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Hi Jennifer!Today is the anniversary of WB Yeats' birth.Thought I'd post one of my favorite poems by him. I have many, many favorites.Hope you're well. I've been on the road for weeks, visiting family.What battles are we fighting? (I mean political, I know the horrid battles in Iraq go on and on).Here's the poem:SAILING TO BYZANTIUMTHAT is no country for old men. The youngIn one another's arms, birds in the trees- Those dying generations - at their song,The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer longWhatever is begotten, born, and dies.Caught in that sensual music all neglectMonuments of unageing intellect.An aged man is but a paltry thing,A tattered coat upon a stick, unlessSoul clap its hands and sing, and louder singFor every tatter in its mortal dress,Nor is there singing school but studyingMonuments of its own magnificence;And therefore I have sailed the seas and comeTo the holy city of Byzantium.O sages standing in God's holy fireAs in the gold mosaic of a wall,Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,And be the singing-masters of my soul.Consume my heart away; sick with desireAnd fastened to a dying animalIt knows not what it is; and gather meInto the artifice of eternity.Once out of nature I shall never takeMy bodily form from any natural thing,But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths makeOf hammered gold and gold enamellingTo keep a drowsy Emperor awake;Or set upon a golden bough to singTo lords and ladies of ByzantiumOf what is past, or passing, or to come."salmon falls, mackrel-crowded seas" God. He is glorious, isn't he?I wish we all could be poets.And love each other.Peace.Joanne
That's fantastic Joanne. It's nice to hear from you. I haven't been keeping up on my poetry lately. I've actually been very busy with yard work and gardening. I have putting up these "You Tube" videos in place of my own opinion pieces and poems. Here's one from William Butler Yeats that I used on one of my earlier blogs. To a Child Dancing in the WindDANCE there upon the shore; What need have you to care For wind or water's roar? And tumble out your hair That the salt drops have wet; Being young you have not known The fool's triumph, nor yet Love lost as soon as won, Nor the best labourer dead And all the sheaves to bind. What need have you to dread The monstrous crying of wind? William Butler YeatsDon't be a stranger Joanne.
I saw that video, how interesting Al Gore is bitching about Bush 41 ignoring the threat of Saddam Hussein, his administartion pretty much floats right through it, then he whines, cries and screams that Bush 43 lied to this Country, and on and on when Bush 43 paid attention to the threat of Saddam Hussein and did something about it, unreal!! Hypocrite!
Nah, it's not unreal Marie. It's typical wooden head algore. When algore complains about something it usually means that he has already done the same thing he is complaining about. algore is the only person that beats the "Breck girl" Edwards for "do as I say and not as I do ism".
JG,Are you planting a flower or a veggie garden. I do container gardening, and usually plant herbs such as basil, thyme, sage, rosemary, tarragon, parsley, etc.I miss being able to plant a large flower garden. I'm reduced to planting window boxes.I'm going to keep your WBYeats poem and present it to my little granddaughter. It is so perfect for her.I haven't had the heart to get into political stuff. As you know, I just completed a year of defeating the bastard, breast cancer. I'm stopping to smell the roses--literally, and reading a lot of poetry.This one by Mary Oliver tears my heart apart. I offer it to all who have suffered in this life:Wild GeeseYou do not have to be good.You do not have to walk on your kneesfor a hundred miles through the desert repenting.You only have to let the soft animal of your bodylove what it loves.Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.Meanwhile the world goes on.Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rainare moving across the landscapes,over the prairies and the deep trees,the mountains and the rivers.Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,are heading home again.Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,the world offers itself to your imagination,calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -over and over announcing your placein the family of things.I'd like to hear about your garden. Later, I may have the courage to talk politics, but just for now, I'd like to hear about planting things.Joanne.
Joanne, Oliver's poem spoke to my heart too. Best wishes on your continued victory over breast cancer.
I bet Al Gore's still thrilled that he invented the internet. Otherwise, the world wouldn't be able to reminisce about the "good ol' days" with him.
This is the same Gore who 9 years later screamed that Bush "played on our fears?"I wish I had the capability to cut together both those videos.Gore, like most Democrats, realizes that none of their ilk will remember what they said yesterday, let alone 15 years prior.But thankfully for the internet which Al Bore invented, we can remind his foolish followers.
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