Today's poet

[N-dubya]

Hello all

I was able to see the Staffordshire hoard today AMAZING!
Quality craftsminship, I wonder what kind of apprenticeships people must have served.

[Alf]

O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

William Blake

[Hes]

Hello all

I was able to see the Staffordshire hoard today AMAZING!
Quality craftsminship, I wonder what kind of apprenticeships people must have served.

Brilliant NDubya. Are you inspired? I have really enjoyed your last few poems.

[Mountain Goatess]

Been feeling a bit low myself today....looking forward to sleep x


The Day Is Done

The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
That my soul cannot resist:
A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.
Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.
For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.
Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;
Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.
Such songs have power to quiet.
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.
Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.




Henry Longfellow

[Hes]

O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

William Blake

Great stuff, Alf.

[Hes]

Been feeling a bit low myself today....looking forward to sleep x


The Day Is Done

The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
That my soul cannot resist:
A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.
Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.
For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.
Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;
Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.
Such songs have power to quiet.
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.
Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.

Henry Longfellow

A really beautiful choice. I think you are in good company MG. I don't know your reasons for being low but there is a lot of lowness around right now! I have spent the evening on the phone consoling friends (and myself) and I have come to the conclusion that VDay may make us all feel like social lepers but actually, truly happy couples are not so numerous as we all think and single, great people are everywhere. I'm having a glass of wine (just the one mind) and am looking forward to my first fell race of 2010 tomorrow. The 14th will be about conquering hills and the start of a great running year hopefully.

[Derby Tup]

Echoes and Memories

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory -
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

[Mountain Goatess]

A really beautiful choice. I think you are in good company MG. I don't know your reasons for being low but there is a lot of lowness around right now! I have spent the evening on the phone consoling friends (and myself) and I have come to the conclusion that VDay may make us all feel like social lepers but actually, truly happy couples are not so numerous as we all think and single, great people are everywhere. I'm having a glass of wine (just the one mind) and am looking forward to my first fell race of 2010 tomorrow. The 14th will be about conquering hills and the start of a great running year hopefully.

I've just had a strange day. Have not set foot out of the door and felt a bit under the weather which I think mainly stems from never getting a full night's sleep. I'm not really bothered about Valentine's Day...my hubby is working away.
This time of year always gets to me, Jan to March, it's so dull! I need to feel the sun on my face!
I should have been doing Castleton Beacon tomorrow but got no babysitter. I guess I feel a little trapped. Not getting out running much lately...my free spirit is lost!
I've got my little darling Yvie though and wouldn't change that for the world...she truly is a gem x
Lots of luck for your race tomorrow, hope you enjoy x

[Hes]

Echoes and Memories

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory -
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

Percy Bussche Shelley

Good old Percy Bish. Odours are what gets me...they are amazing for taking you back in time...I got a whiff of some passing guy's aftershave the other day and was transported back to being sixteen and having a little canoodle with a Glaswegian whom I couldn't understand a word of but thought was immensely cool. It made me blush and chuckle!

canoodle...where does that word originate from? Inuit?

[Derby Tup]

Good old Percy Bish. Odours are what gets me...they are amazing for taking you back in time...I got a whiff of some passing guy's aftershave the other day and was transported back to being sixteen and having a little canoodle with a Glaswegian whom I couldn't understand a word of but thought was immensely cool. It made me blush and chuckle!

canoodle...where does that word originate from? Inuit?

One of my mum's expressions, 'kissing and canoodling'! Nice little tale Hes; made me smile!