Poems ..

[Elina]

Read this short one today ..
'Control Freak' from the book 'Crazy love and other poems about the strange nature of passion' by 'Jaqueline Czel ' ........ He'd been chasing pretty lightening bugs for years, capturing them quickly and placing them in jars with a twig or two and a couple of holes for air, and often wondered why they failed to live for long in the carefully constructed confinement he so lovingly created for them.

[Elina]

Have you read any poetry recently you've enjoyed?

[Peaspeculiars]

I'm not even sure if it's considered to be poetry, but I spotted the copy of 'Desiderata' that my parents have on their kitchen wall yesterday. My favourite part is the very beginning and I try to stick to it every day..

'Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant, they too have their story...'

(hope you are well Elina :-)

[Peaspeculiars]

Oops, forgot to put the full version on..
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[Tilly2]

I like that one Elina. It says so much in a few short sentences.

I love poetry. I have so many favourites but at the moment it has to be April Rise by Laurie Lee.

April Rise

If ever I saw blessing in the air
I see it now in this still early day
Where lemon-green the vaporous morning drips
Wet sunlight on the powder of my eye.

Blown bubble-film of blue, the sky wraps round
Weeds of warm light whose every root and rod
Splutters with soapy green, and all the world
Sweats with the bead of summer in its bud.

If ever I heard blessing it is there
Where birds in trees that shoals and shadows are
Splash with their hidden wings and drops of sound
Break on my ears their crests of throbbing air.

Pure in the haze the emerald sun dilates,
The lips of sparrows milk the mossy stones,
While white as water by the lake a girl
Swims her green hand among the gathered swans.

Now, as the almond burns its smoking wick,
Dropping small flames to light the candled grass;
Now, as my low blood scales its second chance,
If ever world were blessed, now it is.

[Tilly2]

I have noticed that Arts and Literature does not have that many respondents. Plebeians the lot of them!

[Caribeing]

Wordsworth's Daffodils we are amassed with them at the moment and they definitely toss their heads in spritely dance!

[DaisyNonna]

Carol Ann Duffy, her poem Salome should be read by every young girl.

[Elina]

Peas .. that's beautiful & full of wisdom, thanks for the link!
Thanks Tilly, I love poems that describe the seasons.
Caribeing .. William Wordsworth's 'Daffodils' .. classic .. describes them in all their glory. Daisy, I'm not so familiar with Carol Ann Duffy, I've heard of her & I looked up & read 'Salome' .. it was a little sinister.

[Elina]

'Daffodils' .. Media URL: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15925
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[Elina]

Oops! http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15925

[Elina]

'Salome' by Carol Ann Duffy .. http://katrinasreads.blogspot.co.uk/2008/06/poem-of-week-salome-carol-ann-duffy.html

[emmie]

i can't give you a reason why i love this, but i do

Young Love
By Andrew Marvell
Come, little infant, love me now,
While thine unsuspected years
Clear thine agèd father’s brow
From cold jealousy and fears.

Pretty, surely, ’twere to see
By young love old time beguiled,
While our sportings are as free
As the nurse’s with the child.

Common beauties stay fifteen;
Such as yours should swifter move,
Whose fair blossoms are too green
Yet for lust, but not for love.

Love as much the snowy lamb,
Or the wanton kid, does prize,
As the lusty bull or ram,
For his morning sacrifice.

Now then love me: time may take
Thee before thy time away:
Of this need we’ll virtue make,
And learn love before we may.

So we win of doubtful fate;
And if good she to us meant,
We that good shall antedate,
Or, if ill, that ill prevent.

Thus as kingdoms, frustrating
Other titles to their crown,
In the cradle crown their king,
So all foreign claims to drown,

So, to make all rivals vain,
Now I crown thee with my love:
Crown me with thy love again,
And we both shall monarchs prove.

[Elina]

emmie, 'Young Love' .. I had to look for a translation to fully understand it, thank you. http://zmerkley12.blogspot.co.uk/2012/03/young-love-by-andrew-marvell.html

[shoota]

I think Tilly is being rather mean,
To suggest I am a pleb bean.
'Tis making me despondant
So I'll be a respondant.
(Though to be honest, I ain't that keen.)

[Elina]

Lol shoota :0)

[shoota]

;-)

[Elina]

As the last of her coffee she sips .. off now , she's gone for a kip! Any poets out there? I'll check back later ;0)

[viv38]

I love Blue Remembered Hills:-

Into my heart an air that kills
from yon far country blows
What are those blue remembered hills,
what farms what spires are those.
It is the land of lost content
I see it shining plain
The happy highways where I went
and cannot come again.

[viv38]

Sorry, by A E Housman.

[sandyRoe]

I like this.

Alfred Tennyson, Lord Tennyson

Crossing the Bar

SUNSET and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness or farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.