Today's poet

[Derby Tup]

I love this Mossy. Great choice

Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott

[freckle]

Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott

A great choice Mossy beautiful :-)

[freckle]

keith moon reincarnate
gashes her heed
2.5 hours in A and E
and a free teddy

bless!

[Mossdog]

keith moon reincarnate
gashes her heed
2.5 hours in A and E
and a free teddy

bless!

Oh No! Hope all is well Frecks.

Just returned from a few weeks in the Pyrennees and now off for a weeks running in Scotland, so sorry for not being able to do more than scan the last few weeks posting. Pleased the thread is going from strength to strength.

[Derby Tup]

Aye, I hope young freckle is okay too. A free teddy sounds good

Looks like you've had a good summer Mossdog

I'm off to China tomorrow. A bit of travel might re-ignite the haiku flame!

[freckle]

Oh No! Hope all is well Frecks.

Just returned from a few weeks in the Pyrennees and now off for a weeks running in Scotland, so sorry for not being able to do more than scan the last few weeks posting. Pleased the thread is going from strength to strength.

Thanx Mossy and DT she seems fine...Your respective travels sound exciting, have a fab weeks running Mossy sounds heavenly and I look forward to some chinese inspired haiku DT, safe journey :-)

[dominion]

Autumn approaches
Summer is nearly over
What is next to do?

[freckle]

Autumn approaches
Summer is nearly over
What is next to do?

this is really sweet albeit somewhat depressing...or is it?...i love autumn actually, but the passage of time has been brought into my awareness, where is the year going?

[freckle]

Good day to you all....

I really like Jo Shapcott's poem "Deft" which is avalaible to read or listen to here......

http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetrya...do?poemId=6476

[Alf]

Here's another one from the Rochdale lad.


I would I were a careless child

I would I were a careless child,
Still dwelling in my highland cave,
Or roaming through the dusky wild,
Or bounding o'er the dark blue wave;
The cumbrous pomp of Saxon pride
Accords not with the freeborn soul,
Which loves the mountain's craggy side,
And seeks the rocks where billows roll.

Fortune! take back these cultured lands,
Take back this name of splendid sound!
I hate the touch of servile hands,
I hate the slaves that cringe around.
Place me among the rocks I love,
Which sound to Ocean's wildest roar;
I ask but this -- again to rove
Through scenes my youth hath known before.

Few are my years, and yet I feel
The world was ne'er designed for me:
Ah! why do dark'ning shades conceal
The hour when man must cease to be?
Once I beheld a splendid dream,
A visionary scene of bliss:
Truth! -- wherefore did thy hated beam
Awake me to a world like this?

I loved -- but those I loved are gone;
Had friends -- my early friends are fled:
How cheerless feels the heart alone
When all its former hopes are dead!
Though gay companions o'er the bowl
Dispel awhile the sense of ill;
Though pleasure stirs the maddening soul,
The heart -- the heart -- is lonely still.

How dull! to hear the voice of those
Whom rank or chance, whom wealth or power,
Have made, though neither friends nor foes,
Associates of the festive hour.
Give me again a faithful few,
In years and feelings still the same,
And I will fly the midnight crew,
Where boist'rous joy is but a name.

And woman, lovely woman! thou,
My hope, my comforter, my all!
How cold must be my bosom now,
When e'en thy smiles begin to pall!
Without a sigh I would resign
This busy scene of splendid woe,
To make that calm contentment mine,
Which virtue knows, or seems to know.

Fain would I fly the haunts of men--
I seek to shun, not hate mankind;
My breast requires the sullen glen,
Whose gloom may suit a darken'd mind.
Oh! that to me the wings were given
Which bear the turtle to her nest!
Then would I cleave the vault of heaven,
To flee away and be at rest.

George Gordon Byron