Today's poet

[freckle]

Moss...it is indeed lovely..... thank you !

here's another one in the same vein.....

Country Girl
George Mackay Brown

I make seven circles, my love
For your good breaking.
I make the gray circle of bread
And the circle of ale
And I drive the butter round in a golden ring
And I dance when you fiddle
And I turn my face with the turning sun till your
feet come in from the field.
My lamp throws a circle of light,
Then you lie for an hour in the hot unbroken
circle of my arms.

think we need to develop a FRF poem anthology with illustrations by a forumite....Hes where are you when we need ya? ..... then all we gotta do is find a publisher!

[freckle]

All I ask is a snowy day and sunny day with the white clouds flying

And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long race is over.[/QUOTE]

Another fantastic poem X Runner ! Very evocative............thanx

[emmilou]

Passionby Charlotte Bronte

Some have won a wild delight,
By daring wilder sorrow;
Could I gain thy love to-night,
I'd hazard death to-morrow.
Could the battle-struggle earn
One kind glance from thine eye,
How this withering heart would burn,
The heady fight to try!
Welcome nights of broken sleep,
And days of carnage cold,
Could I deem that thou wouldst weep
To hear my perils told.
Tell me, if with wandering bands
I roam full far away,
Wilt thou to those distant lands
In spirit ever stray?
Wild, long, a trumpet sounds afar;
Bid me--bid me go
Where Seik and Briton meet in war,
On Indian Sutlej's flow.
Blood has dyed the Sutlej's waves
With scarlet stain, I know;
Indus' borders yawn with graves,
Yet, command me go!
Though rank and high the holocaust
Of nations steams to heaven,
Glad I'd join the death-doomed host,
Were but the mandate given.
Passion's strength should nerve my arm,
Its ardour stir my life,
Till human force to that dread charm
Should yield and sink in wild alarm,
Like trees to tempest-strife.
If, hot from war, I seek thy love,
Darest thou turn aside?
Darest thou then my fire reprove,
By scorn, and maddening pride?
No--my will shall yet control
Thy will, so high and free,
And love shall tame that haughty soul--
Yes--tenderest love for me.
I'll read my triumph in thine eyes,
Behold, and prove the change;
Then leave, perchance, my noble prize,
Once more in arms to range.
I'd die when all the foam is up,
The bright wine sparkling high;
Nor wait till in the exhausted cup
Life's dull dregs only lie.
Then Love thus crowned with sweet reward,
Hope blest with fulness large,
I'd mount the saddle, draw the sword,
And perish in the charge!

[XRunner]

Thoughts About A Bob Graham Round (Peter Travis)

I had considered such thoughts of running
fell and dale to have been severed
from my mind that once burned with hope.
But I was wrong , failure to attain
the two score and two mileage
beyond a comprehensible sanity
did not assuage the fire
that with each reading was fanned
into a burning flame which will not be quenched.

And so with eyes which scan the heart-tearing miles
that sweep the fells, I climb and run the screes,
I curse the rising steepness
I grimace at wearing pain inflicted
on my body that fights and struggles
against a force that drives it on.
All these are known to me,
for I have run these Lakeland fells
with hope that did not burgeon into reality.
My mind will not be freed
from this plaguing itch of challenge.
And so, I shall exclude all else
to make this my fulfilment
I shall free my spirit among the fells,
and I shall strive, and I shall conquer.

[Mossdog]

Moss...it is indeed lovely..... thank you !

here's another one in the same vein.....

Country Girl
George Mackay Brown

I make seven circles, my love
For your good breaking.
I make the gray circle of bread
And the circle of ale
And I drive the butter round in a golden ring
And I dance when you fiddle
And I turn my face with the turning sun till your
feet come in from the field.
My lamp throws a circle of light,
Then you lie for an hour in the hot unbroken
circle of my arms.

think we need to develop a FRF poem anthology with illustrations by a forumite....Hes where are you when we need ya? ..... then all we gotta do is find a publisher!

That's marvelous Freckle. I only discovered GMBrown earlier this year - he was clearly a man 'in touch' with the wild islands and heaving seas.

[freckle]

My mind will not be freed
from this plaguing itch of challenge.
And so, I shall exclude all else
to make this my fulfilment
I shall free my spirit among the fells,
and I shall strive, and I shall conquer.[/QUOTE]


X Runner another belter!......the phrase "I am not worthy" springs to mind.....merrylegs hope you caught that poem!

Emmilou loving the epic! espeially the end

[emmilou]

My mind will not be freed
from this plaguing itch of challenge.
And so, I shall exclude all else
to make this my fulfilment
I shall free my spirit among the fells,
and I shall strive, and I shall conquer.

X Runner another belter!......the phrase "I am not worthy" springs to mind.....merrylegs hope you caught that poem!

Emmilou loving the epic! espeially the end [/quote]

Spent a lot of hours trawling through Charlottes stuff for A levels etc, that and Chaucer

[Hes]

I'm enjoying this thread too

Hanneke, have you seen the film Il Postino? It features many Pablo Neruda poems. I have a lovely little book featuring several of them I bought after seeing the film in the mid-nineties

That is one of my favourite films! I went and visited all of Neruda's houses in Chile when I was travelling a couple years back. I have a great book called 'El libro de las preguntas' (the book of questions) which is both surreal and profound. Love his work.

[Another Team]

On the chest of a barmaid from Sale
Were tattooed the prices of ale
And on her behind
For the sake of the blind
They were also written in Braille

[freckle]

On the chest of a barmaid from Sale
Were tattooed the prices of ale
And on her behind
For the sake of the blind
They were also written in Braille

Welcome Another Team!....nice one i laughed out loud!