English 11A: What do you think is love?

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(Teru's song from Tales of Earthsea)

Lyrics:
Above the clouds where dusk comes
Always flying by itself
The hawk is probably grieving is it not
In the wind's midst even sound stops
The wings that grasp the sky
Resting is a thing they cannot do

To what compares the heart?
This heart that is like a hawk
To what compares the heart?
Of grief that seems to circle the sky

In boulder's shadow near falling rain
Always blossoming small
The flower is probably sad is it not
In the rain's midst even colour finishes
Of lightly peach-coloured petals
Without a hand to love them

To what compares the heart?
This heart that is like a flower
To what compares the heart?
Of sadness struck by rain

On a rustic road shadows disappear
With me together you walk
You are probably lonely too are you not
Of grassy plains where insects cry
I go the road with you human though I am
You that disappears without a word

To what compares the heart?
This heart that goes the road alone
To what compares the heart?
Of the loneliness of being all alone

English 11A: What do you think is love?

Delicate as a soft feather,

silvery dew of of the moon's tears

caressed by the light wind,

floating ever so delicately 

silently upon the moon-lit night.

It lands,

blossoming into a rose, 

and bringing all of heaven's warmth,

                                                       to one,
                                                         the rose swiftly turns 
                                                              into the silvery feather
                                                                   and blows away.
                               away
                                                away
                                                                           away.

Look! How the feather

flutters and floats,

swinging and laughing and flying

effortlessly as its previous whole.

Look! How the silver sheen


 changes
to orange as the setting sun,
to beauty, to grace, to allure
of pearls and blossoms
where all are seen as equals
to forever and eternity.
So sweetly it flies,
it brushes upon the world,
to blossom,
         bringing color,
                bringing joy,
                       bringing life, vitality, sweetness,


that dewy and rich sweetness of life,

to the world.