Ha’ we lost the goodliest fere o’ all…?

I spent time when I should have been sleeping verifying that I don’t own a single anthology containing this poem.  I don’t know if people don’t like poor, crazy, Ezra, or if it’s just not considered one of his better poems, or if the copyright holders want too much money for it, or what. I…

Why I love…

Eugene Peterson, a person I’ve never met, who’s never heard of me, and whose most well-known work I’ve never read. At a time when I was feeling battered, uncertain, and living in a foreign land on the second floor of a small concrete house, at the end of a dead-end alley, in an unheated room…

Thoughts on a Friday

A bit more Robert Frost that seems to fit the season, not really melancholic, just nostalgic with a sense of passing time…. I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the cellar walls, And a cellar in which the daylight falls And the purple-stemmed…

Thoughts on a Friday

Some excerpts from Robert Frost’s “After Apple-Picking” now when there are so many apples to be picked… My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn’t pick upon some bough. But I am…

Thoughts on a Friday

This little poem is known as “Saint Teresa’s Bookmark” because it was found in her prayer book after her death. Let nothing disturb thee, Nothing affright thee; All things are passing; God never changeth; Patient endurance Attaineth to all things; Who God possesseth In nothing is wanting; Alone God sufficeth. It’s beautiful in English (as…

Thoughts on a Friday

“But it isn’t easy,” said Pooh.  “Because Poetry and Hums aren’t things which you get, they’re things which get you.  And all you can do is to go where they can find you.” ~A.A. Milne

Thoughts on a Friday

Spring’s not quite here yet, but it’s definitely on its way!  So here’s a little poetry to celebrate although it might be a bit premature.  😉 As spring the winter doth succeed And leaves the naked trees do dress, The earth all black is clothed in green. At sunshine each their joy express. My sun’s…

I Wake and Feel the Fell of Dark, Not Day

by Gerard Manley Hopkins I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went! And more must, in yet longer light’s delay. With witness I speak this. But where I say Hours I mean years, mean…

Thoughts on a Friday

Annunciation by John Donne Salvation to all that is nigh; That All, which always is All every where, Which cannot sin, and yet all sins must bear, Lo, faithful Virgin, yields himself to lie In prison, in thy womb; and though he there Can take no sin, nor thou give, yet he will wear Taken…

Glory be

Glory be to God for dappled things– For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; Landscape plotted and pieced–fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who…

Thoughts on a Friday

Lord, how can man preach thy eternal word? He is a brittle crazy glass: Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford This glorious and transcendent place, To be a window, through thy grace. ~George Herbert in “The Windows”