Last edited by Harry H Howgill; 14-01-2010 at 10:19 PM.
Cheers HHH and good evening! I'm a bit chuffed to have posted the 4000th post although my logic tells me that it is just a number and no different in significance from 3999 or 4001. However, I'm not always logical (big surprise) and so I will remain pleased. I have just been looking up Rainer Maria Rilke...brilliant stuff. Here is one to whet your appetite:
Entrance
Whoever you are: step out in to the evening
out of your living room, where everything is so known;
your house stands as the last thing before great space:
Whoever you are.
With your eyes, which in their fatigue can just barely
free themselves from the worn-out thresholds,
very slowly, lift a single black tree
and place it against the sky, slender and alone.
With this you have made the world. And it is large
and like a word that is still ripening in silence.
And, just as your will grasps their meaning,
they in turn will let go, delicately, of your eyes . . .
they've been translated from German and the originals rhyme.
And another:
Evening
Slowly the evening changes into the clothes
held for it by a row of ancient trees;
you look: and two worlds grow separate from you,
one ascending to heaven, another, that falls;
and leave you, belonging not wholly to either one,
not quite as dark as the house that remains silent,
not quite as certainly sworn to eternity
as that which becomes star each night and rises—
and leave you (unsayably to disentangle) your life
with all its immensity and fear and great ripening,
so that, all but bounded, all but understood,
it is by turns stone in you and star.
better nip off and do some more work. See ya later.![]()
Evening Hes, hope you've had a productive day. Logic is great, but it isn't always the most fun.So let's celebrate the 4000th post! Hurrah!
I love that. Another one that will benefit from reading again. Someone once said that you can read poetry too fast, but never too slow.
It has the feeling of heading out on a headtorch run on a cold night.
I'm shattered this week, but managed a good blast out in the snow tonight. It is amazing how many trees have had their bark stripped by deer and rabbit. They must have been getting desparate with all this snow.
Glad that you liked the poem HHH. Sounds like you've had a tiring week, I hope that you aren't overdoing it. Nothing like a snowy run to wake you up though, I'm off for one tomorrow morning. The poor animals must be having a hard time getting to food, they must wonder what's hit them!
There was a bit on SnowWatch last night where they said that something like 90% of some bird species die out each winter anyhow, and that is just a normal winter! The grass is starting to come through now so some will be alright. (Apart from the one that the Buzzard got.That was quite spectacular!)
I found this just now.
http://books.google.co.uk/books?id=C...age&q=&f=false
A whole book by Margaret Atwood. I was looking to post part of one of her poems and found it. Worth a look.
I especially liked the line in "The last rational man"....
The effort of saying nothing is wearing him down