Gosh that is so beautiful it nearly took my breath away, thank you so much for posting DT
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I am sure this has been posted before but this morning seems to fit it particularly well :)
The year's at the spring
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillside's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His Heaven;
All's right with the world!
- Robert Browning
Now for brekkies then off for a little run round Midgley Moor :D
Midgley Moor
Heather tripping
Lace snagging
Rock stubbing
Bog plunging
Ditch diving
Skin scratching
Muscle sapping
Lung bursting
Can't stop grinning
Midgley!
Carol Ann Duffy
'Rapture' poem collection
is the book Mossy
:D
i saw a carol duffy book of love poems today which i really fancied the cover was gorgeous, unfortunately it was about 15 quid in waterstones...no wonder borders went out of business...just a bit much i think...anyhoo......
i love this guy, he is such a drama queen (bit like me), i am off out for the night so have a good one all....
I Arise From Dreams Of Thee
Perce Byce Shelley
I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Has led me -- who knows how? --
To thy chamber-window, sweet!
The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream, --
The champak odors fall
Like sweet thoughts in a dream,
The nightingale's complaint,
It dies upon her heart,
As I must die on thine,
O, beloved as thou art!
O, lift me from the grass!
I die, I faint, I fall!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale,
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My Heart beats loud and fast
Oh! press it close to thine again,
Where it will break at last!
Although not a poem as such i really like the words to this song,quite uplifting and relevent.
Dan Auerbach-Going Home
I've spent too long away from home
Did all the things I could have done
Gone are the days of endless thrills
I know I'm not the only one
So long, I'm goin', goin' home...
I saw the streets all ripe with jewels
Balconies and the laundry lines
They tried to make me welcome there
But their streets did not feel like mine
So long, I'm goin', goin' home...
I want the sun to hit my face
Through oak trees in the open lot
Forget about the things you want
Be thankful for what all you got
So long, I'm goin', goin' home...
Inspired by, not copied;) And for them that dunt remember...................http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F7vfl5iRueU:cool:
That's the wise thrush; he sings each note twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!
Robert Browning
nice...........................;)
Occassionally I think I can dwell too much on the past, I sometimes need to remind myself that life is very very short and that the future is what we make of it...live for the day and all that (especially the sunny ones like today!)...i really like this poem a lot, it makes me think about love and loss and the need to cherish those who are important to us while we still can.....
Sunlight on the garden
Louis MacNeice
The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold,
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.
Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
Sonnets and birds descend;
And soon, my friend,
We shall have no time for dances.
The sky was good for flying
Defying the church bells
And every evil iron
Siren and what it tells:
The earth compels,We are dying,
Egypt, dying
And not expecting pardon,
Hardened in heart anew,
But glad to have sat under
Thunder and rain with you,
And grateful too
For sunlight on the garden.
What is wealth?
Sonnet 29
William Shakespeare
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
I was listening to Johnathan Ross and he had Rufus Wainwright on who sung one of Shakespeares Sonnets to his own music. It was really good.
Barden Bridge, Wharfedale
dippers and grey wagtails
no sand martins, yet
ghostly near full moon
appears in springtime sky
over Simon's Seat
Grimworth Reservoir
curlew, widgeon and redshanks
birdwatching delights
:)
You should check out Nitin Sawhney's 'Waiting'...very beautiful.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVa32kbICiA
Saw that Browning a while ago and loved it. Was reminded when came across it again quoted in Rapture :cool:
Think I'll have to read the whole poem. I'm desperate to write some haiku based on today's race at Blakey Blitz but words are failing me....hope to come back with some!
This is so cool Hes thanks for posting......off to get the sonnet now....i was going to do blakey blitz but something else turned up! hope you had a fab time :)
here we are...
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies not plenty;
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Live for today eh?
Oh my lord!!!!!!!!!!!.....4 weeks!!!!!!..........Ian Brown's FEAR track springs to mind....can't wait to meet up with all inspite of almost inevitable pain in the process (of running the thing i mean!!!!)
anyhoo...herakles thanks for pointing out the rufus wainwright thing....i wonder if it was this one?...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CYd2KlRX4Vs
The price of knowledge.
I drift through this twisted circus,
That they call life,
Only really able speak of things,
When the sands of time,
Are running away from me,
To there end,
Oh how i wish to bear the curse,
Of the vampire,
The feast of crimson lifeblood,
Worth the pain and guilt,
So i could learn so much,
Feel natures life flow,
See man for what he truly is,
And know who the real monster is.
By Herakles.