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    Nocturne
    by Wayne Miller
    Tonight all the leaves are paper spoons in a broth of wind.
    Last week they made a darker sky below the sky.
    The houses have swallowed their colors,
    and each car moves in the blind sack of its sound like the slipping of water.
    Flowing means falling very slowly—
    the river passing under the tracks,
    the tracks then buried beneath the road.
    When a knocking came in the night,
    I rose violently toward my reflection hovering beneath this world.
    And then the fluorescent kitchen in the window like a page
    I was reading—a face coming into focus behind it:
    my neighbor locked out of his own party, looking for a phone.
    I gave him a beer and the lit pad of numbers through which he disappeared;
    I found I was alone with the voices that bloomed as he opened the door.
    It's time to slip my body beneath the covers,
    let it fall down the increments of shale,
    let the wind consume every spoon.
    My voice unhinging itself from light,
    my voice landing in its cradle—.
    How terrifying a payphone is hanging at the end of its cord.
    Which is not to be confused with sleep—
    sleep gives the body back its mouth.

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    Late December by the Sound of Jura

    Red bracken on the hills
    rain snow hail and rain
    the deer are coming down
    the lochs gripped in ice
    the stars blue and bright

    I have tried to write to friends
    but there is no continuing
    I gaze out over the Sound
    and see hills gleaming in the icy sun.

    Kenneth White

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    The Stags
    BY KATHLEEN JAMIE

    This is the multitude, the beasts
    you wanted to show me, drawing me
    upstream, all morning up through wind-
    scoured heather to the hillcrest.
    Below us, in the next glen, is the grave
    calm brotherhood, descended
    out of winter, out of hunger, kneeling
    like the signatories of a covenant;
    their weighty, antique-polished antlers
    rising above the vegetation
    like masts in a harbor, or city spires.
    We lie close together, and though the wind
    whips away our man-and-woman smell, every
    stag-face seems to look toward us, toward,
    but not to us: we’re held, and hold them,
    in civil regard. I suspect you’d
    hoped to impress me, to lift to my sight
    our shared country, lead me deeper
    into what you know, but loath
    to cause fear you’re already moving
    quietly away, sure I’ll go with you,
    as I would now, almost anywhere.

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    Lovely two choices hes very atmospheric the stag one transported me which is handy on a monday morning !

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    Quote Originally Posted by freckle View Post
    A Dream Within a Dream
    by Edgar Allan Poe
    Take this kiss upon the brow!
    And, in parting from you now,
    Thus much let me avow:
    You are not wrong who deem
    That my days have been a dream;
    Yet if hope has flown away
    In a night, or in a day,
    In a vision, or in none,
    Is it therefore the less gone?
    All that we see or seem
    Is but a dream within a dream.
    I stand amid the roar
    Of a surf-tormented shore,
    And I hold within my hand
    Grains of the golden sand--
    How few! yet how they creep
    Through my fingers to the deep,
    While I weep--while I weep!
    O God! can I not grasp
    Them with a tighter clasp?
    O God! can I not save
    One
    from the pitiless wave?
    Is all that we see or seem
    But a dream within a dream?
    That's wonderful Freckle - thank you. I think I may have read it some time ago, but this morning it has had a much more special resonance and encapsulated some of my recent thoughts exactly. Isn't it marvellous when you read a text, prose or poem, and it somehow seems to speak of your direct personal experiences so intimately and vividly? It's reassuring by breaking down ideas of spiritual/aesthetic isolation to know that the inner world of others' is not so very foreign and we really do share common concerns with at least a few other souls so exactly. But hey, isn't that just the same as knowing, for example, that other's also enjoy the esoteric joys of fell running.
    Am Yisrael Chai

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    Quote Originally Posted by Alf View Post
    This is the poetry thread Mossy not 'Carry on Rhyming'
    Apologies Alf (and others) for my gratuitous crudities, but I was genuinely, momentarily, discombobulated!
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    Quote Originally Posted by Hes View Post
    Late December by the Sound of Jura

    Red bracken on the hills
    rain snow hail and rain
    the deer are coming down
    the lochs gripped in ice
    the stars blue and bright

    I have tried to write to friends
    but there is no continuing
    I gaze out over the Sound
    and see hills gleaming in the icy sun.

    Kenneth White
    There are really no better Christmas cards than those conjured in our imaginations by reading such beautiful poems. Thank you.
    Am Yisrael Chai

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    Here is the poem that was recited at the Sport Personality of the Year awards programme:

    It Couldn't Be Done

    By Edgar Guest


    Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
    But he with a chuckle replied
    That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one
    Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
    So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
    On his face. If he worried he hid it.
    He started to sing as he tackled the thing
    That couldn't be done, and he did it.

    Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that;
    At least no one ever has done it";
    But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
    And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
    With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
    Without any doubting or quidit,
    He started to sing as he tackled the thing
    That couldn't be done, and he did it.

    There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
    There are thousands to prophesy failure;
    There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
    The dangers that wait to assail you.
    But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
    Just take off your coat and go to it;
    Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
    That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.


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    Quote Originally Posted by XRunner View Post
    Here is the poem that was recited at the Sport Personality of the Year awards programme:

    It Couldn't Be Done

    By Edgar Guest


    Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
    But he with a chuckle replied
    That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one
    Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
    So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
    On his face. If he worried he hid it.
    He started to sing as he tackled the thing
    That couldn't be done, and he did it.

    Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that;
    At least no one ever has done it";
    But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
    And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
    With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
    Without any doubting or quidit,
    He started to sing as he tackled the thing
    That couldn't be done, and he did it.

    There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
    There are thousands to prophesy failure;
    There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
    The dangers that wait to assail you.
    But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
    Just take off your coat and go to it;
    Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
    That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.

    Thanks for posting that XRunner I didn't stay up to watch it so I missed this.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Hes View Post
    Late December by the Sound of Jura

    Red bracken on the hills
    rain snow hail and rain
    the deer are coming down
    the lochs gripped in ice
    the stars blue and bright

    I have tried to write to friends
    but there is no continuing
    I gaze out over the Sound
    and see hills gleaming in the icy sun.

    Kenneth White
    Good selections from freckle and Hes. I was a bit confused with "the stars blue and bright" alongside "hills gleaming in the icy sun" ?
    Or is "the icy sun" meant to mean a full moon ?

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