After a prolonged absence, during which time I joined 23 other "pilgrims" on a retreat in Northern Ireland, and then spent a week - alone - in Dublin, I am in the middle of a particularly insane moving project. For those who are wondering, or even interested, having discovered that I hated traveling alone, I deduced that moving to Puerto Rico alone would be at least equally unpleasant. I am, however, moving out of the apartment that my late husband and I occupied, and into something more manageable - most likely somewhere around Atlanta, but still undecided. So... when I'm not agonizing over what to keep and what to give away, I will try to attend to my forum threads. Thank you so much to everyone who kept the discussion going on the topic of giving and receiving flowers. Kudos to all! And now...
Much as I grimace while recalling the above-quoted Streisand-Diamond duet, it feels quite necessary to complete the overall theme of nice-but-too-infrequently-employed rituals of dating and early relationship madness - another example would be reciting poetry. Perhaps even more common would be the cheerful willingness to engage in or attend some sort of activity adored by the adored one but generally assiduously avoided by the adorer.
Since love songs seem to comprise an overly large share of the music written, among the many that evoke the sentiment desired - i.e., melting of the heart, an overwhelming rush of positive thoughts and feelings toward the singer (or, more likely, the person operating the sound system) - there is, naturally, a splendiferous assortment of compositions and performances that, in me, at least, evoke the desire to smash whatever electronic device is emitting said noise.
in order to prevent this thread from developing into a "Listener's Choice of Love Songs Through the Years", I would like to invite CM contributors first to name their favorite love song -ONE- and then to comment or add whatever observations they desire with regard to the latter two categories, supra - to wit, recitations of poetry (whether original compositions or those of others), as well as the cheerfully embraced but otherwise despised activity.
To start us off, I offer the following:
My favorite love song (among many) is Neil Young's "Harvest Moon".
As for poetry - I frequently presented my late husband with poetry - not my own - but probably would not send any such thing to a new love interest; I deem poetry to be too significant an expression of my interest to toss it around casually.
My favorite love poetry? Too numerous to recount, but I always return to Shakespeare's Sonnets, and specifically:
SONNET CXVI (116)
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
I'm not sure a more perfect epithalamion has ever been written.
There were many times when I wished I could compose and sing love songs to my late husband, but I settled for playing them instead. And I have written any number of poems, but none that I consider worth sharing.
So.... with this incredibly long introduction, I turn the topic over to you, CM members, for your comments, contributions and insights.