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    Quote Originally Posted by freckle View Post
    Poem written in the street on a rainy evening
    Brain Pattern

    Everything I lost was found again.
    I tasted wine in my mouth.
    My heart was like a firefly; it moved
    Through the darkest objects laughing.

    There were enough reasons why this was happening
    But I never stopped to think about them.
    I could have said it was your face,
    Could have said I'd drunk something idiotic,

    But no one reason was sufficient,
    No one reason was relevant;
    My joy was gobbled up by dull surroundings
    But there was enough of it.

    A feast was spread; a world
    Was suddenly made edible.
    And there was forever to taste it.
    and a very tasty poem freckle, well done

    AT MIDNIGHT

    Now at last I have come to see what life is,
    Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun,
    And the bare victories that seem so splendid
    Are never really won.

    Even love that I built my spirit's house for,
    Comes like a brooding and baffled guest,
    And music and men's praise and even laughter
    Are not so good as rest.

    Sarah Teasdale

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    Quote Originally Posted by Alf View Post
    and a very tasty poem freckle, well done

    AT MIDNIGHT

    Now at last I have come to see what life is,
    Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun,
    And the bare victories that seem so splendid
    Are never really won.

    Even love that I built my spirit's house for,
    Comes like a brooding and baffled guest,
    And music and men's praise and even laughter
    Are not so good as rest.

    Sarah Teasdale
    Why dear Alf you keep late hours these days? I love Sara Teasdale and this a very good choice...i think there is a lot to be said for the idea that with every ending, however painful, is a new beginning......................:-)

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    I enjoyed the Sarah Teasdale too. I love your new signature freckle
    Poacher turned game-keeper

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    Quote Originally Posted by Derby Tup View Post
    I enjoyed the Sarah Teasdale too. I love your new signature freckle
    thnx DT!

    hey i just stumbled across this...very friday night! ...i think i should have been born a pre raphaelite :wink:

    i am in the mood for a wedding.....any fell poets out there tying the knot?


    SUDDEN LIGHT
    ~ By Dante Gabriel Rossetti ~

    I have been here before,
    But when or how I cannot tell;
    I know the grass beyond the door,
    The sweet keen smell,
    The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

    You have been mine before,
    How long ago I may not know:
    But just when at that swallow's soar
    Your neck turned so,
    Some veil did fall, - - I knew it all of yore.

    Has this been thus before?
    And shall not thus time's eddying flight
    Still with our lives our love restore
    In death's despite,
    And day and night yield one delight once more?

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    Quote Originally Posted by freckle View Post
    Why dear Alf you keep late hours these days? I love Sara Teasdale and this a very good choice...i think there is a lot to be said for the idea that with every ending, however painful, is a new beginning......................:-)
    Yes you are right freckle, it is a bit late for me But its an afternoon start at Weasdale tomorrow so I can have a bit of a lie in tomorrow

    Nite all

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    Quote Originally Posted by Alf View Post
    Yes you are right freckle, it is a bit late for me But its an afternoon start at Weasdale tomorrow so I can have a bit of a lie in tomorrow

    Nite all
    Ah the voice of a true athlete! have a good race Alf na night x

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    If I Could Tell You

    Time will say nothing but I told you so,
    Time only knows the price we have to pay;
    If I could tell you I would let you know.

    If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
    If we should stumble when musicians play,
    Time will say nothing but I told you so.

    There are no fortunes to be told, although,
    Because I love you more than I can say,
    If I could tell you I would let you know.

    The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
    There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
    Time will say nothing but I told you so.

    Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
    The vision seriously intends to stay;
    If I could tell you I would let you know.

    Suppose all the lions get up and go,
    And all the brooks and soldiers run away;
    Will Time say nothing but I told you so?
    If I could tell you I would let you know.

    W.H. Auden

    my interpretation of this is that only time can truely reveal our mistakes, we can't predict them and it isn't easy for others to "let us know"
    Last edited by freckle; 21-08-2010 at 10:33 PM.

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    Here is an early hare and hounds (cross-county) verse I uncovered today:

    The Wights o' London.

    With faces long and leary,
    That allowed how much they "knowed"
    With bags of paper, two men,
    Ran down a country road.

    They sought the worst of tillage,
    But cleanly picked their way,
    For toiling far behind them,
    The pack was miles away.

    Oh dirty crew from London,
    Of hues from grey to brown,
    What mud you'll carry on you,
    when you return to town.

    The run was long and dreary,
    And wearily they strode,
    O'er fields both ploughed and grassy,
    Along the muddy road.

    The tall man looked quite worn,
    He was neither blithe nor gay.
    The rest were in the distance,
    He didn't know the way.

    "Oh cruel hares, I'm undone,
    I should say I'm done brown
    The hedges, I can't leap them
    would I were back in town".

    "La Cigale",
    from The Midland Athlete
    2 November 1881.
    Last edited by XRunner; 21-08-2010 at 11:07 PM.

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    Quote Originally Posted by XRunner View Post
    Here is an early hare and hounds (cross-county) verse I uncovered today:

    The Wights o' London.

    With faces long and leary,
    That allowed how much they "knowed"
    With bags of paper, two men,
    Ran down a country road.

    They sought the worst of tillage,
    But cleanly picked their way,
    For toiling far behind them,
    The pack was miles away.

    Oh dirty crew from London,
    Of hues from grey to brown,
    What mud you'll carry on you,
    when you return to town.

    The run was long and dreary,
    And wearily they strode,
    O'er fields both ploughed and grassy,
    Along the muddy road.

    The tall man looked quite worn,
    He was neither blithe nor gay.
    The rest were in the distance,
    He didn't know the way.

    "Oh cruel hares, I'm undone,
    I should say I'm done brown
    The hedges, I can't leap them
    would I were back in town".

    "La Cigale",
    from The Midland Athlete
    2 November 1881.

    Great stuff X Runner!

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    Re: Today's poet

    Seems the National Trust are launching another one of those 'Britain's favourite....'.This time it's landscape poetry - rather than colour.I'll investigate a bit more - but I suspect it will be Wordsworth .

    Here's to more hares in the meantime ! By Vivien Jones.

    HARE

    It was a sloping field
    tipped towards the sea,
    the breeze blew
    along the ground,
    cooling my bare legs.

    My foot was nearly down,
    poised at the point where
    weight shifts forward.
    I may have heard
    its indrawn breath
    before
    its silk gloved paws
    glanced off my leg.
    Erupting through
    the tussocks, it shrank
    to rabbit, then mouse.

    Through the fence,
    into the sea mist,
    making a story
    for telling to children.

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