Posted on 04/24/2006 8:55:04 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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Ah, sweet room!
Hello Knitting! Nice to see you!!
Alive and kicking...
Yup we all are, Thanks be to God!
Keeping with our April is Poetry Month I offer Sara Teasdale....
"What Do I Care?"
by Sara Teasdale
What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring,
That my songs do not show me at all?
For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire,
I am an answer, they are only a call.
But what do I care, for love will be over so soon,
Let my heart have its say and my mind stand idly by,
For my mind is proud and strong enough to be silent,
It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.
My most favorite modern poem is the Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by TS Elliot myself... an excerpt:
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous--
Almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old . . .I grow old . . .
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
Beautiful! Thanks so much Bob.
I remember when Frost did the reading for Kennedy. ;)
We have similar habits when it comes to writing, anything I can lay my hands on. We have to ready when the muse visits.
This is very lovely Knitting, thanks so much.
U.S. President John F. Kennedy said,
"History is a relentless master. It has no present,
only the past rushing into the future. To try to
hold fast is to be swept aside."
Today is Tuesday, April 25, the 115th day of 2006 with 250 to
follow. The moon is waning. The morning stars are Mercury,
Venus, Jupiter, Uranus, Neptune and Pluto. The evening stars
are Mars and Saturn.
On this date in history:
In 1507, German geographer and mapmaker Martin Waldseemuller
published a book in which he named the newly discovered
continent of the New World "America" after the man he
mistakenly thought had discovered it, Italian navigator
Amerigo Vespucci.
In 1859, ground was broken for the Suez Canal at Port Said,
Egypt.
In 1862, Union forces captured New Orleans during the Civil
War.
In 1898, the U.S. Congress formally declared war on Spain
in the battle over Cuba.
In 1901, the state of New York became the first state to
require license plates on automobiles.
In 1945, delegates of 46 countries gathered in San Francisco
to organize a permanent United Nations.
In 1962, Ranger 4 landed on the moon.
In 1967, the first law legalizing abortion in the United
States was signed into law by Colorado Gov. John Arthur
Love.
In 1982, Israel turned over the final third of the occupied
Sinai Peninsula to Egypt under the Camp David peace agreement.
In 1990, Discovery astronauts released the $1.5 billion
Hubble Space Telescope into orbit. The telescope was later
determined to be flawed, prompting another space mission to
repair it.
Also in 1990, Violeta Chamorro assumed the Nicaraguan
presidency, ending more than a decade of leftist Sandinista
rule.
In 1991, the United States announced its first financial
aid to Hanoi since the 1960s: $1 million to make artificial
limbs for Vietnamese disabled during the war.
In 1992, Pentagon officials said an airman was missing and
two others were injured after a U.S. Air Force C-130
drug-interdiction aircraft was fired on by Peruvian jets.
In 1993, an estimated 300,000 people took part in a gay
rights march on the National Mall in Washington.
In 1994, the Japanese Diet elected Tsutomu Hata as prime
minister.
In 1995, regular season play by major league baseball teams
got under way, the first official action since the longest
strike in sports history began in August 1994.
In 1997, a federal district court in Greensboro, N.C.,
ruled the Food and Drug Administration had the power to
regulate the distribution, sale and use of tobacco products.
In 1998, first lady Hillary Rodham Clinton testified via
videotape for the Little Rock, Ark., grand jury in the
Whitewater land case.
In 2000, the Vermont House of Representatives approved a
measure legalizing "civil unions" among same sex couples.
The governor signed the bill into law, making Vermont the
first state in the nation to give homosexual couples the
same legal status as heterosexual married couples.
In 2001, the Japanese Diet elected Junichiro Koizumi, a
former Health and Welfare minister, as the country's
prime minister.
In 2002, Crown Prince Abdullah of Saudi Arabia presented
President George W. Bush with an Israeli-Palestinian
peace proposal and reportedly warned Bush that the United
States must do more to stop Israeli incursions in
Palestinian territory or lose credibility in the Middle
East.
In 2003, Chinese health officials closed a second hospital
and ordered about 4,000 people in Beijing to stay home as
the number of cases and deaths from severe acute
respiratory syndrome, or SARS, continued to surge in
the country.
Also in 2003, Farouk Hijazi, the former director of
external operations for Iraqi intelligence and a former
ambassador to Tunisia and Turkey, was captured. Hijazi
was believed by the U.S. government to have helped plan
the failed 1993 assassination attempt on former President
George H.W. Bush in Kuwait.
In 2004, hundreds of victims in the North Korea train
explosion were reported being treated in an ill-equipped
hospital lacking both beds and medical equipment. The
United States offered help in the wake of the blast that
killed at least 161 people and injured about 1,300 others.
In 2005, U.S. President George W. Bush and Prince
Abdullah of Saudi Arabia met with skyrocketing oil
prices topping the agenda.
Also in 2005, the crash of a Japanese commuter train
near Osaka killed more than 70 people and injured more
than 300 others.
O, wonderful graphic!
Thank You.
Spring cleaning in the Lair.
New Threads
Dusting the cobwebs,
shaking the rugs,
turning things over
clearing out the dredge
installing with care
diaphanous cloths
for plenty of light
and paving the way
for a poet's flight.
bf
OMG that poor cat, preggers again.
by Susan Reiner
March bustles in on windy feet
And sweeps my doorstep and my street.
She washes and cleans with pounding rains,
Scrubbing the earth of winter stains.
She shakes the grime from carpet green
Till naught but fresh new blades are seen.
Then, house in order, all neat as a pin,
She ushers gentle springtime in.
That poem is so pretty. I have not read it before now. Thanks.
A new thread is like a new season. In that light, this poem is for this new spring in the Lair.
Seedling
So small it was, just a tiny emerald tinted shoot,
its stem pushing up through earth with pride.
Struggling with its birth, unwilling to hide,
seemingly fearless of grazer, or a wayward boot.
Its leaves unfurled like a pair of leafy fists,
ready to take on life itself, a scrapper so small.
A bit of vibrant life, daring to rise to Nature’s call,
sun seeker, rain drinker, proving it exists.
Seedling, lovely poem. Thank you.
I get poetic when we have a spring. Someone said last week that this was our first in 7 years. I thought it had only been 3 or 4.
Good Evening, Ms Feather!
Good evening, Tom.
Hello Ms. Feather - always nice to hear from you. Hope all is well. We've been busy - not sure where the time goes or if we use it wisely. . . it's 10:20 here and it's cooled down all the way to 79 degrees. augghh!
*HUGS*
A kiss,
soft as the caress of a zephyr,
warm as body heat,
and engraved deep within a soul.
WOO HOO!
Warming it up in here again. ;)
Lovely poem.
Just somethig for all the lovely ladies here
A kiss, soft as velvet
warm as a summer night
and the smell of jasmine
etched in my memory
sparkling as rhinestones
on a Western Singers jacket.
bf
Yes, of course. And to think I took it personal. ROTFLOL
Loves Flames by a Fire
In the light of a fires soft glow she lays stretched out like a big cat on the rug with me.
She moves in sensual grace, flexing her gold toned body in the soft heat of the fire.
Her face holds total satisfaction, as she flexes across the hearth rug in pleasure.
Her eyes are open but she doesn’t see, her breath comes fast yet shallow.
Ecstasy is replaced by deep peace, her mind still roiling in loves turmoil.
Time is frozen into the pulse of life, and the fire of nerves at their peak.
Softly she collapses, shuddering in her reaction even as I enfold her in my arms.
Gone is the storm, the lightening of the soul, we are chained by loves soft bounds.
Question...Do you ever write listening to the blues??
Oh man, I love to do that. Just put those Ol Blues on a go for it.
Whew, we had better switch to motorcycle riding! EGads!
Steam is so thick in here I cannot see you! ;)
Cut that out, dang!ROTFLOL!
Well now, baby here I sit in this bar
with no bucks for another drink...
Man I got the blues
Man I got the blues
deep down toenail blues
the red kind...
you don't know if it's day or night
and don't care either way
cause the blues got a hold on you
don't notice the dirt floor
but just wanna lay down and die
Cause baby, I got the blues
Baby I got the blues
they ain't gonna leave anytime soon
they are running cold like a spring brook
dark grey skies cold and damp in the soul
Cause baby, I got the blues
I lost my shoes one night
down the street in one of those blues bars
New Orleans can be one cold lonely place
when your wearing nothing but the blues.
bentfeather (c) 04.25.06
Roadhouse Blues
He sat on an otherwise empty stage, a solo star,
in a tarpaper sided roadside bar closed for the night,
and picked the worn nylon strings of his old guitar,
venting his silent rage in each note with all his might.
Soulful, reaching, dragging memories out of the very air,
as he played from his heart alone, and fought the demons of his mind.
Bittersweet the music and the moods it evoked in him there,
and set the night alive, to dreams he thought he’d left behind.
His audience was made up of Father Time and the Fates doing downtime,
and the music of that soul held a power that flowed out among the stars.
God and all the Angles had the tables on the left, tapping their foot to mark the time.
and the music left a better place for the passing of its roiling current in that empty bar.
The last haunting note was hanging in the quiet air of dawn for so long,
and the tired worn player sat his guitar down and stood listening to the night.
He thought he heard clapping, and he swore he heard the echoes of his song,
and as he slowly walked from that ancient stage, he wore a unseen halo’d light.
Fantastic!! WOW really good!
Okay, I am going to stroll into the Black, Warm, Velvet of Sleep.
Okay, I am going to stroll into the Black, Warm, Velvet of Sleep.
Nighty night
Nighty night
The Conqueror Worm
by Edgar Allan Poe
Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.
Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly-
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Woe!
That motley drama- oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.
But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!- it writhes!- with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.
Out- out are the lights- out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.
The Valley Of Unrest
by Edgar Allan Poe
Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sunlight lazily lay.
Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley's restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless-
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Uneasily, from morn till even,
Over the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye-
Over the lilies there that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave:- from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
They weep:- from off their delicate stems
Perennial tears descend in gems.
Quote from Dr. Joyce Brothers,
"The best proof of love is trust."
Today is Wednesday, April 26, the 116th day of 2006 with 249
to follow. The moon is waning. The morning stars are Mercury,
Venus, Jupiter, Uranus, Neptune and Pluto. The evening stars
are Mars and Saturn.
Good to hear from you.
Oh, how I miss Spring 'up there' - the crocus, dogwood, redbud, forsythia, iris, daffodils, May apples - real plants, real grass, real trees! Enjoy them all!
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