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    Quote Originally Posted by Old Whippet View Post
    The metronomic
    chiff chaffs join Lands Wood chorus
    last to leave, first back
    You're right; they are metronomic. Sadly few around these parts though as yet. Like it OW.
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    April Aubade

    Worship this world of watercolor mood
    in glass pagodas hung with veils of green
    where diamonds jangle hymns within the blood
    and sap ascends the steeple of the vein.

    A saintly sparrow jargons madrigals
    to waken dreamers in the milky dawn,
    while tulips bow like a college of cardinals
    before that papal paragon, the sun.

    Christened in a spindrift of snowdrop stars,
    where on pink-fluted feet the pigeons pass
    and jonquils sprout like solomon's metaphors,
    my love and I go garlanded with grass.

    Again we are deluded and infer
    that somehow we are younger than we were.

    Sylvia P
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    WARNING: A bit heavy this one, so if you're in a good mood give it a miss for now. But Phil does have a point and it's only the hysterically (and probably clinically!) jolly who have never experienced this situation.

    Aubade

    I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
    Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.
    In time the curtain-edges will grow light.
    Till then I see what's really always there:
    Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,
    Making all thought impossible but how
    And where and when I shall myself die.
    Arid interrogation: yet the dread
    Of dying, and being dead,
    Flashes afresh to hold and horrify.
    The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse
    - The good not done, the love not given, time
    Torn off unused - nor wretchedly because
    An only life can take so long to climb
    Clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never;
    But at the total emptiness for ever,
    The sure extinction that we travel to
    And shall be lost in always. Not to be here,
    Not to be anywhere,
    And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true.

    This is a special way of being afraid
    No trick dispels. Religion used to try,
    That vast, moth-eaten musical brocade
    Created to pretend we never die,
    And specious stuff that says No rational being
    Can fear a thing it will not feel, not seeing
    That this is what we fear - no sight, no sound,
    No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with,
    Nothing to love or link with,
    The anasthetic from which none come round.

    And so it stays just on the edge of vision,
    A small, unfocused blur, a standing chill
    That slows each impulse down to indecision.
    Most things may never happen: this one will,
    And realisation of it rages out
    In furnace-fear when we are caught without
    People or drink. Courage is no good:
    It means not scaring others. Being brave
    Lets no one off the grave.
    Death is no different whined at than withstood.

    Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape.
    It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know,
    Have always known, know that we can't escape,
    Yet can't accept. One side will have to go.
    Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring
    In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring
    Intricate rented world begins to rouse.
    The sky is white as clay, with no sun.
    Work has to be done.
    Postmen like doctors go from house to house.

    Philip Larkin
    Am Yisrael Chai

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    On a Portrait of Wordsworth by B. R. Haydon

    Wordsworth upon Helvellyn! Let the cloud
    Ebb audibly along the mountain-wind,
    Then break against the rock, and show behind
    The lowland valleys floating up to crowd
    The sense with beauty. He with forehead bowed
    And humble-lidded eyes, as one inclined
    Before the sovran thought of his own mind,
    And very meek with inspirations proud,
    Takes here his rightful place as poet-priest
    By the high altar, singing prayer and prayer.
    To the higher Heavens. A noble vision free
    Our Haydon's hand has flung out from the mist:
    No portrait this, with Academic air!
    This is the poet and his poetry.

    Elizabeth Barrett Browning

    And this is Haydon's portrait.


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    Its a bit of an EBB evening tonight so another one of her sonnets:

    Sonnet 35

    If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
    And be all to me? Shall I never miss
    Home-talk and blessings and the common kiss
    That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange,
    When I look up, to drop on a new range
    Of walls and floors, another home than this?
    Nay, wilt thou fill that place by me which is
    Filled by dead eyes too tender to know change?
    That's hardest. If to conquer love, has tried,
    To conquer grief, tries more, as all things prove;
    For grief indeed is love and grief beside.
    Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love.
    Yet love me--wilt thou? Open thine heart wide,
    And fold within the wet wings of thy dove.

    Elizabeth Barratt Browning

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    Some really great choices in the last couple days. Mossy, I loved the Plath and the Larkin was very dark but nothing can dispel my mood today so I read it anyway! I'm not sure what has happened...I haven't slept nearly enough, worked all weekend and have more work to do tonight but I just blasted round the river and feel on top of the world. Its like being in love but its not a man...its spring. Hurray!!!

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    Quote Originally Posted by Hes View Post
    Some really great choices in the last couple days. Mossy, I loved the Plath and the Larkin was very dark but nothing can dispel my mood today so I read it anyway! I'm not sure what has happened...I haven't slept nearly enough, worked all weekend and have more work to do tonight but I just blasted round the river and feel on top of the world. Its like being in love but its not a man...its spring. Hurray!!!
    ...and that was a poem in itself Hes! I Like! :thumbup:

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    Quote Originally Posted by Mossdog View Post
    April Aubade

    Worship this world of watercolor mood
    in glass pagodas hung with veils of green
    where diamonds jangle hymns within the blood
    and sap ascends the steeple of the vein.

    A saintly sparrow jargons madrigals
    to waken dreamers in the milky dawn,
    while tulips bow like a college of cardinals
    before that papal paragon, the sun.

    Christened in a spindrift of snowdrop stars,
    where on pink-fluted feet the pigeons pass
    and jonquils sprout like solomon's metaphors,
    my love and I go garlanded with grass.

    Again we are deluded and infer
    that somehow we are younger than we were.

    Sylvia P
    beautiful and stunning, there is something about spring that makes you feel that little bit sprightlier! thanks mossy

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    Quote Originally Posted by Alf View Post
    Its a bit of an EBB evening tonight so another one of her sonnets:

    Sonnet 35

    If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
    And be all to me? Shall I never miss
    Home-talk and blessings and the common kiss
    That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange,
    When I look up, to drop on a new range
    Of walls and floors, another home than this?
    Nay, wilt thou fill that place by me which is
    Filled by dead eyes too tender to know change?
    That's hardest. If to conquer love, has tried,
    To conquer grief, tries more, as all things prove;
    For grief indeed is love and grief beside.
    Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love.
    Yet love me--wilt thou? Open thine heart wide,
    And fold within the wet wings of thy dove.

    Elizabeth Barratt Browning

    another gorgeous choice, there si aomething quite elusive and poignant about it

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    Quote Originally Posted by hes View Post
    some really great choices in the last couple days. Mossy, i loved the plath and the larkin was very dark but nothing can dispel my mood today so i read it anyway! I'm not sure what has happened...i haven't slept nearly enough, worked all weekend and have more work to do tonight but i just blasted round the river and feel on top of the world. Its like being in love but its not a man...its spring. Hurray!!!
    go Hes-power go!!
    Am Yisrael Chai

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