the blame?'
'My dear, then I will serve.'
'You must sit down and taste my meat.'
So I did sit and eat.

In Youth is Pleasure

This is the archive for Jewelry Poetry on the Beadshaper web site. To see the Beadshaper site, please click Beadshaper. The Poetry Piece for the month of June is a pink and turquoise glass pendant bead named for the poem, In Youth is Pleasure, by Robert Wever (c. 1550). To see more pendants click Pendants.

In a Herber green, asleep where I lay,
The birds sang sweet in the mids of the day;
I dreamed fast of mirth and play.
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.

Methink I walked still to and fro,
And from her company could not go;
But when I waked it was not so.
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.

Therefore my heart is purely pight
Of her alone to have a sight,
Which is my joy and heart's delight.
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.

Overheard on a Salt Marsh

This is the archive for Jewelry Poetry on the Beadshaper web site. To see the Beadshaper site, please click Beadshaper. The Poetry Piece for the month of May is a set of handcrafted flamework green glass beads with dichroic accents named for the poem, Overheard on a Salt Marsh, by Harold Munro (1879-1932). To see the beads click Beads

Nymph,nymph, what are your beads?
Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them?

Give them me.
No.

Then I will howl all night in the reeds,
Lie in the mud and howl for them.

Goblin, why do you love them so?

They are better than stars or water,
Better than voices of winds that sing,
Better than any man's fair daughter,
Your green glass beads on a silver ring.

Hush, I stole them out of the moon.

Give me your beads, I desire them so.
Give them me. Give them.

No.

The Ecstasy

This is the archive for Jewelry Poetry on the Beadshaper web site. To see the Beadshaper site, please click Beadshaper .The Poetry Piece for the month of April is a necklace named for the poem, The Ecstasy, by John Donne (1572-1631)




Where like a pillow on a bed,
A pregnant bank swelled up to rest
The violet's reclining head,
Sat we two, one another's best.

Our hands were firmly cemented
With a fast balm, which thence did spring;
Our eye beams twisted, and did thread
Our eyes upon one double string;

So to entergraft our hands, as yet
Was all our means to make us one,
And pictures on our eyes to get
Was all our propagation.

And if some lover, such as we,
Have heard this dialogue of one,
Let him mark us, he shall see
Small change, when we're to bodies gone.

Ruddier Than The Cherry

This is the archive for Jewelry Poetry on the Beadshaper web site. To see the Beadshaper site, please click Beadshaper .The Poetry Piece for the month of March is a necklace named for the poem, Ruddier than the Cherry, by John Gay (1685-1732)


O ruddier than the cherry,
O sweeter than the berry,
O Nymph more bright
Than moonshine night
Like kidlings blithe and merry.
Ripe as the melting cluster,
No lily has such lustre,
Yet hard to tame,
As raging flame,
And fierce as storms that bluster.

Aubade

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The Poetry Piece for the month of February is a necklace named for the poem, Aubade, by Sir William Davenant (1606-1668)


The lark now leaves his watery nest,
And climbing shakes his dewy wings.
He takes this window for the East,
And to implore your light he sings-
Awake, awake! the morn will never rise
Till she can dress her empty beauty at your eyes.

The merchant bows unto the seaman's star,
The ploughman from the sun his season takes;
But still the lover wonders what they are
Who look for day before his mistress wakes.
Awake, awake! break through your veils of lawn!
Then draw your curtains, and begin the dawn!

The Fair Singer

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The Poetry Piece for the month of March is a bracelet named for the poem, the Fair Singer by Andrew Marvell (1621-1678)


To make a final conquest of all me,
Love did compose so sweet an enemy,
In whom both beauties to my death agree,
Joining themselves in fatal harmony;
That while she with her eye my heart does bind,
She with her voice might captivate my mind.

I could have fled from one but singly fair:
My disentangled soul itself might save,
Breaking the curled trammels of her hair.
But how should I avoid to be her slave,
Whose subtle art invisibly can wreath
My fetters of the very air I breath?

It had been easy fighting in some plain,
Where victory might hang in equal choice;
But all resistance against her is in vain,
Who has the advantage both of eyes and voice;
And all my forces needs must be undone,
She having gained both the wind and sun.