Attachment 4891Fay Godwin's photography compliments Hughes words
Attachment 4891Fay Godwin's photography compliments Hughes words
a beautiful choice alf thank you for postingOriginally Posted by Alf
I liked the Billy Collins words Stevie. Sometimes you just need one line (light switch) in a poem for it to hook you.
He Bids His Beloved Be At Peace
I hear the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake,
Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white;
The North unfolds above them clinging, creeping night,
The East her hidden joy before the morning break,
The West weeps in pale dew and sighs passing away,
The South is pouring down roses of crimson fire:
O vanity of Sleep, Hope, Dream, endless Desire,
The Horses of Disaster plunge in the heavy clay:
Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat
Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast,
Drowning love's lonely hour in deep twilight of rest,
And hiding their tossing manes and their tumultuous feet.
William Butler Yeats
whilst looking at sleep poems i stumbled across this one, as a child my mother often referred to the "land of nod" as i do now with my own children...i wonder if this is where the term comes from?...anyway it kind of tickled me ....
The Land of Nod
by Robert Louis Stevenson
From Breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.
All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do--
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.
The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.
Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.
O Little Root Of A Dream
Paul Antschel Celan
O little root of a dream
you hold me here
undermined by blood,
no longer visible to anyone,
property of death.
Curve a face
that there may be speech, of earth,
of ardor, of
things with eyes, even
here, where you read me blind,
even
here,
where you
refute me,
to the letter.
Last edited by freckle; 20-06-2011 at 11:02 PM.
Lovely Claire x
Have you worked out the 'Blank Joy' yet? I'm thinking it's about someone he loved from afar, ie the love was in his heart but not in his life and yet took over his life....but I'm probably totally wrong!
Slumber Song
Some day, if I should ever lose you,
will you be able then to go to sleep
without me softly whispering above you
like night air stirring in the linden tree?
Without my waking here and watching
and saying words as tender as eyelids
that come to rest weightlessly upon your breast,
upon your sleeping limbs, upon your lips?
Without my touching you and leaving you
alone with what is yours, like a summer garden
that is overflowing with masses
of melissa and star-anise?
Rainer Maria Rilke
a wee haiku inspired by a walk along the south bank today:
blossoming lime trees
the honeyed air is heavy
before the storm comes
and a senryu
your words still find me
dodging raindrops and mishaps
and so far from home
I'm really enjoying your Rilke choices MG!
Nice Hes. Glad you managed to dodge those giant raindrops and save your precious paper x
.............and a botheru
Deadline
approaching
Very fast
Sleep first
Time wont
last
Fantastic photo! I really must get hold of the book. Here is a photo of my own, just illustrating what I meant by the memorial, church and Stoodley Pike monument almost lining up. Not a great photo, the light was very flat that day.
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