That's a really poignant poem and a good choice for today on many levels. Love is the most important thing in the world, whoever/whatever the love is for.
Originally Posted by Alf
That's a really poignant poem and a good choice for today on many levels. Love is the most important thing in the world, whoever/whatever the love is for.
walking through some beautiful woodland today i got the sense that autumn is well and truly here...anyway i would really love to see an owl in the wild one day, haven't had the pleasure yet...
Scops Owl
At night I lie without you
under a pelt of darkness
heavy with cypress
ragged with goat-cries.
Under the white moon's Roman coin
dogs are barking from distant farms
with little rips of sound
that stone walls catch, throw back.
All this he draws like silk
through a gold ring
into a single woodwind note.
tongued and sweet-
A true and level fluting
I picture travelling
through night's horizons
north, to where you sleep.
By Anna Crowe
Last edited by freckle; 11-09-2011 at 11:11 PM.
what a poignant poem indeed alf, i saw a programme tonight about the children of 9/11 who had all lost a parent...very moving indeed to see the impact it has had upon them
Last edited by freckle; 11-09-2011 at 11:09 PM.
very passionate, two great romantic and powerful choices Hes, love it! makes me almost forget I have to get up for work tomorrow! x
Some good poem choices yesterday from Hes and freckle
With the remnants of Hurricane Irene bending the trees in the garden and sending my recyclables bin crashing against the garage door I thought I would post this poem. (I tied the bin to the gate in the end :thumbup: ) My daughter remarked, a little sarcastically, that in America people dive into storm shelters, leave town or increase their insurance and I tie my waste bin up
Problems with Hurricanes
A campesino looked at the air
And told me:
With hurricanes it's not the wind
or the noise or the water.
I'll tell you he said:
it's the mangoes, avocados
Green plantains and bananas
flying into town like projectiles.
How would your family
feel if they had to tell
The generations that you
got killed by a flying
Banana.
Death by drowning has honor
If the wind picked you up
and slammed you
Against a mountain boulder
This would not carry shame
But
to suffer a mango smashing
Your skull
or a plantain hitting your
Temple at 70 miles per hour
is the ultimate disgrace.
The campesino takes off his hat—
As a sign of respect
toward the fury of the wind
And says:
Don't worry about the noise
Don't worry about the water
Don't worry about the wind—
If you are going out
beware of mangoes
And all such beautiful
sweet things.
Victor Hernández Cruz
I enjoyed this alf it made me smile and it is even more appropriate at this minute as i have all the doors and windows open in my little flat which is acting as some kind of wind tunnel at present!....(my carbon monoxide monitor went off earlier and I am waiting for the gas board to arrive....eeeek!) ah well i may not be able to turn on and off any electrical switches but at least I can browse the poetry thread while i wait!Some good poem choices yesterday from Hes and freckle
With the remnants of Hurricane Irene bending the trees in the garden and sending my recyclables bin crashing against the garage door I thought I would post this poem. (I tied the bin to the gate in the end :thumbup: ) My daughter remarked, a little sarcastically, that in America people dive into storm shelters, leave town or increase their insurance and I tie my waste bin up
Problems with Hurricanes
A campesino looked at the air
And told me:
With hurricanes it's not the wind
or the noise or the water.
I'll tell you he said:
it's the mangoes, avocados
Green plantains and bananas
flying into town like projectiles.
How would your family
feel if they had to tell
The generations that you
got killed by a flying
Banana.
Death by drowning has honor
If the wind picked you up
and slammed you
Against a mountain boulder
This would not carry shame
But
to suffer a mango smashing
Your skull
or a plantain hitting your
Temple at 70 miles per hour
is the ultimate disgrace.
The campesino takes off his hat—
As a sign of respect
toward the fury of the wind
And says:
Don't worry about the noise
Don't worry about the water
Don't worry about the wind—
If you are going out
beware of mangoes
And all such beautiful
sweet things.
Victor Hernández Cruz
Wind
Ted Hughes
This house has been far out at sea all night,
The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills,
Winds stampeding the fields under the window
Floundering black astride and blinding wet
Till day rose; then under an orange sky
The hills had new places, and wind wielded
Blade-light, luminous black and emerald,
Flexing like the lens of a mad eye.
At noon I scaled along the house-side as far as
The coal-house door. Once I looked up -
Through the brunt wind that dented the balls of my eyes
The tent of the hills drummed and strained its guyrope,
The fields quivering, the skyline a grimace,
At any second to bang and vanish with a flap;
The wind flung a magpie away and a black-
Back gull bent like an iron bar slowly. The house
Rang like some fine green goblet in the note
That any second would shatter it. Now deep
In chairs, in front of the great fire, we grip
Our hearts and cannot entertain book, thought,
Or each other. We watch the fire blazing,
And feel the roots of the house move, but sit on,
Seeing the window tremble to come in,
Hearing the stones cry out under the horizons.
13th March 2011
Running better than id ever been since 2007
Out on a run in the dark peak
When I turned my ankle and picked up a tweak
Hours out, rolled in days, into weeks and even to September
Such a low point I cant remember
But slowly and surely my ankle is healing
Even if im not sure what the increased calcification is concealing
Surgery beckons and Il be honest it is that I fear
As I know I will be out for at least another year
But worry not folks because what im trying to say
Is that eventually, the doctor will allow me back out to play
Aw kep the faith Turbo Tom must be hard but you will be back stronger than ever and appreciating it even more given your break! very nice verse by the way!
Must be a bit drafty in the flat freckle, you don't seem to have much luck with your utilities. I hope it was sorted out today ?
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