All I See Is You: Poems and Proses on Motherhood (Jessica Urlichs: Early Motherhood Poetry & Prose Collection Book 2)

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The aim of all is but to nurse the life With honour, wealth, and ease, in waning age; And in this aim there is such thwarting strife, That one for all, or all for one we gage; As life for honour in fell battle's rage; Honour for wealth; and oft that wealth doth cost The death of all, and all together lost. Quoth she, 'Reward not hospitality With such black payment as thou hast pretended; Mud not the fountain that gave drink to thee; Mar not the thing that cannot be amended; End thy ill aim before thy shoot be ended; He is no woodman that doth bend his bow To strike a poor unseasonable doe. Perchance his boast of Lucrece' sovereignty Suggested this proud issue of a king; For by our ears our hearts oft tainted be: Perchance that envy of so rich a thing, Braving compare, disdainfully did sting His high-pitch'd thoughts, that meaner men should vaunt That golden hap which their superiors want.

Such hazard now must doting Tarquin make, Pawning his honour to obtain his lust; And for himself himself be must forsake: Then where is truth, if there be no self-trust? All these delays are making my journey longer, but they're only like the little frosts that sometimes come in the spring. If Collatinus dream of my intent, Will he not wake, and in a desperate rage Post hither, this vile purpose to prevent? Thus I forestall thee, if thou mean to chide: Thy beauty hath ensnared thee to this night, Where thou with patience must my will abide; My will that marks thee for my earth's delight, Which I to conquer sought with all my might; But as reproof and reason beat it dead, By thy bright beauty was it newly bred.I was roughly four months postpartum when I found the title poem ‘All I See Is You’ and it was gut-wrenching, poignant, I could barely read the words out loud. My will is back'd with resolution: Thoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried; The blackest sin is clear'd with absolution; Against love's fire fear's frost hath dissolution. She beautifully united death and life in her sleep, eliminating the boundary between those two states. This poem is 8 by 10 inch and come as a PDF digital file, another A4 version in a different design comes with this purchase too.

He intended to just do it silently, but the pleading look on her face urged him to explain his reasoning. She was afraid of bad news from the army camp where her beloved Collatinus sleeps at this very moment. And why would Collatine brag about his own precious wife, when he should be protecting her from listeners who would try to steal her?

So, so,' quoth he, 'these lets attend the time, Like little frosts that sometime threat the spring, To add a more rejoicing to the prime, And give the sneaped birds more cause to sing. They'll change my family's coat of arms to represent how hard I fell in love, so that my children will have to bear the shame. This heraldry in Lucrece' face was seen, Argued by beauty's red and virtue's white Of either's colour was the other queen, Proving from world's minority their right: Yet their ambition makes them still to fight; The sovereignty of either being so great, That oft they interchange each other's seat. Jealous people love getting what they don't have—going so far as to let go of anything they do have. So let thy thoughts, low vassals to thy state'— No more,' quoth he; 'by heaven, I will not hear thee: Yield to my love; if not, enforced hate, Instead of love's coy touch, shall rudely tear thee; That done, despitefully I mean to bear thee Unto the base bed of some rascal groom, To be thy partner in this shameful doom.

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This deed will make thee only loved for fear; But happy monarchs still are fear'd for love: With foul offenders thou perforce must bear, When they in thee the like offences prove: If but for fear of this, thy will remove; For princes are the glass, the school, the book, Where subjects' eyes do learn, do read, do look.

It’s a brilliant reminder that we’re not alone, despite how lonely, sleep deprived, and difficult new motherhood can be. His own family will shake their heads at your mistake, linking your name forever with an unmentionable crime. His drumming heart cheers up his burning eye, His eye commends the leading to his hand; His hand, as proud of such a dignity, Smoking with pride, march'd on to make his stand On her bare breast, the heart of all her land; Whose ranks of blue veins, as his hand did scale, Left their round turrets destitute and pale.Without the bed her other fair hand was, On the green coverlet; whose perfect white Show'd like an April daisy on the grass, With pearly sweat, resembling dew of night. She has quite the way to capture both profound and simple aspects of early motherhood, lots of richness in these pages. The waves remind us of the Living Water that Christ is for each of us and reminds us of this imperfect woman who Christ trusted to spread the word throughout Samaria. After pursuing this moment so passionately, he realized his own impending doom, knowing that in a very short time he'd be in disgrace.