Poetry about new beginnings, new friendship?
December 24, 2009 12:29 PM   Subscribe

I want to inscribe a book of poetry with a short poem, one about new beginnings, new friendship, possibly new love - something romantic is fine, but I'd prefer something not overly sentimental. Any suggestions?
posted by archofatlas to Writing & Language (2 answers total) 3 users marked this as a favorite
I live in the space between chaos and shape. I walk the line that continually threatens to lose its tautness under me, dropping me into the dark pit where there is no meaning. At other times the line is so wired that it lights up the soles of my feet, gradually my whole body, until I am my own beacon, and I see then the beauty of newly created worlds, a form that is not random. A new beginning.

Jeanette Winterson

And now I am ready to keep running
When the sun rises beyond the borderlands of death.
I already see mountain ridges in the heavenly forest
Where, beyond every essence, a new essence waits.
You, music of my late years, I am called
By a sound and a colour which are more and more perfect.
Do not die out, fire. Enter my dreams, love.
Be young forever, seasons of the earth.

Czeslaw Milosz, “Unattainable Earth”


We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams.
World-losers and world-forsakers,
Upon whom the pale moon gleams;
Yet we are the movers and shakers,
Of the world forever, it seems.

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.

We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.

Arthur O'Shaughnessy
posted by faineant at 1:07 PM on December 24, 2009 [2 favorites]

Response by poster: Lovely suggestions; I will definitely save the Jung quote and especially the O'Shaughnessy ode (I'd forgotten how much I love that poem - "We are the musicmakers..."). I think I wanted something a little lighter, so I ended up using Shel Silverstein, "Where the Sidewalk Ends".

Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Shel Silverstein
posted by archofatlas at 8:06 AM on December 25, 2009

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