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The Thought Fox September 8, 2016

Filed under: Animals,Poetry,Poets — Janet @ 5:21 pm

thought-fox-ted-hughes  Image for a poem by Ted Hughes

 

Have You Heard? August 15, 2016

Filed under: Books,Literary Criticism,Poetry,Poets — Janet @ 5:29 pm

IMG_0967  Have you heard of this book?  this author?  Well I hadn’t heard of the author Jerome Chardyn or the book A Loaded Gun.  I had heard of Emily Dickinson, a New England poet of the 19th century.  Now I seem to be finding the author and his work and Emily Dickinson references everywhere.  I originally ordered the book partly because I was intrigued by the title and I was interested in learning more about  this poet.  I have been rewarded.  It has turned out to be a fascinating read.  Now I will turn to a fictional book about Emily Dickinson by the same author.

 

A Poem For Winter December 16, 2015

Filed under: Poetry,Poets,Thomas Hardy — Janet @ 3:36 pm

A poem by Thomas Hardy

The Darkling Thrush

BY THOMAS HARDY

I leant upon a coppice gate
      When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter’s dregs made desolate
      The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
      Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
      Had sought their household fires.
The land’s sharp features seemed to be
      The Century’s corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
      The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
      Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
      Seemed fervourless as I.
At once a voice arose among
      The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
      Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
      In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
      Upon the growing gloom.
So little cause for carolings
      Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
      Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
      His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
      And I was unaware.