Untamed

by Carol4 Comments
The Untamed By R. S. Thomas, 1913-2000 My garden is the wild Sea of the grass. Her garden Shelters between walls. The tide could break in; I should be sorry for this. There is peace there of a kind, Though not the deep peace Of wild places. Her care For green life has enabled The weak things to grow. Despite my first love, I take sometimes her hand, Following straight paths Between flowers, the nostril Clogged with their thick scent. The old softness of lawns Persuading the slow foot Leads to defection; the silence Holds with its gloved hand The wild hawk of the mind. But not for long, windows, Opening in the trees Call the mind back To its true eyrie; I stoop Here only in play.   This is my U post for the A to Z Blogging Challenge....
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April

by Carol8 Comments
April Alone among the tulips and daffodils, a frog whispers, "Princess, come, pick me up, take me home with you. Release me from my curse - only you can. In your bed let me sleep. By your side let me eat. Love me, kiss me, make me a man." This is my A post for the A to Z Blogging Challenge....
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E is for Eldorado

by Carol12 Comments
The other day Amber mentioned the poem "Eldorado." All I could remember of it was the "land of Eldorado." I didn't even know it was by Edgar Allan Poe. Eldorado Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old- This knight so bold- And o'er his heart a shadow Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado. And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow- "Shadow," said he, "Where can it be- This land of Eldorado?" "Over the Mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride," The shade replied- "If you seek for Eldorado!" It's kind of sad, isn't it? The knight spends his whole life searching for the legendary city of gold only to be told that it can't be found until after death. And a quick thanks to the folks who left comments on D yesterday: Jaimie Ramsey Barbara from Everyday Wonders R. Scott Amsbaguh Taylor from Taylor Tyler Talks Carol - my mom who knows all the trouble we...
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Happy Halloween

Happy Halloween

by Carol4 Comments
I know one poem by heart, beginning to end. And it happens to be a Halloween poem. I must have learned it back in some elementary grade. I had no idea it was written by Robert Herrick, a 17th-century English poet. I just knew it was a little bt spooky and perfect for this time of year. The Hag Robert Herrick (1648) The Hag is astride, This night for to ride; The Devill and shee together: Through thick, and through thin, Now out, and then in, Though ne’r so foule be the weather. A Thorn or a Burr She takes for a Spurre: With a lash of a Bramble she rides now, Through Brakes and through Bryars, O’re Ditches, and Mires, She followes the Spirit that guides now. No Beast, for his food, Dares now range the wood; But husht in his laire he lies lurking: While mischiefs, by these, On Land and on Seas, At noone of Night are working, The storme will arise, And trouble the skies; This night, and more for the wonder, The ghost from the Tomb Affrighted shall come, Cal’d out...
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