Today's poet

[freckle]

I was just thinking the same Mossy, especially the wonderful verse you find regularly

Ah yes and Mossy has been known to write a nice bit of verse...i seem to recall a very good one called a runners prayer?

[Harry H Howgill]

I agree. What a beautifully written and 'strong' poem TM. But raises the question......

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

From Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem In Memoriam:27

Any thoughts on this issues, poems to challenge/support this proposition?

Absolutely! Far better!

You've got to risk it for a biscuit.

[Mossdog]

i love that poem.... i guess what your question is pertaining to is the risk associated with falling in love with someone, and one of the major risks is losing them and the associated pain...that made me think about the following poem which has been posted before...i find it very moving.....

Time does not bring relief

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go - so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, 'There is no memory of him here!'
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.


Edna St Vincent Millay (1892 -1950)

Yes, I remember you posting that one before, it's so very moving - wasn't she referring to Scott (of the Antarctic that is)? Of a similar vein, but in my opinion far less eloquent is this...(it's a bit too affected 'me thinks' (sorry for that affectation too!) and not written from the integrity of feeling that characterized Edna's poem, but maybe I'm doing Kit a disservice!).

Seek Not My Heart
by Kit McCallum
Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?

Below the branches, here about,
Do not you sense my fear and doubt?
Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,
Do not you hear my woeful screams?

Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Do not you see my hearts a'skew?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
Do not you feel my jagged scars?

Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,
For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees.

It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by heartfelt sighs.
It's drifting o're the gentle rain,
A symbol of my silent pain.

It's buried 'neath the meadow fair,
Conjoined with all the sorrow there.
It's lost among the stars this night,
Too far to ease my quiet fright.

No gentle winds, seek not my heart,
For simply ... it has torn apart.

[Hes]

Absolutely! Far better!

You've got to risk it for a biscuit.

Risk it for the biscuit??? HHH, you can always be relied on to offer nuggats of profound wisdom in a humourous package!!

[Mossdog]

Absolutely! Far better!

You've got to risk it for a biscuit.

but only, only, if its for a Custard Cream HHH

[Hes]

Yes, I remember you posting that one before, it's so very moving - wasn't she referring to Scott (of the Antarctic that is)? Of a similar vein, but in my opinion far less eloquent is this...(it's a bit too affected 'me thinks' (sorry for that affectation too!) and not written from the integrity of feeling that characterized Edna's poem, but maybe I'm doing Kit a disservice!).
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No that was Anne Michaels in Ice House but...that is definitely one of the best and most beautiful poems about loss.

[Harry H Howgill]

Risk it for the biscuit??? HHH, you can always be relied on to offer nuggats of profound wisdom in a humourous package!!

That phrase used to be the name of a quiz on a local radio station in Scotland when I lived up there. It kind of stuck in my head. It isn't one I use every day!

[Mossdog]

Risk it for the biscuit??? HHH, you can always be relied on to offer nuggats of profound wisdom in a humourous package!!

Um, shouldn't that be 'nougats' Hes?

[Hes]

http://crookedshore.wordpress.com/20...anne-michaels/

It can be found above.

[Mossdog]

No that was Anne Michaels in Ice House but...that is definitely one of the best and most beautiful poems about loss.

Oophs! I stand corrected. Thanks Hes.