Artists and psychologists hey! :rolleyes:;):)
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Originally Posted by XRunner
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Artists and psychologists hey! :rolleyes:;):)
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Originally Posted by XRunner
Neil I adore this...wonderful stuff and X runner...;)......ahemQuote:
Originally Posted by neil wootton
I can't recall if I have posted this one before but it is one of my fave's...dedicated to an absent friend
Love after love
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Derek Walcott </B>
Goodbye my lost love,
We had many a snatched momement together,
We dreamed for better things,
But in the end, reality got the better of us,
No regrets, we had a good run,
But now it's time to part,
I will never forget you, see you in the next life.
For a dear friend:(
This is very poignant Merry. Hope you are ok.Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
Pain, sadness, but no regrets, i'll be fine Hes, don't worry, just felt the need to write it;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
I agree very poignant.....take care Merry big hug xQuote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
ps some of the best art comes outta pain i think ...
THE HARE
In the black furrow of a field
I saw an old witch-hare this night;
And she cocked her lissome ear,
And she eyed the moon so bright,
And she nibbled o' the green;
And I whispered 'Whsst! witch-hare,'
Away like a ghostie o'er the field
She fled, and left the moonlight there.
(Walter de la Mare, with thanks to Hes for the inspiration)
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Originally Posted by XRunner
Thank you so much XRunner, I haven't come across this one before. It's lovely. My series of 12 small hare prints was inspired by this translation of a 15th century hunting poem. If the hunter can recite all 72 bames for the hare, it will be delivered into his power. Didn't like the hunting bit but loved the names:
The Names of the Hare
translated from middle English by Seamus Heaney
The hare, call him scotart,
big-fellow, bouchart,
the O'Hare, the jumper,
the rascal, the racer.
The wimount, the messer,
the skidaddler, the nibbler,
the ill-met, the slabber.
The quick-scut, the dew-flirt,
the grass-biter, the goibert,
the home-late, the do-the-dirt.
The starer, the wood-cat,
the purblind, the furze cat,
the skulker, the bleary-eyed,
the wall-eyed, the glance-aside
and also the hedge-springer.
The stubble-stag, the long lugs,
the stook-deer, the frisky legs,
the wild one, the skipper,
the hug-the-ground, the lurker,
the race-the-wind, the skiver,
the shadow-shifter, the hedge-squatter,
the dew-hammer, the dew-hoppper,
the sit-tight, the grass-bounder,
the jig-foot, the earth-sitter,
the light-foot, the fern-sitter,
the kail-stag, the herb-cropper.
The creep-along, the sitter-still,
the pintail, the ring-the-hill,
the sudden start, the shake-the-heart,
the belly-white, the lambs-in-flight.
The snuff-the-ground, the baldy skull,
(his chief name is scoundrel!)
Seamus Heaney gave us a wonderful afternoon of poetry reading when I was at school.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hester Cox
Will we see a print of a hare called the Scotart, Hes?
Are there 72 names of the hare in the poem?
If you produce all 72 prints of the Hare, will its power be delivered into you?