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Photos by Mehwash Bhatti Happy Valentine’s Day! 💘 Enjoy this selection of poems about romantic love… 1. “A Red, Red Rose” by Robert Burns O my luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; O my luve's […] The post 7 poems about romance first appeared on Reason For...
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Happy Valentine’s Day! Enjoy this selection of poems about romantic love…
O my luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; O my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun: O I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only luve, And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my luve, Though it were ten thousand mile.
I ne’er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet,
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale as deadly pale,
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked, what could I ail?
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away,
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start—
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.
Are flowers the winter’s choice?
Is love’s bed always snow?
She seemed to hear my silent voice,
Not love's appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling-place
And can return no more.
From the Desert I come to thee On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire. Under thy window I stand, And the midnight hears my cry: I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold! Look from thy window and see My passion and my pain; I lie on the sands below, And I faint in thy disdain. Let the night-winds touch thy brow With the heat of my burning sigh, And melt thee to hear the vow Of a love that shall not die, Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold! My steps are nightly driven By the fever in my breast, To hear from thy lattice breathed The word that shall give me rest. Open the door of thy heart, And open thy chamber door, And my kisses shall teach thy lips The love that shall fade no more Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!
Ask me why I love you, dear, And I will ask the rose Why it loves the dews of Spring At the Winter’s close; Why the blossoms’ nectared sweets Loved by questing bee,— I will gladly answer you, If they answer me. Ask me why I love you, dear, And I will ask the flower Why it loves the Summer sun, Or the Summer shower; I will ask the lover’s heart Why it loves the moon, Or the star-besprinkled skies In a night in June. Ask me why I love you, dear, I will ask the vine Why its tendrils trustingly Round the oak entwine; Why you love the mignonette Better than the rue,— If you will but answer me, I will answer you. Ask me why I love you, dear, Let the lark reply, Why his heart is full of song When the twilight’s nigh; Why the lover heaves a sigh When her heart is true; If you will but answer me, I will answer you.
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.
To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed, Scented and warm against my beating breast; To whisper soft and quivering your name, And drink the passion burning in your frame; To lie at full length, taut, with cheek to cheek, And tease your mouth with kisses till you speak; Love words, mad words, dream words, sweet senseless words, Melodious like notes of mating birds; To hear you ask if I shall love always, And myself answer: Till the end of days; To feel your easeful sigh of happiness When on your trembling lips I murmur: Yes; It is so sweet. We know it is not true. What matters it? The night must shed her dew. We know it is not true, but it is sweet— The poem with this music is complete.
The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?— See the mountains kiss high heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea: What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
At a glance Newly opened Mama Pho makes enjoying delicious Vietnamese food in central Oslo both accessible and comfortable. Unlike many other Vietnamese restaurants, the menu is concise and straightforward and the atmosphere is open and friendly. Since the crew […] The post Mama Pho, a gem in central Oslo first appeared on Reason For...
Newly opened Mama Pho makes enjoying delicious Vietnamese food in central Oslo both accessible and comfortable. Unlike many other Vietnamese restaurants, the menu is concise and straightforward and the atmosphere is open and friendly. Since the crew behind Mama Pho also runs TeaOlogy, you can easily order bubble tea to go with your meal 😉
Mama Pho is tucked away from the busy main street of Karl Johans gate inside the courtyard of Posthallen. Upon arrival at the restaurant, you are greeted by friendly staff who try to seat you as soon as possible. It is easy to feel at home as you sit down at your table amidst Scandinavian furniture and a sign that promises “Good food, good vibes, good times”. It is quite likely that you will be sitting in close proximity to complete strangers, but that hardly matters because (as a waiter happily told me) “Mama Pho is a family restaurant, so here, everyone is family!”
Having sampled phở (Vietnamese noodle soup) various other Vietnamese restaurants in Oslo, I must say that Mama Pho’s preparation of the dish is a cut above the competition – fresh, flavourful, and authentic. While other Vietnamese restaurants let you choose whether you want phở with thinly-sliced beef, brisket, or meatballs; Mama Pho keeps it simple by offering only one (non-vegetarian) phở, containing all aforementioned kinds of beef. Those who are well-acquainted with Vietnamese cuisine may find that Mama Pho’s dishes are closer to the Hanoi style (simpler ingredients and less sweet than Saigon style).
I must also mention that bún bò Huế at Mama Pho is distinct from others I have tried (in Vietnam, the US, and Norway). The Mama Pho version of this dish much more umami-oriented and comes with its own chili sauce that adds both spice and flavour to the broth in a balanced way. Worth a try if you are looking to branch out from the usual phở 🙂
P.S. Some of you may have noticed that I did not post my annual highlights before 2019 came to a close as well as general decrease in frequency of posts. I must confess that this is due to a combination of me working on various other projects and my indecision about the direction RFB will be heading in for the new decade. All I can say for now is that there will be changes in store. Stay tuned for updates, dear readers, and thank you for your support!
Earlier this month, I was in Italy and visited Rome, Pompei, and Naples (with a day-trip to Tivoli). This and upcoming posts will revolve around these places, so stay tuned 😉 “La Bettola del Gusto” roughly translates to something like […] The post La Bettola del Gusto first appeared on Reason For...
Earlier this month, I was in Italy and visited Rome, Pompei, and Naples (with a day-trip to Tivoli). This and upcoming posts will revolve around these places, so stay tuned
“La Bettola del Gusto” roughly translates to something like “hole in the wall of enjoyment” – odd, considering the restaurant’s central location across from Pompei Train Station, yet somehow fitting, because one can hardly believe that such a remarkable restaurant experience is found in the small Italian city of Pompei.
The food in Italy is generally delicious, but what stood out about La Bettola del Gusto was the cosy atmosphere, complemented by outstanding service – perfect for date night or just to wind down after a day of exploring the ruins of Pompeii. The simple dishes – typical of the Campania region – are thoughtfully prepared to bring out exquisite flavours and craftily presented in hearty portions. The extensive wine list and complimentary appetiser and dessert (served in addition to those you order) make this the best value (money- and taste-wise) dining experience I had the entire trip.
Eirik and I had dinner here our first night in Pompei. We initially planned to spend the second night dining elsewhere, but after an exhausting day of exploring the ruins, the only adventure left in us was to try a different cut of beef followed by a different dessert – our wish was graciously granted by the attentive staff at La Bettola del Gusto.
If you are heading to Pompei – whether for a day trip or for several nights – make a reservation at La Bettola del Gusto. I am already looking forward to having dinner there again on my next visit to the city!
I bought tickets to see The Sound of Music at the Folketeateret in spring (six months before it even premiered!), and had been anticipating it ever since. Scenekvelder does not disappoint in this production and, through shrewd storytelling and extraordinary […] The post Review of #SoundofMusicOslo first appeared on Reason For...
I bought tickets to see The Sound of Music at the Folketeateret in spring (six months before it even premiered!), and had been anticipating it ever since. Scenekvelder does not disappoint in this production and, through shrewd storytelling and extraordinary set design, managed to blow me away with their delightful retelling of this beautiful classic.
Under the direction of Lars Jacobsen, the audience is given fresh look at this family favourite. We are able to penetrate the icy, authoritative exterior of Captain von Trapp (portrayed by Håvard Bakke) in a touching scene where he is alone in his office, drinking Scotch and thinking of his dead wife (whose portrait stands in the living room). Lena Kristin Ellingsen shines splendidly in the role of whimsical, carefree Maria – the nun-turned-governess who brings love and music back to the Von Trapp household. Ulrikke Brandstorp adds a cheeky, playful side to Liesl (who is more often portrayed as sweet and subtle). Opposite Lars Henrik Aarnes as Rolf, she sings forebodingly (English translation mine):
Jeg vet at verden endrer seg
Og her er mitt poeng:
Den som behøver hjelp av deg –
Du henger med feil gjeng!
Det du trenger
Er en god venn som
Lytter og vet for seg.
Du er 17, skal bli snart 18
Du bør følge… med meg!
I know the world is changing fast
And here's my point of view:
What really needs some help from you –
You're friends with the wrong crowd!
That which you need
Is a good friend who
Can listen and can judge for herself.
You are 17, going on 18
You should follow... my lead!
Without a doubt, Scenekvelder understands musical theatre and how to put on a show – I greatly look forward to their production of Chess next spring!
Until then, take your entire family to watch The Sound of Music before it is too late!
This post contains affiliate links. Happy September! 🍁 Whether you are diving straight into productive work or winding down from summer in preparation for a new school year, take a moment to set some goals for this quarter and be […] The post 7 poems about purpose first appeared on Reason For...
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Happy September! Whether you are diving straight into productive work or winding down from summer in preparation for a new school year, take a moment to set some goals for this quarter and be inspired by these poems about purpose.
Chisel in hand stood a sculptor boy,
With his marble block before him,
And his eyes lit up with a smile of joy
As an angel-dream passed o’er him.
He carved the dream on that shapeless stone
With many a sharp incision;
With heaven’s own light that sculpture shone—
He’d caught that angel-vision.
Children of life are we, as we stand
With our lives uncarved before us,
Waiting the hour when, at God’s command,
Our life-dream shall pass o’er us.
If we carve it then on the yielding stone
With many a sharp incision,
Its heavenly beauty shall be our own—
Our lives, that angel-vision.
We have not wings, we cannot soar;
But we have feet to scale and climb
By slow degrees, and more and more,
The cloudy summits of our time.
The mighty pyramids of stone
That wedge-like cleave the desert airs,
When nearer seen, and better known,
Are but gigantic flights of stairs.
The distant mountains, that uprear
Their solid bastions to the skies,
Are crossed by pathways, that appear
As we to higher levels rise.
The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night.
One ship drives east, and another west
With the self-same winds that blow;
'Tis the set of the sails
And not the gales
That decides the way to go.
Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate,
As they voyage along through life;
'Tis the will of the soul
That decides its goal,
And not the calm or the strife.
Also known as “The Man Who Thinks He Can” and “It’s All In The State of Mind”
If you think you are beaten, you are,
If you think you dare not, you don’t,
If you like to win, but you think you can't,
It’s almost a “cinch” you won't.
If you think you'll lose, you've lost,
For out in the world you find
Success begins with a fellow's will;
It's all in the state of mind.
Full many a race is lost
Ere ever a step is run;
And many a coward fails
Ere ever his work's begun.
Think big and your deeds will grow,
Think small and you'll fall behind,
Think that you can and you will;
It's all in the state of mind.
If you think you're outclassed, you are,
You've got to think high to rise,
You've got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.
Life's battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man,
But sooner or later, the man who wins,
Is the fellow who thinks he can.
We hear a great commotion
'Bout the ship that comes to grief,
That founders in mid-ocean,
Or is driven on a reef;
Because it's cheap and brittle
A score of sinners drown.
But we hear but mighty little
Of the ships that won’t go down.
Here's honour to the builders—
The builders of the past;
Here's honour to the builders
That builded ships to last;
Here's honour to the captain,
And honour to the crew;
Here's double-column headlines
To the ships that battle through.
They make a great sensation
About famous men that fail,
That sink a world of chances
In the city morgue or gaol,
Who drink, or blow their brains out,
Because of “Fortune's frown”.
But we hear far too little
Of the men who won’t go down.
The world is full of trouble,
And the world is full of wrong,
But the heart of man is noble,
And the heart of man is strong!
They say the sea sings dirges,
But I would say to you
That the wild wave's song's a paean
For the men that battle through.
Back of the beating hammer
By which the steel is wrought,
Back of the workshop’s clamor
The seeker may find the thought,
The thought that is ever master
Of iron and steam and steel,
That rises above disaster
And tramples it under heel!
The drudge may fret and tinker
Or labor with lusty blows,
But back of him stands the Thinker,
The clear-eyed man who knows;
For into each plow or saber,
Each piece and part and whole,
Must go the brains of labor,
Which gives the work a soul!
Back of the motors humming,
Back of the belts that sing,
Back of the hammers drumming,
Back of the cranes that swing,
There is the eye which scans them
Watching through stress and strain,
There is the mind which plans them—
Back of the brawn, the Brain!
Might of the roaring boiler,
Force of the engine’s thrust,
Strength of the sweating toiler—
Greatly in these we trust.
But back of them stands the Schemer,
The Thinker who drives things through;
Back of the job—the Dreamer
Who’s making the dream come true!
Dedicated to François-René de Chateaubriand
Woe unto him! the child of this sad earth,
Who, in a troubled world, unjust and blind,
Bears Genius—treasure of celestial birth,
Within his solitary soul enshrined.
Woe unto him! for Envy's pangs impure,
Like the undying vultures', will be driven
Into his noble heart, that must endure
Pangs for each triumph; and, still unforgiven,
Suffer Prometheus' doom, who ravished fire from Heaven.
Still though his destiny on earth may be
Grief and injustice; who would not endure
With joyful calm, each proffered agony;
Could he the prize of Genius thus ensure?
What mortal feeling kindled in his soul
That clear celestial flame, so pure and high,
O'er which nor time nor death can have control,
Would in inglorious pleasures basely fly
From sufferings whose reward is Immortality?
No! though the clamors of the envious crowd
Pursue the son of Genius, he will rise
From the dull clod, borne by an effort proud
Beyond the reach of vulgar enmities.
'Tis thus the eagle, with his pinions spread,
Reposing o'er the tempest, from that height
Sees the clouds reel and roll above our head,
While he, rejoicing in his tranquil flight,
More upward soars sublime in heaven's eternal light.
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What are your goals for the next months? Let me know in the comments below!
In January 1904, a devastating fire raged through the Norwegian seaport of Ålesund. After only 16 hours, it had destroyed 850 wooden houses, leaving more than ten thousand people homeless. Only 230 houses remained in Ålesund’s town centre after the […] The post Art Nouveau in Ålesund first appeared on Reason For...
In January 1904, a devastating fire raged through the Norwegian seaport of Ålesund. After only 16 hours, it had destroyed 850 wooden houses, leaving more than ten thousand people homeless. Only 230 houses remained in Ålesund’s town centre after the fire was extinguished, and the townspeople set out to rebuild their city with the help of donations, passersby, and construction workers, who were in the middle of an economic depression and flocked to the town for jobs. By 1907, the town had been rebuilt in brick and modelled after a new style its citizens deemed befitting newly sovereign Norway entering the new century: Art Nouveau. Today, it is known internationally among the likes of Barcelona and Vienna as one of the world’s most concentrated Art Nouveau cities.
There are varied expressions of art nouveau throughout the city, from the German Jugendstil to the national romantic Norwegian Dragestil inspired by the stave churches of Norway’s Viking past. When strolling through the streets of Ålesund, one cannot help but be amazed by the myriad of turrets, spires, geometric windows, and intricate ornamentation ranging from animal and human faces to dragons and elaborate flowers.
Jugendstilsenteret is located in the old Swan Pharmacy from 1907 and is both a museum and a national centre of Art Nouveau. The centre offers insight into this style by means of authentic interiors and objects as well as temporary exhibitions.
The notion of Gesamtkunstwerk (total work of art) is a core principle of Art Nouveau. Architecture, design, and art are integrated to give an overall impression of harmony. This is especially true of the Pharmacy Building, where every detail was meticulously planned by architect Hagbarth Schytte-Berg. See for yourself…
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