Today's poet

Sonnet 75: So are you to my thoughts as food to life

So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure;
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then bettered that the world may see my pleasure;
Sometimes all full with feasting on your sight,
And by and by clean starvèd for a look;
Possessing or pursuing no delight
Save what is had, or must from you be took.
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
Or gluttoning on all, or all away.

William Shakespeare

Regarding XRunner's post....I'm not sure but it has my hairdo! :)

I like this very much Mossy and don't think I've read it before even though I'm a big Neruda fan. Thanks for posting it.

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

Well done HHH and Hes, clearly the Dufton environs proved to be extremely inspirational.


Sonnet LXXV

Here are the house, the sea, the flag.
We wander past other long fences.
We couldn't find the gate, nor the sound
of our absence - as if dead.

At last the house opens its silence,
we enter, step over abandoned stuff,
dead rats, empty farewells,
the water that wept the pipes.

It wept, the house - wept day and night;
it whimpered with spiders, ajar,
it fell apart, with its darkened eyes -

and now, abruptly, we return it to life,
we settle in, and it does not recognise us:
it has to bloom and has forgotten how.

Pablo Neruda

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These are brilliant HHH!! I forgot to include the aeroplane incident in my poem so i'm glad you've written a haiku about it and I'm not sure how graceful that dive was but it certainly made me laugh! :)

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Frankly I don't know how I'm going to follow Hes's great epic, and I'm struggling to string a sentence together so I've resorted to a haiku or two...

Graffitied Swaledales;
Sodden, sporting pissed-off stares.
“What you looking at?”

What’s the etiquette
when your dog shags the leg of
a famous poet?

Playing aeroplanes.
Oops, we’re being videoed
In a force nine gale.

Lone boot tops snow pole
raising the question; did they
hop off the dark fell?

Walking five abreast
One fell poet disappears
With a graceful dive

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Frankly I don't know how I'm going to follow Hes's great epic, and I'm struggling to string a sentence together so I've resorted to a haiku or two...

Graffitied Swaledales;
Sodden, sporting pissed-off stares.
“What you looking at?”

What’s the etiquette
when your dog shags the leg of
a famous poet?

Playing aeroplanes.
Oops, we’re being videoed
In a force nine gale.

Lone boot tops snow pole
raising the question; did they
hop off the dark fell?

Walking five abreast
One fell poet disappears
With a graceful dive

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Brilliant stuff Harry, I loved pretending to be an aereoplane for a bit!

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

Well done HHH and Hes, clearly the Dufton environs proved to be extremely inspirational.


Sonnet LXXV

Here are the house, the sea, the flag.
We wander past other long fences.
We couldn't find the gate, nor the sound
of our absence - as if dead.

At last the house opens its silence,
we enter, step over abandoned stuff,
dead rats, empty farewells,
the water that wept the pipes.

It wept, the house - wept day and night;
it whimpered with spiders, ajar,
it fell apart, with its darkened eyes -

and now, abruptly, we return it to life,
we settle in, and it does not recognise us:
it has to bloom and has forgotten how.

Pablo Neruda

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I loved this Mossy, very moving and quite relevant to me at the minute! I also identified with the sentiment in the shakespeare too! ;-)

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

Sonnet 75: So are you to my thoughts as food to life

So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure;
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then bettered that the world may see my pleasure;
Sometimes all full with feasting on your sight,
And by and by clean starvèd for a look;
Possessing or pursuing no delight
Save what is had, or must from you be took.
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
Or gluttoning on all, or all away.

William Shakespeare

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Two great choices there of sonnets Mossy :cool:


I, too


I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.

Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed--

I, too, am America.

Langston Hughes

The limerick

A lyrical running quartet
Out from a campsite in Dufton did set
Over Great Dunn Fell
In weather from hell
Til a wandering poet they met.


The Haiku

Did I overstep the mark?
mused Floyd, releasing
the famous one's leg

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Originally Posted by Old Whippet

The limerick

A lyrical running quartet
Out from a campsite in Dufton did set
Over Great Dunn Fell
In weather from hell
Til a wandering poet they met.


The Haiku

Did I overstep the mark?
mused Floyd, releasing
the famous one's leg

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your a genius, did you know that already ? :thumbup:

EXCLUSION

The soul selects her own society,
Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Obtrude no more.

Unmoved, she notes the chariot's pausing
At her low gate;
Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling
Upon her mat.

I've known her from an ample nation
Choose one;
Then close the valves of her attention
Like stone.

Emily Dickinson