Thursday, March 25, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Three Songs of Shattering by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Three Songs of Shattering
I
The first rose on my rose-tree
Budded, bloomed, and shattered,
During sad days when to me
Nothing mattered.
Grief of grief has drained me clean;
Still it seems a pity
No one saw,--it must have been
Very pretty.
II
Let the little birds sing;
Let the little lambs play;
Spring is here; and so 'tis spring;--
But not in the old way!
I recall a place
Where a plum-tree grew;
There you lifted up your face,
And blossoms covered you.
If the little birds sing,
And the little lambs play,
Spring is here; and so 'tis spring--
But not in the old way!
III
All the dog-wood blossoms are underneath the tree!
Ere spring was going--ah, spring is gone!
And there comes no summer to the like of you and me,--
Blossom time is early, but no fruit sets on.
All the dog-wood blossoms are underneath the tree,
Browned at the edges, turned in a day;
And I would with all my heart they trimmed a mound for me,
And weeds were tall on all the paths that led that way!
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
It's nice to be appreciated!
I discovered my blog was included on AccreditedOnlineColleges.org's list of 100 Best Poetry Blogs on March 21, 2010. It came in as number 26! The website describes my blog as "a mishmash of artistic material, with poems, artwork, crafts, photography and paintings being posted regularly." It must always be an honor to be included on a list of the 100 best anything! I am not sure about being a "mishmash" - but since they seem to like my blog I will take the word as a good thing! When I started this blog last summer (2009) I was not sure if I could keep up with regular postings. But I knew I loved to write and I always have some new favorite item of interest to share, so I figured if I liked whatever it was good enough to blog about it, there would be others interested enough to read it. And I learned early on that good blogs present lots of "eye-candy" (beautiful images) - and I do so love pretty pictures - so it was a good fit. I have lots of plans for interesting blogs to share in the forseeable future, including my favorite artists, mostly all pre-Raphaelite; favorite children's book illustrators (my passion); favorite artist's models and actresses of the Victorian period, le Belle Epoque in Europe, and many, many more - and always with lots of beautiful images. So thanks to all of you for taking a look now and then, it means a great deal to me.
To see the list of 100 Best Poetry Blogs go here:
http://www.accreditedonlinecolleges.com/blog/2010/100-best-poetry-blogs/
To see the list of 100 Best Poetry Blogs go here:
http://www.accreditedonlinecolleges.com/blog/2010/100-best-poetry-blogs/
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Leave a Little Fallow Corner in Your Heart
"Let mystery have it's place in you; do not be always turning up your whole soil with the ploughshare of self examination, but leave a little fallow corner in your heart ready for any seed the wind may bring..."
Henri Frederic Amiel
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
The Lake Isle of Innisfree by W.B.Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,And live alone in the bee-loud glade.And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;There midnight's all aglimmer, and noon a purple glow,And evening full of the linnet's wings.I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,I hear it in the deep heart's core.
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all aglimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water
lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
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