Child
Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,
The zoo of the new
Whose names you meditate ---
April snowdrop, Indian pipe,
Little
Stalk without wrinkle,
Pool in which images
Should be grand and classical Not this troublous
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star.
Slyvia Plath
Apparition of a Butterfly
Upon a fuzzy vista – vision blurred –
I tried to focus; nothing ever solid
Came to view, but undeterred, I blinked
An eye to try again. Through the mist
A coloured hue; polychromatic flames
Had flickered at a whim; a rhythm bore
A thrumming too: a naturalistic hymn.
Behold! Were I to find a synonym to
Reproduce or recreate
The apparition of a butterfly,
Evolving through the waning vapour,
Drawing on a sigh from this romantic.
Glory be! The raging sun above
Had fired his furnace, flaming off
The hangers on. Now I saw the flare:
His time has come. He spread a tortoiseshell –
A scene of Mother Nature at her best.
I lay in peace in knowing I was blessed.
Mark R Slaughter 2009
Thanks for posting those poems MG and freckle I did enjoy them
As I passed Dove cottage on my way up to the Helvellyn race on Sunday here's a beautiful sonnet from the lakeland poet himself
I Watch, And Long Have Watched, With Calm Regret
I watch, and long have watched, with calm regret
Yon slowly-sinking star, immortal Sire
(So might he seem) of all the glittering quire!
Blue ether still surrounds him, yet, and yet;
But now the horizon's rocky parapet
Is reached, where, forfeiting his bright attire,
He burns, transmuted to a dusky fire,
Then pays submissively the appointed debt
To the flying moments, and is seen no more.
Angels and gods! We struggle with our fate,
While health, power, glory, from their height decline,
Depressed; and then extinguished; and our state,
In this, how different, lost Star, from thine,
That no to-morrow shall our beams restore!
William Wordsworth
This is really lovely MG, you keep introducing me to new poets, I will have to look this guy up, thank youOriginally Posted by Mountain Goatess
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Thanks for posting those poems MG and freckle I did enjoy them
As I passed Dove cottage on my way up to the Helvellyn race on Sunday here's a beautiful sonnet from the lakeland poet himself
I Watch, And Long Have Watched, With Calm Regret
I watch, and long have watched, with calm regret
Yon slowly-sinking star, immortal Sire
(So might he seem) of all the glittering quire!
Blue ether still surrounds him, yet, and yet;
But now the horizon's rocky parapet
Is reached, where, forfeiting his bright attire,
He burns, transmuted to a dusky fire,
Then pays submissively the appointed debt
To the flying moments, and is seen no more.
Angels and gods! We struggle with our fate,
While health, power, glory, from their height decline,
Depressed; and then extinguished; and our state,
In this, how different, lost Star, from thine,
That no to-morrow shall our beams restore!
William Wordsworth
i like the sadness and inevitability conveyed in the metaphor of this poem....he was a bit of a genius wasn't he? ......thanks Alf
I found this very special Michael Rosen poem written to celebrate 60 years of the NHS and with a view to increasing the awareness and understanding of the NHS amongst children....i think it is really quite moving
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/7764884.stm
Last edited by freckle; 01-06-2010 at 08:34 PM.
in a michael rosen type of mood...
Hand on the bridge
Hand on the bridge,
Feel the rhythm of the train.
Hand on the window
Feel the rhythm of the rain.
Hand on your throat
Feel the rhythm of your talk
Hand on your leg
Feel the rhythm of your walk
Hand in the sea
Feel the rhythm of the tide
Hand on your heart
Feel the rhythm inside
Hand on the rhythm
Feel the rhythm of the rhyme
Hand on your life
Feel the rhythm of time
Hand on your life
Feel the rhythm of time
Hand on you life
Feel the rhythm of time.
Michael Rosen is wonderful. The NHS poem was so lovingly written it was delightful.
Mistress of the Fells
She strokes as I stride the Gable
Guides me away from tourtured fables
Her soft touch raising spirits and knees
My mistress of the fells
Her lure a summer dawn from the cairn
Like eyes transfixed on an endless gain
I beckon to her long reaching embrace
My mistress of the fells
Shes on you mind from rise to fall
Hazy focus the sight of dusk cruel
I wish this day would never end
My mistress of the fells
Gifts of hydration an ever lasting flow
Vistas of beauty, a mind seed to sow
A lustful take of her curves and warmth
My mistress of the fells
I drift away, back to the grind
A loosening of our precious bind
But ill be back swift and sure
My mistress of the fells
By Roy Scott
That's lovely Roy.
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