The Irish writer Josephine Hart (1942 – 2011), who was fiercely passionate about poetry and about bringing it to a wider audience, said of the literary medium she loved:
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Why I Like Quotes. So Much
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Being Busy and Staying Sane
It has been another busy week. I am not complaining busy is good. But I have been operating outside of my comfort zone, furiously paddling around in the deep-end and fervently praying that I am getting most things at least approximately right.
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A Week. The Sea. A Poem.
It has been a busy week; there has been very little time to think and none for blogging. So yay for soul-restoring evening seaside strolls. Where ever or when ever I hear the sound of water breaking on rock, be it as a crashing crescendo or a miniscule murmur I always think of a poem I love; “Break, Break, Break” by Alfred Lord Tennyson.
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
O, well for the fisherman’s boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O, well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanished hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
Break, break, break,
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
Happy Weekend – talk to you soon.
♥ The Waters and The Wild
As I was driving around Connemara, when I was there on a short break last month, I often stopped the car to get out and gaze in wonder at the surrounding scenery. As I looked at many magnificent combinations of mountains, lakes and the sea the refrain from William Butler Yeats’s poem The Stolen Child kept coming to mind. It is still, many weeks later, circling unbidden around my brain. The refrain is:
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♥ Fashion and Poetry
Aeons ago, when I was in my last school year, studying for my Leaving Certificate (final school exam in the Irish educational system), I first came across Emily Dickinson’s poems, as a couple of them were on the English syllabus. Back then I would have struggled to explain the potent tug of her words and why they left a mark on my soul; in fact I doubt if I could explain it fully today.
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