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Welcoming the new season: ‘Autumn’ , a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

13 Thursday Oct 2016

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A poem which evokes a dynamic visual of

the colour rich Fall season …

autumn-leaves-gold

(image from shutterstock)

 

 

 

Autumn

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882)

 

Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain,
With banners, by great gales incessant fanned,
Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand,
And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain!
Thou standest, like imperial Charlemagne,
Upon thy bridge of gold; thy royal hand
Outstretched with benedictions o’er the land,
Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain!
Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended
So long beneath the heaven’s o’er-hanging eaves;
Thy steps are by the farmer’s prayers attended;
Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves;
And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid,
Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves!

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Of an inifinite nature: ‘Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep’ a poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye

05 Tuesday Jan 2016

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Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

is a well-known poem of emotive sentiment.

First appearing circa 1932,

its authorship remained for many decades

a mystery.

 

In the late 1990s,

it was substantiated that

housewife Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905 – 2004)

had penned the poem.

 

 

It is the only poem written by Ms. Frye.

 

 

Of lyrical beauty

the poem gently reminds, that though

our corporeal self is of finite duration

our essence of self is omnipresent

forever cherished / remembered by those who hold us dear.

 

 

…

 

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

 

by Mary Elizabeth Frye

 

 

 

image, Soft-flower-field image by tanjatingcom

 

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

 

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(image from tanjating.com)

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“Holidays”, a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

28 Saturday Nov 2015

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The festive season looms

and with it consideration of the year soon to end:

the loud noises of life which vie constantly for attention

is for a moment stilled

by the need for quiet inner reflection-

“kept by ourselves in silence and apart”.

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Hoidays

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882)

celebrated American poet who penned, among others-

Paul Revere’s Ride and The Song of Hiawatha.

…

Holidays

The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows;–
The happy days unclouded to their close;
The sudden joys that out of darkness start
As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
White as the gleam of a receding sail,
White as a cloud that floats and fades in air,
White as the whitest lily on a stream,
These tender memories are;–a fairy tale
Of some enchanted land we know not where,
But lovely as a landscape in a dream.

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“I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul”: ‘Invictus’ a poem by William Ernest Henley

15 Sunday Nov 2015

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'Invictus' - poem, contemplative poetry, emotive poem, poems, poetry, William Ernest Henley

Life is wrought with adversities

many of manageable proportions-

one plows through, and is left relatively unscathed.

…

A few-

sadly, wretchedly

are of the extreme, are atrocities

over which happiness at once seems ever unobtainable.

…

Yet,  that which brings sorrow, grief

need not permanently define-

if with every molecule of being

one strives to ‘invictus’-

to be unconquerable, unconquered

by that which seeks to destroy.

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Invictus

by William Ernest Henley (1849 – 1903)

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

…

(sourced from familyfriendspoems.com)

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‘If’ a poem of inspiration by Rudyard Kipling

18 Saturday Jul 2015

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If

by Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936)

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

 

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Famed for his imaginative,  fantastical,

wonderful story-telling in prose and in verse

Rudyard Kipling

is one of the most widely read authors in the English language.

To this day, his popularity remains at height.

 

…

Awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature (1907)

he was the first English language writer to receive this honour

and continues with the distinction of being its youngest recipient.

Hounours were heaped upon him, including the submission for knighthood

of which he refused.

…

Written in 1895 and first published in 1910, his poem

If

is a beautifully styled inspirational piece.

It reads as a father giving sound advice to a son:

wise words on how to achieve a positive life and manner of living-

“if” only.

…

The line:

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same

is written on the wall of the players’ entrance at Wimbledon Tennis Courts

and serves as sentiment of encouragement and integrity to fierce competitors.

…

Rudyard Kipling

author of The Jungle Book  (1894)

Just So Stories (1902)

(among many others)

Rudyard Kipling, portrait

…

(image from theguardian.com)

 

 

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‘Equality’ : a poem by Maya Angelou

26 Friday Jun 2015

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The right of equality

fosters

an existence of freedom.

 

 

 

Equality

by Maya Angelou (1928 – 2014)

 

You declare you see me dimly
through a glass which will not shine,
though I stand before you boldly,
trim in rank and marking time.
You do own to hear me faintly
as a whisper out of range,
while my drums beat out the message
and the rhythms never change.

Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.

You announce my ways are wanton,
that I fly from man to man,
but if I’m just a shadow to you,
could you ever understand ?

We have lived a painful history,
we know the shameful past,
but I keep on marching forward,
and you keep on coming last.

Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.

Take the blinders from your vision,
take the padding from your ears,
and confess you’ve heard me crying,
and admit you’ve seen my tears.

Hear the tempo so compelling,
hear the blood throb in my veins.
Yes, my drums are beating nightly,
and the rhythms never change.

Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.

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A message for positive anticipation: ‘There is another sky’ a poem by Emily Dickinson

14 Thursday May 2015

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There is another sky

by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)

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(image from gardeninggonewild):

sunlight garden,

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields –
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!
…

A poem whose meaning is open to some interpretation-

There is another sky by Emily Dickinson

has an effortless quality of expression

evoking imagery of nature’s beauty in a garden scene.

Though simple, the poem sparks an element of quiet mystery.

…

At a glance,  it seems an address

that the poet directs to her brother William Austin Dickinson

known as Austin.

The poem seems to serve a purpose

of comforting him

in the wake of some unfortunate occurence;

of advising him

to consider a perspective of positive outlook;

of reminding him

that as a loving sister, she can offer solace in his time of need.

The cause of the unrest unknown; yet this little matters.

It is the effect which is of importance.

…

Though it may well be a poem with Austin as specific audience,

the poem resonates with the wider, general readership.

Its message seems to be one

of looking to the future

for new beginnings / opportunities and

of leaving to the past

memories of disappointments /  heartaches.

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Hello Sunshine ! : ‘Summer Sun’ a poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

17 Friday Apr 2015

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How glorious-

to wake each morn by a gentle sun kiss

puckered through one’s window blinds.

 

…

In his poem

Summer Sun (1885)

acclaimed Scottish poet and novelist,

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 – 1894)

personifies the sun as a pleasant, affable guy

who generates good feelings wherever he wanders.

 

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sun personified, for post on poem Summer Sun by Robert Louis Stevenson

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Summer Sun

by Robert Louis Stevenson

 

Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.

Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.

The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.

Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy’s inmost nook.

Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.

 

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 Famous and widely read novels by Robert Louis Stevenson include:

Treasure Island, Kidnapped, Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

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Poems of winter musing

22 Sunday Feb 2015

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Winter:  season of quiet and contemplation:

 

(image from flickr.com):

 

winter scene, depressing

 

…

 

Winter Musing

In the midst of Winter battle still

held captive in a grip of ice solidified-

nothing to be done, but to succumb

till Spring of victory warmly won.

(2015)

 

 

…

 

 

Scottish poet Robert Burns (1759 – 1796)

lived during a period in which the British Isles

experienced brutally severe winter seasons-

often referred to as ‘The Little Ice Age’.

Those of the 1780s were said to be particularly relentless.

Burns’  poem-   Winter,  A Dirge

creates a visual of winter’s harshness of clime

and emotes a melancholia of sentiment.

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Winter, A Dirge

The wintry west extends his blast,
And hail and rain does blaw;
Or the stormy north sends driving forth
The blinding sleet and snaw:
While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down,
And roars frae bank to brae;
And bird and beast in covert rest,
And pass the heartless day.

“The sweeping blast, the sky o’ercast,”
The joyless winter day
Let others fear, to me more dear
Than all the pride of May:
The tempest’s howl, it soothes my soul,
My griefs it seems to join;
The leafless trees my fancy please,
Their fate resembles mine!

Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme
These woes of mine fulfil,
Here firm I rest; they must be best,
Because they are Thy will!
Then all I want-O do Thou grant
This one request of mine!-
Since to enjoy Thou dost deny,
Assist me to resign.

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Of aspirations yet realised: “my dreams, my works, must wait wait till after hell” by Gwendolyn Brooks

21 Wednesday Jan 2015

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The works of Pulitzer Prize winning poet,

Gwendolyn Brooks

are rich in symbolic language-

which she employs with vigorous bounce.

Her poems provoke the reader to reconsider meanings

of pieces previously perused.

Thus is the power of her talent.

 

…

Her writings are of life’s circumstances:

expectations, disappointments, longings,

decisions made- some good, some not so.

Written in a real voice, of a steady hand-

her poems are thoughtful, heartfelt, believable, courageous.

 

…

I have “befriended” works by Gwendolyn Brooks,

which I periodically revisit.

I have made some new acquaintances,

from which is received either

a measure of insight, joy, contemplation or solace.

…

F.  L., thank you for “introducing” me to Gwendolyn Brooks,

all those many years ago.

 

 

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my dreams, my works, must wait till after hell

by Gwendolyn Brooks

 

I hold my honey and I store my bread

In little jars and cabinets of my will.

I label clearly, and each latch and lid

I bid, Be firm till I return from hell.

I am very hungry. I am incomplete.

And none can tell when I may dine again.

No man can give me any word but Wait,

The puny light. I keep eyes pointed in;

Hoping that, when the devil days of my hurt

Drag out to their last dregs and I resume

On such legs as are left me, in such heart

As I can manage, remember to go home,

My taste will not have turned insensitive

To honey and bread old purity could love.

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Gwendolyn Brooks

(1917 – 2000)

Poet.  Teacher.  Mentor.

Pulitzer Prize Recipient for Poetry, 1950

(Ms. Brooks was the first Black American to receive this honour)

Poet Laureate of Illinois, 1968

Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress, 1985

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