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another poem and photograph every weekday. Or so.

(photographs: Tom Davis)


Friday, April 7, 2017

 

springtime

 

 

poem

 

 

spring


Spring is the Period
Express from God.
Among the other seasons
Himself abide,

But during March and April
None stir abroad
Without a cordial interview
With God.


Emily Dickinson

 

 

 

 

 


Thursday, April 6, 2017

 

green thought

 

 

 

 

a green thought

 

Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less,
Withdraws into its happiness;
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find,
Yet it creates, transcending these,
Far other worlds, and other seas;
Annihilating all that’s made
To a green thought in a green shade.

 

From Andrew Marvell, The Garden

This photograph was taken during a stay in Rhodds Barn in Hereford, which is a very beautiful place. Details in Airbnb are here.

 

 

 

 

 


Wednesday, April 5, 2017

 

wood

 

 

 

 

I am why you touch wood

 

I am the silver glimpse, in the corner of your eye.
I am the needle in the haystack,
the elegance of the unexpected,
the dazzling brightness, the exceptional.

I am the slip, between the cup and the lip.
I am why you touch wood. I am dangerous.
Without me, everything would be known
and nothing would be beautiful.

I shimmer; I am difficult.
I am what it is, when you can’t get what you want.
I am the dream you can’t remember, and long for
the interrupted poem
the unsatisfactory narrative.

 

From the play Limitless Bliss, by Deirdre Burton and Tom Davis

 

 

 

 

 


Tuesday, April 4, 2017

 

seedness

 

 

 

seedness

 

Your brother and his lover have embraced:
As those that feed grow full, as blossoming time
That from the seedness the bare fallow brings
To teeming foison, even so her plenteous womb
Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry.

 

from Shakespeare, Measure for Measure

 

 

 

 

 


Monday, April 3, 2017

 

two

 

 

 

 

two

 

Much I owe to the Lands that grew--
More to the Lives that fed--
But most to Allah Who gave me two
Separate sides to my head.

Much I reflect on the Good and the True
In the Faiths beneath the sun,
But most to Allah Who gave me two
Sides to my head, not one.

Wesley's following, Calvin's flock,
White or yellow or bronze,
Shaman, Ju-ju or Angekok,
Minister, Mukamuk, Bonze--

Here is a health, my brothers, to you,
However your prayers are said,
And praised be Allah Who gave me two
Separate sides to my head!

I would go without shirt or shoe,
Friend, tobacco or bread,
Sooner than lose for a minute the two
Separate sides of my head!

 

Rudyard Kipling, The Two-Sided Man

 

 

 

 

 


 

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