Anna Cottage

I am back (hope you are not too disappointed  at that!) and apologise for no Poem yesterday.  To make up for that I am including two Poems, one Poem from a Poet I have featured before.

 

The first Poem is by the First Female Poet Laureate, Dame Carol Ann Duffy.

Dame Carol, Ann Duffy   Born December 23, 1955  –  aged 60 years.  Glasgow, Scotland.  She was born to a Roman Catholic Family in the Gorbals area of Glasgow.   Her family moved to England when she was 6 years of age.

Carol Ann Duffy was appointed Poet Laureate May 1, 2009.   She received an OBE 1995, a CBE in 2002 and DBE in the New Year’s Honours 2015 for her services to Poetry.   Dame Carol’s work explores the everyday experience and the rich fantasy life of herself and others.

Personally I do not agree with the Honours system in this Country, neither do I believe in having a Royal Family.  I doubt I will ever see it, but maybe my Sons or any subsequent Children they may have will finally see the end of Monarchy and  this Country become a Republic.  We can always “wish”.

“The Look”

The heron’s the look of the river,

The moon’s the look of the night,

The sky’s the look of forever,

Snow is the look of white.

 

The bees are the look of the honey,

The wasp is the look of pain,

The clown is the look of funny,

Puddles are the look of rain.

 

The whale is the look of the ocean,

The grave is the look of the dead,

The wheel is the look of motion,

Blood is the look of red.

 

The rose is the look of the garden,

The girl is the look of the school,

The snake is the look of the Gorgon,

Ice is the look of cool.

 

The clouds are the look of the weather,

The hand is the look of the glove,

The bird is the look of the feather,

You are the look of love.

 

 

Just to make up for yesterday I am including another Poem by W B Yeats the Irish Poet, and a poem I love very much.

“The Lake Isle of Innisfree”

I will arise go now, and go to Innisfree,

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;

Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,

And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

 

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

And evening full of linnet’s wings.

 

I will arise and go now, for always night and day

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;

While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavement grey,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

 

This is a very romantic, heart felt poem by W. B.  Yeats and a search for that long lost Peace that has become so important these days.

 

I love this Poem, I think of the Lakes of Killarney in Ireland the Lake shore the sound of the water and peace, finally peace.  It is there in my heart I hope my Ashes will be scattered with my beloved late Cross Border Collie who had been born on the “Muckross Country Estate”, and with her and Killarney my heart I hope will rest there.

If anyone saw the Clint Eastwood film “Million Dollar Baby” they may recall Clint reciting this Poem to Hillary Swank.   Not the first time Cling has recited Poetry in his films.

 

 

This is so haunting and reminds me of my beloved blind Grandad who taught me about the beauty of nature – the Sun, the Sky, the Lakes through his blind eyes he saw so much and passed onto me.  The finest Gentleman I have ever known.   To Grandad I dedicate Yeats Poem and this music, “thank you Grandad, I love you still and miss you”, from “little girlie”.

 

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