It was definately a reflection of my mood at the time but I'm ok now Mossy thanks! :thumbup:
Still a nice poem though. :)
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Aw Alf wish we had known we could have met to say hi! Funnily enough the moses trod was pointed out to me and if we had more time (and less weary legs) we would have taken it. I couldn't hep noticing that a memorial has been placed at honister which has rudyard kiplings "IF" ....it was really moving to read it in such a spectacular environment and a lovely way to remember someone.
MG- glad you are feeling better x
She raised 9 kids and had a waster of a husband who dragged her and the kids into debtors prison one time. She still found time to write a little gem like this (and many others :cool: ) and probably had a good understanding of the subject matter considering her situation.
Sonnet XXXII. To Melancholy
(Written on the banks of the Arun, Oct. 1785.)
When latest Autumn spreads her evening veil,
And the grey mists from these dim waves arise,
I love to listen to the hollow sighs,
Through the half-leafless wood that breathes the gale:
For at such hours the shadowy phantom, pale,
Oft seems to fleet before the poet's eyes;
Strange sounds are heard, and mournful melodies,
As of night wanderers, who their woes bewail
Here, by his native stream, at such an hour,
Pity's own Otway I methinks could meet,
And hear his deep sighs swell the sadden'd wind!
O Melancholy!--such thy magic power,
That to the soul these dreams are often sweet,
And sooth the pensive visionary mind!
Charlotte Smith
I like that Freckle. I do find Honister a site of contradictions and I've never resolved them, and probably never will, but that's okay. The scar and the beauty, the history and the present. It's always seemed an eventful place (the so-called infamous OMM incident, the recent air tragedy). And yes, you're right, the gift of Buttermere and that strange. stone dale to descent thro. Spent many a night wild camping near there too an in Dubs hut and wandscale bothy. It's the final pull for the BG too and the cut off for Borrowdale - lots of tension and ghosts there for many!
On another matter, has anyone else noticed the change on this website, that means you have to log in each time you visit? Or is it just me!!!
Not new to this thread, but I just felt like a bit of CB and this is one of my favourites.
Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame
some dogs who sleep At night
must dream of bones
and I remember your bones
in flesh
and best
in that dark green dress
and those high-heeled bright
black shoes,
you always cursed when you drank,
your hair coming down you
wanted to explode out of
what was holding you:
rotten memories of a
rotten
past, and
you finally got
out
by dying,
leaving me with the
rotten
present;
you've been dead
28 years
yet I remember you
better than any of
the rest;
you were the only one
who understood
the futility of the
arrangement of
life;
all the others were only
displeased with
trivial segments,
carped
nonsensically about
nonsense;
Jane, you were
killed by
knowing too much.
here's a drink
to your bones
that
this dog
still
dreams about.
Charles Bukowski
Just watched 'The Man with two brains' tonight, love that film:thumbup:
The Pointy Birds
The Pointy Birds are Pointy, Pointy,
Anoint my head,
Anointy Nointy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nU4RD2f2BnY