Today's poet

[N-dubya]

Good Morning poets Been a couple of days since I made a post. Started a new post grad project (it's almost a job) BEGAD SIR! A job surely not.

Tri mind your really exploring the darkness at the moment.

Ive got loads of stuff I want to say, but thanks to all for inspiring me to use words again. So he's one

Working life

We are growing older every day
Squandering nearly every one
Some of us our wishing the years away
Until it is almost gone

Working ourselves into a grave
Saving the money but never the time
Retiring after our pensionable age
our working life is always a climb

[N-dubya]

RUBBING SHOULDERS WITH CELEBRITY POETS

Did anyone watch the excellent documentary about the poem, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. It was on BBC 2 earlier in the year. I can't remember the bloke who presented it, but he has a very distinctive voice. Anyway I was on holiday in St Ives and I heard a distinctive voice I thought I recognised I turned round and there he was a celebrity poet whose name escapes me.

[XRunner]

what was all the morse code about, please someone elaborate!

That dashing fellow, Harry "The Hare" Howgill", was being rather dotty

[freckle]

Good Morning poets Been a couple of days since I made a post. Started a new post grad project (it's almost a job) BEGAD SIR! A job surely not.

Tri mind your really exploring the darkness at the moment.

Ive got loads of stuff I want to say, but thanks to all for inspiring me to use words again. So he's one

Working life

We are growing older every day
Squandering nearly every one
Some of us our wishing the years away
Until it is almost gone

Working ourselves into a grave
Saving the money but never the time
Retiring after our pensionable age
our working life is always a climb

I really liked this Neil, I can totally realte to it....not sure who that famous poet was!...x runner you are as elusive as ever!

[N-dubya]

Since posting about the famous poet I thought i'd google "Sir Gawain and The Green Knight BBC2" The famous poet was Simon Armitage

[freckle]

Since posting about the famous poet I thought i'd google "Sir Gawain and The Green Knight BBC2" The famous poet was Simon Armitage

Oooo now he is famous!!!!!

[freckle]

And do you think that love itself

And do you think that love itself,
Living in such an ugly house,
Can prosper long?
We meet and part;
Our talk is all of heres and nows,
Our conduct likewise; in no act
Is any future, any past;
Under our sly, unspoken pact,
I KNOW with whom I saw you last,
But I say nothing; and you know
At six-fifteen to whom I go—
Can even love be treated so?

I KNOW, but I do not insist,
Having stealth and tact, thought not enough,
What hour your eye is on your wrist.

No wild appeal, no mild rebuff
Deflates the hour, leaves the wine flat—

Yet if YOU drop the picked-up book
To intercept my clockward look—
Tell me, can love go on like that?

Even the bored, insulted heart,
That signed so long and tight a lease,
Can BREAK it CONTRACT, slump in peace.

Edna St. Vincent Millay </B>

[Harry H Howgill]

Oooo now he is famous!!!!!

Now even I''ve heard of Simon Armitage.

I don't think I've ever met a poet!

[Harry H Howgill]

That dashing fellow, Harry "The Hare" Howgill", was being rather dotty

I'm a lesser spotted Hare these days I'll have you know.

[Mossdog]

And do you think that love itself

And do you think that love itself,
Living in such an ugly house,
Can prosper long?
We meet and part;
Our talk is all of heres and nows,
Our conduct likewise; in no act
Is any future, any past;
Under our sly, unspoken pact,
I KNOW with whom I saw you last,
But I say nothing; and you know
At six-fifteen to whom I go—
Can even love be treated so?

I KNOW, but I do not insist,
Having stealth and tact, thought not enough,
What hour your eye is on your wrist.

No wild appeal, no mild rebuff
Deflates the hour, leaves the wine flat—

Yet if YOU drop the picked-up book
To intercept my clockward look—
Tell me, can love go on like that?

Even the bored, insulted heart,
That signed so long and tight a lease,
Can BREAK it CONTRACT, slump in peace.

Edna St. Vincent Millay </B>

Oh dear. Another sad poem? About infidelity, perhaps? But rather poignant all the same, and seems to beautifully evoke the inevitable hollowness of such temporality circumscribed affairs. However, I'll try and find something a bit more 'upbeat' tonight. Thanks F.