I Loved You

 

I Loved You

by Alexander Pushkin (1799-1837)

 

I loved you- even now I may confess Some embers of my love their fire retain But do not let it cause you more distress- I do not want to sadden you again. Hopeless and tongue-tied, yet, I loved you dearly With pangs the jealous the timid know So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely, I pray God grant another love you so. The hand made necklace and bracelet pictured aboove are named for the poem and can be found on the Beadshaper web site at http://www.beadshaper.com

 

 

Wondrous Moment

Wondrous Moment
by Alexander Pushkin (1799-1837)

The wondrous moment of our meeting . . .
I well remember you appear
Before me like a vision fleeting,
A beauty's angel pure and clear.

In hopeless ennui surrounding
The worldly bustle, to my ear
For long your tender voice kept sounding,
For long in dreams came features dear.

Time passed. Unruly storms confounded
Old dreams, and I from year to year
Forgot how tender you had sounded,
Your heavenly features once so dear.

My backwoods days dragged slow and quiet —
Dull fence around, dark vault above —
Devoid of God and uninspired,
Devoid of tears, of fire, of love.
Sleep from my soul began retreating,
And here you once again appear
Before me like a vision fleeting,
A beauty's angel pure and clear.

In ecstasy the heart is beating,
Old joys for it anew revive;
Inspired and God-filled, it is greeting
The fire, and tears, and love alive.

The bracelet pictured above and named for the poem by Alexander Pushkin was hand crafted by the beadshaper. Click http://www.beadshaper.com to see more of the Beadshaper's creations.

My River

My River
by Emily Dickinson

My river runs to thee.
Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me?
My river awaits reply.
Oh! sea, look graciously.

I?ll fetch thee brooks
from spotted nooks.
Say, sea,
Take me!

The lampwork glass pendant bead hand crafted by the Beadshaper and pictured above is reminiscent of a beautiful river. More of the Beadshaper's work can be seen at http://www.beadshaper.com

Meeting at Night

Meeting at Night
by Robert Browning (1812-1889)

The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!

The pendant pictured above and named for the poem by Robert Browning was hand crafted by the beadshaper. Click http://www.beadshaper.com to see more of the Beadshaper's creations.

    

Bonnie Doon

The Banks Of Bonnie Doon
by Robert Burns (1759 -1796)

Yon banks and hills of bonnie Doon,
 How can you bloom so fresh and fair?
 And little birds, how can you chaunt
 With me so weary... full o' care?

 You'll break my heart, you warbling birds
 That wanton thru the flow'ry thorns
 You remind me of departed joys
 Departed... never to return.

 Oft did I rove by bonnie Doon
 To see the rose and woodbine twine
 And every bird sang of its love
 As fondly once I sang of mine.

 With lightsome heart I pulled a rose
 Full sweet from off its thorny tree
 But my first lover stole that rose
 And, ah! has left its thorns with me.

The pendant pictured above and named for the poem by Robert Burns was hand crafted by the beadshaper. Click http://www.beadshaper.com to see more of the Beadshaper's creations.

A Birthday

A Birthday by Christina Rosetti (1830-1894)

My heart is like a singing bird
Whose heart is in a watered shoot.
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit.
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea.
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.

Raise me dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates
And peacocks with a hundred eyes.
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleur-de-lis;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.

The necklace above named for the poem, A Birthday, was handcrafted by the Beadshaper. You can see more of her jewelry and bead creations at http://www.beadshaper.com

Flower of Love

Flower of Love by Claude McKay (1889 -1948)

The perfume of your body dulls my sense.
I want nor wine nor weed; your breath alone
Suffices. In this moment rare and tense
I worship at your breast. The flower is blown,
The saffron petals tempt my amorous mouth,
The yellow heart is radiant now with dew
Soft-scented, redolent of my loved South;
O flower of love! I give myself to you.
Uncovered on your couch of figured green,
Here let us linger indivisible.
The portals of your sanctuary unseen
Receive my offering, yielding unto me.
Oh, with our love the night is warm and deep!
The air is sweet, my flower, and sweet the flute
Whose music lulls our burning brain to sleep,
While we lie loving, passionate and mute.

The flower glass pendant on a bead crochet necklace pictured above was handcrafted by the Beadshaper. You can go to http://www.beadshaper.com to see more jewelry creations by the Beadshaper