Great choice Hes ! :cool::D
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this is my summer solstice choice...not directly linked, more of a tonal thing!
Wild Strawberries
Helen Dunmore
What I get, I bring home to you:
a dark handful, sweet-edged,
dissolving in one mouthful.
I bother to bring them for you
though they’re so quickly over,
pulpless, sliding to juice
a grainy rub on the tongue
and the taste’s gone. If you remember
we were in the woods at wild strawberry-time
and I was making a basket of dock-leaves
to hold what you’d picked,
but the cold leaves unplaited themselves
and slid apart, and again unplaited themselves
until I gave up and ate wild strawberries
out of your hands for sweetness.
I licked at your palm:
the little salt-edge there,
the tang of money you’d handled.
As we stayed in the woods, hidden,
we heard the sound system below us
calling the winners at Chepstow,
faint as the breeze turned.
The sun came out on us, the shade blotches
went hazel: we heard names
bubble like stock-doves over the woods
as jockeys in stained silks gentled
those sweat-dark, shuddering horses
down to the walk.
a half moon rises
yet still gilding scything swifts
the midsummer sun
Nice haiku Hes. Still some swifts around last night above the village but they wont be around much longer :(
The tree is here, still, in pure stone,
in deep evidence, in solid beauty,
layered, through a hundred million years.
Agate, cornelian, gemstone
transmuted the timber and sap
until damp corruptions
fissured the giant's trunk
fusing a parallel being:
the living leaves
unmade themselves
and when the pillar was overthrown
fire in the forest, blaze of the dust-cloud,
celestial ashes mantled it round,
until time, and the lava, created
this gift, of translucent stone.
Pablo Neruda
I just realised that I hadn't posted the details of the Dufton campsite for all the fell poets off to teh Armitage gig. Here you are:
Dufton Hall Farm Campsite, the owner is Margaret Howe and her email is [email protected]
the phone number is 017683 51573