… I couldn’t sleep last night… Acquainted with the night (Robert Frost) I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain – and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat …
Yesterday was mother’s day here in the UK and this poem seem rather fitting to the occasion. I love watching my children… when they were little I wasted days simply ‘watching them’… marvelling at the fact that they didn’t exist until I made them… do you know what I mean? They always seemed like a miracle. …
A walk (Rainer Maria Rilke) My eyes already touch the sunny hill. going far ahead of the road I have begun. So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp; it has inner light, even from a distance- and charges us, even if we do not reach it, into something else, which, hardly sensing it, we …
Morning Poem ( Mary Oliver ) from Dream Work (1986) Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun the heaped ashes of the night turn into leaves again and fasten themselves to the high branches — and the ponds appear like black cloth on which are painted islands of summer lilies. If it is …
I always thought the best way to judge a man was the way he treats his children… it turns out that it’s only half of it… you should also judge a man from the way he treats his parents… Alzheimer’s (Bob Hicock) Chairs move by themselves, and books. Grandchildren visit, stand new and nameless, their faces’ puzzles missing …
I guess my recent book has made more of an impact on me that I realised because when I started thinking about today’s poem this one pop right up in my mind. It’s by Mary Oliver (again… but I’m not apologising), from the collection called “Why I wake early”. “Mindful” by Mary Oliver Every day …
“The wings of the mountains” (Arthur Guiterman) Before there were clouds in the heavens, Before there were summers and springs, Afar in the fathomless ages The mountains, the mountains had wings. For, first of the works of creation Are they of the towering crests, And great was their grandeur and glory, And greater the …
Ok, I’ll admit it… I forgot about ‘poetry monday’ yesterday, but in my defence I was rushing to attend the fourth hockey tournament in 7 days (that is 14 games, folks… just saying…) … Two out of the four competition were played and watched in the pouring rain, so a poem about rain seems appropriate, right? …
“Anything can happen” by Seamus Heaney. Anything can happen. You know how Jupiter Will mostly wait for clouds to gather head Before he hurls the lightning? Well, just now He galloped his thunder cart and his horses Across a clear blue sky. It shook the earth And the clogged underearth, the River Styx, The …
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