Today's poet

[stevefoster]

Great things happen when men and mountains meet,
That is not done by jostling in the street.
Read it in a book once, not sure where its comes from.

[freckle]

Great things happen when men and mountains meet,
That is not done by jostling in the street.
Read it in a book once, not sure where its comes from.

good evening!

some very good stuff on here today....

think that qoute is william blake but not sure where from exactly

[stevefoster]

Good evening!
Enjoying this thread

[sheep]

I want to recommend 'Ice House' by Anne Michaels. It is written from the perspective of Kathleen Scott, a sculptor and the wife of Robert Falcon Scott and inspired by the journals that they kept for each other whilst he was in Antarctica. His was discovered after his death and in it he had written 'give this to my wife' and then crossed out wife and put 'widow'. I think it is beautiful and you can read it here http://www.randomhouse.com/catalog/d...9&view=excerpt

The bit where she writes:

Mid sea, a month our of range
of the wireless;
on my way to you. Floating
between landfalls,
between one hemisphere and another.
Between the words
"wife" and "widow."

reminded me of the last lines of Henry Reed "Judging Distances".

[XRunner]

and the author?

Kenneth Ormiston

[freckle]

i can't keep my eyes open for much longer, here is my final offering for the night, one of my favourite poems which many of you will be familiar with I am sure...looking forward to what tomorrow's thread brings....

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
e e cummings

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closesand opens;
only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

night all

[freckle]

Kenneth Ormiston

it was lovely

[sheep]

here is my final offering for the night, one of my favourite poems which many of you will be familiar with I am sure...looking forward to what tomorrow's thread brings....

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
e e cummings

Bobert certainly liked it, but he seems to have gone?

[freckle]

Bobert certainly liked it, but he seems to have gone?

eh?

[Al Fowler]

Bobert certainly liked it, but he seems to have gone?

He's someone else now.