Shakespeare, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Christopher Marlowe and Robert Burns.
2006-10-20 23:53:16
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answer #1
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answered by lfc_rulz 2
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Even the greatest poet of all times does not have a language or vocabulary available to him/her to fully convey the experience called love. That poet is you. But facing the challenge, we'd opt to buy and send a Hallmark instead of even trying. That's a shame because the receiver likely would be more moved by an awkward attempt than reading a commerically produced -- albeit sweet -- sentiment.
2006-10-21 07:00:09
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answer #2
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answered by Victor 4
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Kalidasa - Here is an example
AUTUMN
by: Kalidasa (c. 500)
HE autumn comes, a maiden fair
In slenderness and grace,
With nodding rice-stems in her hair
And lilies in her face.
In flowers of grasses she is clad;
And as she moves along,
Birds greet her with their cooing glad
Like bracelets' tinkling song.
A diadem adorns the night
Of multitudinous stars;
Her silken robe is white moonlight,
Set free from cloudy bars;
And on her face (the radiant moon)
Bewitching smiles are shown:
She seems a slender maid, who soon
Will be a woman grown.
Over the rice-fields, laden plants
Are shivering to the breeze;
While in his brisk caresses dance
The blossomed-burdened trees;
He ruffles every lily-pond
Where blossoms kiss and part,
And stirs with lover's fancies fond
The young man's eager heart
This English translation of "Autumn" was composed by Arthur W. Ryder (1877-1938).
2006-10-21 06:56:53
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answer #3
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answered by roop 1
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Elisabeth Barrett Browning and Robert Burns
2006-10-21 08:03:59
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answered by chr1 4
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Elizabeth Barret Browning gets my vote.
The Sonnets from the Portuguese is the book.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Is the poem !
2006-10-21 08:32:44
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answer #5
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answered by Satsune 2
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The writer of the Song of Solomon, who is usually believed to be King Solomon.
Runners up: Pablo Neruda, Pierre de Ronsard, John Donne.
2006-10-21 07:00:40
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answered by Doethineb 7
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Robert Burns Who Wrote Two of The Greatest LoveSongs in Any Language
The First is About Love Beginning
My Love Is Like A Red Red Rose
Oh, my love is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June
Oh, my love is like a melody
That's sweetly played in tune
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry.
Till all the seas gang dry, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry.
'Til all the seas gang dry my, my dear
And the rocks melt with the sun
And I will love thee still, my dear
While the sands of life shall run
But faretheewell, my only love
Oh, faretheewell a while
And I will come again, my love
Tho' 't were ten thousand mile
Tho' 't were ten thousand mile, my love
Tho' 't were ten thousand mile
And I will come again, my love
Tho' 't were ten thousand mile.
The Second More Poignant
Ae Fond Kiss
is about The Regret of Parting
Ae Fond Kiss
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever
Ae farewell, and then forever
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,
While the star of hope she leaves him
Me nae cheerful twinkle lights me,
Dark despair around benights me.
I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy:
Nothing could resist my Nancy
But to see her was to love her
Love but her, and love for ever.
Had we never loe'd sae kindly,
Had we never loe'd sae blindly,
Never met - nor never parted -
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest
Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace, Enjoyment, Love and Pleasure
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever
Ae farewell, alas, for ever
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
2006-10-23 06:55:01
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answer #7
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answered by sorbus 3
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My vote goes to Elizabeth Barrett Browning: How Do I love Thee?
2006-10-21 12:29:53
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answer #8
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answered by awakelate 3
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if you are looking for a skill with words then no-one is better than Keats. He can bring such vivid scenes to life with what must be a divine gift - but, my god, the man is depressing. If you are looking for the sentiment expressed then Shakespearen sonnets are hard to beat.
2006-10-21 06:59:08
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answered by Redhead 3
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For me it is Shakespear. Shall I compare Thee To A Summers Day...crackin'
2006-10-21 06:45:38
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answered by Anonymous
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