Wonderful homage to Kilimanjaro... Enjoyed
"Instead of a cup of tea, instead of a milk-" - Marilyn Hacker; Crepuscule with Muriel... https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/c...e-with-muriel/
Wonderful homage to Kilimanjaro... Enjoyed
"Instead of a cup of tea, instead of a milk-" - Marilyn Hacker; Crepuscule with Muriel... https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/c...e-with-muriel/
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
Very original and complex. Found this interesting bio of Hacker: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/marilyn-hacker
"Just after rain"."BEAUTIFUL LONG BLONDE HAIR LEGEND" by Robert Clairmont
http://www.poetryatlas.com/poetry/po...ir-legend.html
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
re: Hacker - as multi-faceted a persona as her poetry
BLBHL - Dadaist perhaps ? Enjoyed
"Keep pure the thoughts within thy mind," - Thomas Frederick Young; Purity... https://allpoetry.com/poem/8628695-P...rederick-Young
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
re Robert Clairton. All I found about his life:
"ROBERT CLAIRMONT, poet, was born in 1902 in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, where he grew up. He attended the University of Pittsburgh and Columbia University. Clairmont is author of Quintillions, Star in the West, and Forever X; and the first volume of the series Poets of Today (1938) is given to his work. He was editor of the periodical New Cow of Greenwich Village and, in the early 1950's, of the poetry magazine Pegasus. The book Millionaire Playboy, by Tom Boggs, is a fictionalized account of Robert Clairmont's life."
https://www.beautyofnyc.org/Clairmont-Bio.htm
"Purity" A very Victorian poem.
"Life with the sun in"."Song." by Thomas Runciman
https://www.public-domain-poetry.com...man/song-30047
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
Re: RC... thanx
I think Thomas was having a bad day... enjoyed
"Murmur of living! Stir of existence" - Matthew Arnold; Richmond Hill... https://www.poetrycat.com/matthew-arnold/richmond-hill
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
re Thomas: lol...yes,he probably was,Too many shadows in that poem.
Arnold being the opposite of Thomas.
"Needing one, I invented her"."Aunt Leaf by Mary Oliver"
https://www.poetrycat.com/mary-oliver/aunt-leaf
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"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
Fanciful poem... enjoyed!
"On must we go: we search dead leaves," - Gilbert Keith Chesterton; Art Colours... https://allpoetry.com/Art-Colours
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
Re "Art Colours":
I found a Tagore poem but I forgot somehow to include it.Here it is:
A Hundred Years Hence – English Translation
A hundred years hence
Who it is
With such curiosity
Reads my poems
A hundred years hence!
Shall I be able to send you
An iota of joy of this fresh spring morning
The flower that blooms today
The songs that the birds sing
The glow of today’s setting sun
Filled with my feelings of love?
Yet for a moment
Open up your southern gate
And take your seat at the window
Look at the far horizon
And visualize in your mind’s eye —
One day a hundred years ago
A restless ecstasy drifted from the skies
And touched the heart of this world
The early spring mad with joy
Knew no bounds
Spreading its restless wings
The southern breeze blew
Carrying the scent of flowers’ pollen
All on a sudden soon
They coloured the world with a youthful glow
A hundred years ago.
That day a young poet kept awake
With an excited heart filled with songs
With so much ardour
Anxious to express so many things
Like buds of flowers straining to bloom
One day a hundred years ago.
A hundred years hence
What young poet
Sings songs in your homes!
For him
I send my tidings of joy of this spring.
Let it echo for a moment
In your spring, in your heartbeats,
In the humming of the bees
In the rustling of the leaves
A hundred years hence.
A transcreation of the poem 1400 Sal (The year 1400) from the collection Chitra by Rabindranath Tagore.
It was written on the 2nd of Falgun (first month of spring), 1302 (1895-96), of the Bengali calendar. Translated by Kumud Biswas. © by owner. provided at no charge for educational purposes
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Analysis (ai): The poem speculates on how a reader from a century in the future will experience the author's words. The speaker expresses doubt as to whether the reader will be able to truly understand the joy and beauty of the present moment through the author's poetry. Despite this uncertainty, the speaker sends a message of hope and joy to the future reader, hoping that they will find some solace in the author's words.
The poem's tone is one of nostalgia and longing, as the speaker reflects on the passage of time and the fleeting nature of human experiences. The speaker's use of vivid imagery and sensory details creates a strong sense of immediacy and connection between the reader and the speaker's experience. The poem's language is simple and direct, yet it is also full of rich and evocative imagery, which helps to create a strong sense of atmosphere and emotion.
The poem's themes of time, memory, and the power of art to transcend the boundaries of time are universal and relatable, making the poem accessible to readers of all ages and backgrounds. The poem's simple yet evocative language also makes it a powerful and moving work of art that can stay with the reader long after they have finished reading it.
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https://allpoetry.com/A-Hundred-Year...sh-Translation
The "P" poem:
"Propped on a stick he viewed the August weald;". "The One-Legged Man" by Siegfried Sassoon
https://www.poetrycat.com/siegfried-...one-legged-man
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
Enjoyed Tagore's poem and the analysis... much to ponder upon
Sassoon: "Thank God they had to amputate!" - what a terrible outlook to think of; the alternative having to deal more with the horror (or die) ... enjoyed.
"Questions & Answers" - K.V Srikanth; Q & a... https://www.poetry.com/poem/97778/q--&-a
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
"Questions & Answers". Lol! A reflection on the dilemmas of graduation. Enjoyed the unusual theme.
"Rose, you majesty-once, to the ancients, you were". "The Sonnets To Orpheus: Book 2: VI" by Rainer Maria Rilke
https://www.poetrycat.com/rainer-mar...heus-book-2-vi
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
"the inexhaustible countenance." Enjoyed very much.
"Said a people to a poet "Go out from among us straightway!" - Elizabeth Barrett Browning; The Poet And The Bird... https://www.public-domain-poetry.com...-the-bird-6922
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tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
"The Poet And The Bird..." Sad story but the poem survives to tell it. Enjoyed.
"The mower alone"."Advection Blues" by Michael Metivier
https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poem/advection-blues/
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row