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poems and photographs 53

 

(photographs: Tom Davis)


 

Friday, May 21, 2009

 

 

 

A break, now, for the weekend. The next post will be on
Monday May 18.

 

 

 

 

 

water

 

 

 


Water

 

If I were called in
To construct a religion
I should make use of water.

Going to church
Would entail a fording
To dry, different clothes;

My litany would employ
Images of sousing,
A furious devout drench,

And I should raise in the east
A glass of water
Where any-angled light
Would congregate endlessly.

 

Philip Larkin


 

 

 


 

Thursday, May 14, 2009

 

dew

dew

 

 


sweet day

 

SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright!
The bridal of the earth and sky—
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night;
For thou must die.

Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie,
My music shows ye have your closes,
And all must die.

Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like season'd timber, never gives;
But though the whole world turn to coal,
Then chiefly lives.

 

From George Herbert, Virtue


 

 

 


Wednesday, May 13, 2009

 

 

 

scamel

there is a new entry in our scamel blog.

 

 

 

 

actor

actor, Caliban's Island

 

 


new to thee

 

MIRANDA. O, wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world
That has such people in't!

PROSPERO. 'Tis new to thee.


from Caliban's Island, by William Shakespeare, Deirdre Burton, and Tom Davis, to be staged this Saturday (May 16): details here.


 

 

 


 

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

 

haven

 

 

 


heaven-haven

 

I have desired to go
Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail
And a few lilies blow.

And I have asked to be
Where no storms come,
Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,
And out of the swing of the sea.

Gerard Manley Hopkins


 

 

 


 

Monday, May 11, 2009

 

 

 

this blog has now run for one year in the current format: 346 images and poems in all (some repeated). On to the next year!

 

 

 

 

mooring

mooring

 

 

 

 


ah, the sea!

 

Wild Nights – Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile – the winds –
To a Heart in port –
Done with the Compass –
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden –
Ah – the Sea!
Might I but moor –
tonight –
In Thee!

 

Emily Dickinson

 


 

 

 


 

 

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