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    My daffs have not even put in a flowering appearance yet

    To Daffodils

    Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
    You haste away so soon;
    As yet the early-rising sun
    Has not attain'd his noon.
    Stay, stay,
    Until the hasting day
    Has run
    But to the even-song;
    And, having pray'd together, we
    Will go with you along.

    We have short time to stay, as you,
    We have as short a spring;
    As quick a growth to meet decay,
    As you, or anything.
    We die
    As your hours do, and dry
    Away,
    Like to the summer's rain;
    Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
    Ne'er to be found again.

    Robert Herrick

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    Nice cheery little number My daffs are finally beginning to flower but a week ago I discovered a beautiful little miniature daffodil flowering happily beneath a bush in my garden. Didn't even know I had any

    Quote Originally Posted by Alf View Post
    My daffs have not even put in a flowering appearance yet

    To Daffodils

    Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
    You haste away so soon;
    As yet the early-rising sun
    Has not attain'd his noon.
    Stay, stay,
    Until the hasting day
    Has run
    But to the even-song;
    And, having pray'd together, we
    Will go with you along.

    We have short time to stay, as you,
    We have as short a spring;
    As quick a growth to meet decay,
    As you, or anything.
    We die
    As your hours do, and dry
    Away,
    Like to the summer's rain;
    Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
    Ne'er to be found again.

    Robert Herrick

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    Been printing hares today...roe deer tomorrow and owls tomorrow evening. Hope to get a run in in the morning though.

    The Midnight Hare

    Gold-foot, loping, leaping to light,
    twisting to the smile on the silent field,
    flying to the drum of the full moon dance,
    hops the hedge, legs spread loose,
    lank, then taut, tight, sprightly
    springs, flips to her form, then:
    still.

    Spellbound, sleek, almost
    invisible, low on dark ground,
    inscrutable hieroglyph of being, seeing
    secrets deep behind honey eyes,
    old as time, cold as stone,
    alone with night, a million stars,
    counting.

    Up again, snatched from dreams,
    darting to the mewse, the Old Ways,
    pitched like a soft stone, silhouetted
    on rising silver, high over water,
    low across earth, drawn to the down,
    the husk hushed, then wild, moonstruck,
    shadow boxing things unseen.

    by Oz Hardwick

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    Quote Originally Posted by Hes View Post
    Nice cheery little number My daffs are finally beginning to flower but a week ago I discovered a beautiful little miniature daffodil flowering happily beneath a bush in my garden. Didn't even know I had any

    I am not known for my cheery little numbers

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    Quote Originally Posted by Hes View Post
    Been printing hares today...roe deer tomorrow and owls tomorrow evening. Hope to get a run in in the morning though.

    The Midnight Hare

    Gold-foot, loping, leaping to light,
    twisting to the smile on the silent field,
    flying to the drum of the full moon dance,
    hops the hedge, legs spread loose,
    lank, then taut, tight, sprightly
    springs, flips to her form, then:
    still.

    Spellbound, sleek, almost
    invisible, low on dark ground,
    inscrutable hieroglyph of being, seeing
    secrets deep behind honey eyes,
    old as time, cold as stone,
    alone with night, a million stars,
    counting.

    Up again, snatched from dreams,
    darting to the mewse, the Old Ways,
    pitched like a soft stone, silhouetted
    on rising silver, high over water,
    low across earth, drawn to the down,
    the husk hushed, then wild, moonstruck,
    shadow boxing things unseen.

    by Oz Hardwick

    Good choice that Hes - "loping and leaping" :thumbup: alliteration that fits a hare beautifully. Are these new prints or making copies of old ones?

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    Talking of cheery little numbers

    Frank Stanford packed a lot into his 29 years before he shot himself.

    Freedom, Revolt, and Love

    They caught them.
    They were sitting at a table in the kitchen.
    It was early.
    They had on bathrobes.
    They were drinking coffee and smiling.
    She had one of his cigarillos in her fingers.
    She had her legs tucked up under her in the chair.
    They saw them through the window.
    She thought of them stepping out of a bath
    And him wrapping cloth around her.
    He thought of her walking up in a small white building,
    He thought of stones settling into the ground.
    Then they were gone.
    Then they came in through the back.
    Her cat ran out.
    The house was near the road.
    She didn't like the cat going out.
    They stayed at the table.
    The others were out of breath.
    The man and the woman reached across the table.
    They were afraid, they smiled.
    The other poured themselves the last of the coffee.
    Burning their tongues.
    The man and the woman looked at them.
    They didn't say anything.
    The man and the woman moved closer to each other,
    The round table between them.
    The stove was still on and burned the empty pot.
    She started to get up.
    One of them shot her.
    She leaned over the table like a schoolgirl doing her lessons.
    She thought about being beside him, being asleep.
    They took her long gray socks
    Put them over the barrel of a rifle
    And shot him.
    He went back in his chair, holding himself.
    She told him hers didn't hurt much,
    Like in the fall when everything you touch
    Makes a spark.
    He thought about her getting up in the dark
    Wrapping a quilt around herself.
    And standing in the doorway.
    She asked the men if they shot them again
    Not to hurt their faces.
    One of them lit him one of his cigarettes.
    He thought what it would be like
    Being children together.
    He was dead before he finished it.
    She asked them could she take it out of his mouth.
    So it wouldn't burn his lips.
    She reached over and touched his hair.
    She thought about him walking through the dark singing.
    She died on the table like that,
    Smoke coming out of his mouth.

    Frank Stanford

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    Stop all this moroseness at once!!- (pleazzzzze)


    Have A Nice Day

    'Help, help, ' said a man. 'I'm drowning.'
    'Hang on, ' said a man from the shore.
    'Help, help, ' said the man. 'I'm not clowning.'
    'Yes, I know, I heard you before.
    Be patient dear man who is drowning,
    You, see I've got a disease.
    I'm waiting for a Doctor J. Browning.
    So do be patient please.'
    'How long, ' said the man who was drowning. 'Will it take for the Doc to arrive? '
    'Not very long, ' said the man with the disease. 'Till then try staying alive.'
    'Very well, ' said the man who was drowning. 'I'll try and stay afloat.
    By reciting the poems of Browning
    And other things he wrote.'
    'Help, help, ' said the man with the disease, 'I suddenly feel quite ill.'
    'Keep calm.' said the man who was drowning, ' Breathe deeply and lie quite still.'
    'Oh dear, ' said the man with the awful disease. 'I think I'm going to die.'
    'Farewell, ' said the man who was drowning.
    Said the man with the disease, 'goodbye.'
    So the man who was drowning, drownded
    And the man with the disease past away.
    But apart from that,
    And a fire in my flat,
    It's been a very nice day.

    Spike M
    Am Yisrael Chai

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    Freckle's poetry thread slipped to page 2 again! Where's Alf?

    Read this in a buddhist mag. Apparently it's pinned to the wall of a solitary retreat hut. Kinda nice, whether youre buddhist inclined or not.

    ADVICE FOR FELLOW HUT-DWELLERS

    I would recommend to go with the flow,
    Not to plan, not to structure, not to want, not to know.
    To set yourself standards can only be tough:
    "I'm not walking, not reading, not sitting enough!"
    Have faith that the shape that it takes will be right,
    And know this will change with each passing night.
    Take heart when you're hurting and chewed up and sad,
    That nothing we feel can ever be bad.
    Thoughts will dissolve and others take their place,
    If we give them attention and kindness and space.
    We are as the clouds, ever-changing in form,
    And clear skies will frequently follow the storm.

    Helen Worthington
    Am Yisrael Chai

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    Quote Originally Posted by Mossdog View Post
    Freckle's poetry thread slipped to page 2 again! Where's Alf?

    Read this in a buddhist mag. Apparently it's pinned to the wall of a solitary retreat hut. Kinda nice, whether youre buddhist inclined or not.

    ADVICE FOR FELLOW HUT-DWELLERS

    I would recommend to go with the flow,
    Not to plan, not to structure, not to want, not to know.
    To set yourself standards can only be tough:
    "I'm not walking, not reading, not sitting enough!"
    Have faith that the shape that it takes will be right,
    And know this will change with each passing night.
    Take heart when you're hurting and chewed up and sad,
    That nothing we feel can ever be bad.
    Thoughts will dissolve and others take their place,
    If we give them attention and kindness and space.
    We are as the clouds, ever-changing in form,
    And clear skies will frequently follow the storm.

    Helen Worthington
    this is an uplifting little number thank you mossy...sorry i haven't been on for a bit i have freud and klein coming out of my ears! :-)

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    Touched by an Angel
    Maya Angelou


    We, unaccustomed to courage
    exiles from delight
    live coiled in shells of loneliness
    until love leaves its high holy temple
    and comes into our sight
    to liberate us into life.

    Love arrives
    and in its train come ecstasies
    old memories of pleasure
    ancient histories of pain.
    Yet if we are bold,
    love strikes away the chains of fear
    from our souls.

    We are weaned from our timidity
    In the flush of love's light
    we dare be brave
    And suddenly we see
    that love costs all we are
    and will ever be.
    Yet it is only love
    which sets us free.

    her new book looks good....http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15798797-mom-me-mom

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