That's right Hes....I bought the book on your recommendation - really enjoying it. Many thanks.Originally Posted by Hes
That's right Hes....I bought the book on your recommendation - really enjoying it. Many thanks.
Am Yisrael Chai
I'm really pleased that you bought the book, its lovely isn't it? One of my favourite poems is Rambling Rose. The etchings are so delicate too. I'd love to work on a project like that. Maybe one day.
Awww, Gem is gorgeous! I do love terriers, so much character. Fen is asleep snoring away. She gets bored when I'm printing but a few quick throws of the tennis ball usually satisfies her and wears her out enough for me to get some work done. I've only got her for a week or so (my ex lent her to me for the company) but its been great to have her around.
Hey up Freckle! What a dilemma, I'm intrigued. Do we get to see the photos?!x
OneOff, I can't put it any better than Freckle has really, but just to reiterate, anything goes with regards to poetry posting and writing on here and you'll find its a supportive and positive atmosphere so please do keep sharing your poems with everyone. Most of us have never written before and many have only discovered an interest in poetry since joining this thread. Its a great place to be in my opinion. Looking forward to some more of your poems.
On my way home from Richmond last night:
gilding cloud ribbons
the honied half moon hangs low
light in troubled sky
Those Winter Sundays
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with his cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking,
When the rooms were warm, he'd call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?
Robert Hayden
Nice one Alf.
Thoughts on a Station Platform
It ought to be plain
How little you gain
By getting excited
And vexed.
You'll always be late
For the previous train,
And always on time
For the next.
Piet Hein
how utterly beautiful...this made me think of my own father actually and how as children we can be terribly ignorant and ungrateful when it comes to parents...i love the line "of love's austere and lonely offices"...class!
Hes your haiku was gorgeous, its really good to see you back and writing, keep it coming...
Einar you are our resident expert on Piet Hein! I liked the sentiment of that verse and it was very timely being posted in rush hour! :-)
roosting Curlew flock
readying for exodus
eastbound or westwards?
Thank you Freckle. I do like Hein's quirky wisdom very much. And I echo your sentiments about Those Winter Sundays and Hes's haiku. Derby Tup too.
Here's Edwin Muir:
There is a stream
We have been told of. Where it is
We do not know. But it is not a dream,
Though like a dream. We cannot miss
The road that leads us to it. Fate
Will take us there that keeps us here.
Neither hope nor fear
Can hasten or retard the date
Of our deliverance; when we shall leave this sand
And enter the unknown and feared and longed-for land.
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