alas, not only am I not the author, but I changed Burrough's words, as Dear Daria posted the poem for everyone to read as written. I was sparked by HCR, as I am daily, with her metaphor/reality of tides. I post the entirety of William Blake's 'A robin redbreast in a cage" - another poem that is consistently in my mind , also apropos for our times. I remain cautiously pessimistic as to how our near future unfolds & am buoyed by HCR & this community.
Leslie, from wherever they originated, the words moved me. Your thoughts evoked my poetic reply, and the appreciation of others as we all responded to Buddy's picture. All of it, a moment of shared Joy.
Blake's words describe my heart and soul perfectly. I have never heard them before, but they are now my mantra, my prayer to our Maker. Thank you for that gift! May you be lifted by what you have given.
These streams of poetic sharing remind me of why I enjoy reading the conversations HCR stimulates even when she does the occasional snooze. Could be friends at a salon or English major classmates testing their literary prowess. Gently, the stimulation on a quiet Sunday morn that provides comfort and a salve to the worries set aside for the next day and rising tide. Thanks.
Yes, I like the Sunday coffee klatches when the Boss takes a break. Free-floating streams of thought, casual regard for Friends weтАЩve never met in person. The Monday tides will rise soon enough. Hope the Boss got some good rest this weekend.
Unser Chef arbeitet bestimmt viel zu viel. [Our Boss assuredly overworks herself] I love today because I know sheтАЩs getting a tiny bit of rest. I wish she took two days or three days off, but I guess this is her passion.
Well, she wrote a full Letter after all, and it's a doozy. A winner. So much for resting....Nice to have you back Roland. I'll be absent for awhile, not sure when but soon. "I'll be bach." ЁЯзЩтАНтЩВя╕П
the stars come nightly to the sky
the tides unto the sea
nothing deep nor high
can keep my love away from thee
be well & not overwhelmed, everybody
Leslie,
Since no Citation did you render,
You must be Author
As well as Sender
Of lovely Verse that I did see;
May all you send
Come back, to Thee,
On wings of Gratitude!
Best I could do in 15 minutes. Thanks Leslie, your verse was a bookend to that picture, As if the tides were speaking to us.
For words of friends and earnest thoughts,
For caring scholar's lessons taught,
For images of life so precious,
For the growing strength among us,
Gratitude! Gratitude!
Wonderful! Buddy's photo draws us together for a special moment....
alas, not only am I not the author, but I changed Burrough's words, as Dear Daria posted the poem for everyone to read as written. I was sparked by HCR, as I am daily, with her metaphor/reality of tides. I post the entirety of William Blake's 'A robin redbreast in a cage" - another poem that is consistently in my mind , also apropos for our times. I remain cautiously pessimistic as to how our near future unfolds & am buoyed by HCR & this community.
тАЬA Robin Redbreast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage.
A dove house fillтАЩd with doves and pigeons
Shudders Hell throтАЩ all its regions.
A Dog starvтАЩd at his MasterтАЩs Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State.
A Horse misusтАЩd upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fiber from the Brain does tear.тАЭ
Leslie, from wherever they originated, the words moved me. Your thoughts evoked my poetic reply, and the appreciation of others as we all responded to Buddy's picture. All of it, a moment of shared Joy.
Blake's words describe my heart and soul perfectly. I have never heard them before, but they are now my mantra, my prayer to our Maker. Thank you for that gift! May you be lifted by what you have given.
Gus Koch, Thank you for your generosity!
Gustav, youтАЩre a gem ЁЯТО
I feel like an agate for some reason....
LetтАЩs go with diamond. If youтАЩre feeling modest, itтАЩll be a yellow diamond. On a day that youтАЩre feeling proud of yourself, blue diamond.
I can understand that working in a government agency can have that effect on people. But trust me, you are a star.
Masterful! Your poem, Gus, is the other bookendтАж
Thank you Rose. Kind words, to a rusty amateur!
Your choice of poetry is excellent what else is new. You always reek of excellence. And self-deprecation/modesty, a sign of high character.
The last verse of John Burroughs poem, Waiting. Lovely.
These streams of poetic sharing remind me of why I enjoy reading the conversations HCR stimulates even when she does the occasional snooze. Could be friends at a salon or English major classmates testing their literary prowess. Gently, the stimulation on a quiet Sunday morn that provides comfort and a salve to the worries set aside for the next day and rising tide. Thanks.
Yes, I like the Sunday coffee klatches when the Boss takes a break. Free-floating streams of thought, casual regard for Friends weтАЩve never met in person. The Monday tides will rise soon enough. Hope the Boss got some good rest this weekend.
Unser Chef arbeitet bestimmt viel zu viel. [Our Boss assuredly overworks herself] I love today because I know sheтАЩs getting a tiny bit of rest. I wish she took two days or three days off, but I guess this is her passion.
Well, she wrote a full Letter after all, and it's a doozy. A winner. So much for resting....Nice to have you back Roland. I'll be absent for awhile, not sure when but soon. "I'll be bach." ЁЯзЩтАНтЩВя╕П
Wow, youтАЩre right, it IS a doozy.
I hope youтАЩll be Bach real soon. Keep up the good work. ЁЯПЖ ЁЯПЖ
Right on all. Regards.
ThatтАЩs beautiful Fred. Thank you ЁЯЩП
You can see the full text of this very lovely poem, Waiting, by John Burroughs, here.
https://www.poetry.com/poem/22194/waiting
Good Sunday, Daria! "Anticipation is making me wait." But it's a good wait!
Very good Sunday to you, Lynell!
Leslie you took so many of us to a higher place. Thank you for the exquisite transport. ЁЯТлЁЯТеЁЯМИЁЯТл
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