Today's poet

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

WHERE SHE IS NOW


by: W.H. Davies

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  • http://www.poetry-archive.com/w_pic.gifHERE she is now, I cannot say--
  • The world has many a place of light:
  • Perhaps the sun's eyelashes dance On hers,
  • to give them both delight;
  • Or does she sit in some green shade,
  • And then the air, that lies above,
  • Can with a hundred pale blue eyes
  • Look through the leaves and find my Love?
  • Perhaps she dreams of life with me,
  • Her cheek upon her finger-tips:
  • O that I could leap forward now,
  • Behind her back, and with my lips
  • Break through those curls above her nape,
  • That hover close and lightly there--
  • To prove if they are substance,
  • or But shadows of her lovely hair.

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HHH this is wonderful!!!! thank you for posting it......:) "perhaps the sun's eyelashes dance on hers" great line

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Originally Posted by noel

Thanks Hes and Freckle. You really are too kind.

I'm now onto ginger wine and feel its virtues or lack of are too tricky for my poetry. Besides, I've already discussed them on the fox hunting thread.

On the subject of poetry, I defy anyone to drink a bottle and half of Leffe (75cl, not 33) and half a glass of ginger wine and not be moved to tears by this reading:
http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetrya....do?poemId=127

[smilie for enlightened sad]

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Dear Noel

thank you so much for posting this it is beautiful...i agree with Hes and Mossdog, don't be so hard on yourself!...please continue to post as I find your contributions thoughtful and interesting...:):):)

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

The winding road can
not separate us. We are
under the same stars.

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I love this HHH especially as I have been meditating on the theme of seperation...beautiful imagery :)

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

So. It looks like it's just me then, talking to myself. Well MD can't you sleep? Nope! Ah, but think on, you've got nothing on our Sylvia....


Insomniac

The night is only a sort of carbon paper,
Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars
Letting in the light, peephole after peephole ---
A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.
Under the eyes of the stars and the moon's rictus
He suffers his desert pillow, sleeplessness
Stretching its fine, irritating sand in all directions.

Over and over the old, granular movie
Exposes embarrassments--the mizzling days
Of childhood and adolescence, sticky with dreams,
Parental faces on tall stalks, alternately stern and tearful,
A garden of buggy rose that made him cry.
His forehead is bumpy as a sack of rocks.
Memories jostle each other for face-room like obsolete film stars.

He is immune to pills: red, purple, blue ---
How they lit the tedium of the protracted evening!
Those sugary planets whose influence won for him
A life baptized in no-life for a while,
And the sweet, drugged waking of a forgetful baby.
Now the pills are worn-out and silly, like classical gods.
Their poppy-sleepy colors do him no good.

His head is a little interior of grey mirrors.
Each gesture flees immediately down an alley
Of diminishing perspectives, and its significance
Drains like water out the hole at the far end.
He lives without privacy in a lidless room,
The bald slots of his eyes stiffened wide-open
On the incessant heat-lightning flicker of situations.

Nightlong, in the granite yard, invisible cats
Have been howling like women, or damaged instruments.
Already he can feel daylight, his white disease,
Creeping up with her hatful of trivial repetitions.
The city is a map of cheerful twitters now,
And everywhere people, eyes mica-silver and blank,
Are riding to work in rows, as if recently brainwashed.



Yawn. Well it's back to counting sheep I suppose.:rolleyes:
Night all. There's no one there MD. They're either still out on the razzle, baking Christmas Cake No. 2, or they were tucked up and snoring long ago.

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Damn it we need to coordinate our insomnia better Mossdog!!!!! :):D:) Great poem though...love a bit of slyvia even at this ungodly hour!...looks like i missed a really great night on the thread...nice to wake up to though!

ps the xmas cake was ok albeit a little singed round te edges!

Much busier now that it was at 4am ;):eek:

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Much busier now that it was at 4am ;):eek:

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Still readjusting then DT? bless....top ofthe morning to ya anyhoo! :)

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Originally Posted by freckle

Still readjusting then DT? bless....top ofthe morning to ya anyhoo! :)

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Slept really well Thursday night but terrible tonight!

Far too tired to write even a haiku :o

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Slept really well Thursday night but terrible tonight!

Far too tired to write even a haiku :o

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Ah bless ya....sometimes it gets like that and we have to consume rather than produce!!!!.....i will be shattered later but enjoying this time in the morning now....this seemed relevant....

Happiness
Raymond Carver

So early it's still almost dark out. I'm near the window with coffee,
and the usual early morning stuff that passes for thought.

When I see the boy and his friendwalking up the roadto deliver the newspaper.

They wear caps and sweaters,and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.

They are so happythey aren't saying anything, these boys.

I think if they could, they would take each other's arm.

It's early in the morning,and they are doing this thing together.

They come on, slowly.The sky is taking on light,though the moon still hangs pale over the water.

Such beauty that for a minute death and ambition, even love,doesn't enter into this.

Happiness. It comes on unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,any early morning talk about it.:):):)

Nice gentle quote freckle :)

I'm hoping that producing, then consuming a good strong mug of tea might perk me up :cool:

6pm with Jo Jo

Oats and brown sugar
Sitting quietly with you
Equally sweet