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After Artist's Way - Portrait of a Sometimes Poet
Morning Page Musings
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Afternoon with Irish Cows (Billy Collins) pdf free ebook download from www.pomounties.org
Afternoon with Irish Cows (Billy Collins) pdf free ebook download from www.pomounties.org
Danny Boy
Danny Boy- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More
This will always bring me back to the days I used to take part in Scottish Country Dance, something I did for several years, and after each dance we'd go to our favorite pub, the Kells, in Post Alley. When it got quite late in the evening the owner would get on the stage and sing Danny Boy. The folks there were always so good about taking care of the kilted patrons, and for that we were truly thankful.
Here's a Black and Tan to you~
This will always bring me back to the days I used to take part in Scottish Country Dance, something I did for several years, and after each dance we'd go to our favorite pub, the Kells, in Post Alley. When it got quite late in the evening the owner would get on the stage and sing Danny Boy. The folks there were always so good about taking care of the kilted patrons, and for that we were truly thankful.
Here's a Black and Tan to you~
| Danny Boy | ||
| by Frederick Edward Weatherly | ||
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow 'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so. And when you come, and all the flowers are dying If I am dead, as dead I well may be You'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me. And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me. I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me. | ||
Friday, March 16, 2012
The Red Poppy- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More
The Red Poppy- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More
Last night my daughter and I attended the Seattle Arts & Lectures reading at Benaroya Hall. Louise Glück gave a fantastic reading. This was one of the poems she shared with us:
The Red Poppy
The great thing is not having a mind. Feelings: oh, I have those; they govern me. I have a lord in heaven called the sun, and open for him, showing him the fire of my own heart, fire like his presence. What could such glory be if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters, were you like me once, long ago, before you were human? Did you permit yourselves to open once, who would never open again? Because in truth I am speaking now the way you do. I speak because I am shattered.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Rain - Poem by Shel Silverstein
Rain - Poem by Shel Silverstein
And it is raining something fierce out there right now. Wind too. I rather think we'll be swept away soon, either by water or breath of air. At least its warmer, a balmy 46 degrees.
So, I went looking for a rain poem, something layered and meaningful, something with a touch of complexity. When I saw Shel Silverstein appear on my search page a wave of childish nostalgia lapped at my toes, and I remembered reading to my daughter and son from his wonderful books. I look no more, and share this poem with you~
And it is raining something fierce out there right now. Wind too. I rather think we'll be swept away soon, either by water or breath of air. At least its warmer, a balmy 46 degrees.
So, I went looking for a rain poem, something layered and meaningful, something with a touch of complexity. When I saw Shel Silverstein appear on my search page a wave of childish nostalgia lapped at my toes, and I remembered reading to my daughter and son from his wonderful books. I look no more, and share this poem with you~
Rain
by Shel Silverstein
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
The Book Bench: Poetry Questions: Stephen Dunn : The New Yorker
The Book Bench: Poetry Questions: Stephen Dunn : The New Yorker
Stephen Dunn's poem "Testimony" is in the New Yorker. I found this interesting note in the NYker blog:
Stephen Dunn's poem "Testimony" is in the New Yorker. I found this interesting note in the NYker blog:
Poetry 180 - The Bagel
Poetry 180 - The Bagel
A bagel poem - doubling my poem challenge for the day. Sorta like having a poem savings account...
A bagel poem - doubling my poem challenge for the day. Sorta like having a poem savings account...
Fresh Sesame Bagel
A poem in dough. Fresh from the oven. I've been kneading, rising, boiling, baking many of these in the past week.
Recipe?
http://www.sophisticatedgourmet.com/2009/10/new-york-style-bagel-recipe/
Recipe?
http://www.sophisticatedgourmet.com/2009/10/new-york-style-bagel-recipe/
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