POETRY AND MUSIC TO START THE WEEKEND

I hope those that read this blog each week, take from it something that remains with them perhaps a Poet you had not heard of before, perhaps that certain poem that meant something to you.  Even the music at the end, I hope you enjoy it, if you do then maybe you might listen to more of it.  Anyhow, this week’s Poems and the Poets that have written them are different from what I normally put out here on this blog.  The Poems contain the word HATE.   I enjoyed reading the poems and writing them,  I’ll leave you to enjoy, hopefully.

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LITTLE GLASS BOTTLE  –  BY  ALLY FLOUHOUSE

The words flow out,

My blood on a page

I’ll just sit here,

Drowning in rage.

 

A small glass bottle

Full of tears

That I’ve held back

For thirteen years.

 

Why?

What did I do,

To earn such woe?

Why must I

Hate everyone so?

 

But yet,

I’ll act strong.

Why must I crack.

I won’t,

Though this bottle

Breaks my back.

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I HAD NO TIME TO HATE BECAUSE  –  BY  EMILY DICKINSON  1830-1886

I had no time to hate, because

The grave would hinder me,

And life was not so ample I

Could finish enmity.

 

Nor had I time to love, but since

Some industry must be,

The little toil of love, I thought,

was large enough for me.

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STARS  –  BY ROBERT FROST  1874-1963

How countlessly they congregate

O’er our tumultuous snow,

Which flows in shapes as tall as trees

When wintry winds do blow?–

 

As if with keenness for our fate,

Our faltering few steps on

To white rest, and a place of rest

Invisible at dawn,–

 

And yet with neither love nor hate,

Those stars like somw snow-white

Minerva’s snow-white marble eyes

without the gift of sight.

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ART  –  BY HERMAN MELVILLE  1819-1891

In placid hours well pleased we dream

of many a brave unbodied scheme.

 

But form to lend, pulsed life create,

What unlike things must meet and mate:

A flame to melt–a wind to freeze;

Sad patience– joyous energies;

Humility– yet pride and scorn,

Instinct and sturdy; love and hate;

Audacity– reverence.

These must mate,

And fuse Jacob’s mystic heart,

To wrestle with the angel–Art.

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FOR A POET  –  BY COUNTEE CULLEN  1903-1946

I have wrapped my dreams in silken cloth,

And laid them away in a box of gold;

Where long will cling the lips of the moth,

I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth;

I hide no hate, I am not even wroth

Who found the earth’s breath so keen and cold;

I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,

And laid them away in a box of gold.


MAKE LIGHT TO ME THE WORLD’S OPPRESSIVE WEIGHT  –  BY  OMAR KHAYYAM  1044-1131

Make light to me the world’s oppressive weight,

And hide my failings from the people’s hate,

And grant me peace to-day, and on the morrow

Deal with me as thy mercy may dictate

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THE RULE OF LIFE  –  BY  JOHANN WOLFGANG von GOETHE  1749-1832

If thou wouldst live unruffled by care,

Let not the past torment thee e’er;

As little as possible be thou annoy’d,

And let the present be ever enjoy’d

Ne’er let thy breast with hate be supplied,

And to God the future confide.

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The Poem by Countee Cullen is one of the first poems I read all those years ago and helped me to develop an interest in Poetry.  I found the words so haunting, I have always remembered that poem in particular the words “I have wrapped my dreams in silken cloth, and laid them away in a box of gold”, those words I related to so much.  Having read about Countee Cullen I can see how those words cut so deep with him.  He was treated very unfairly by his own people, he deserved better.

I will leave you this week with a few Irish Blessings and a laugh, hopefully.

 

May you live to be a hundred years

with one extra year to repent.

 

As you slide down the banister of life,

may the splinters never point in the wrong direction.

 

May you be in Heaven a half hour

before the Devil knows you’re dead.

 

This I could not resist from the wonderful Oscar Wilde

We are all of us in the gutter,

But some of us are looking at the stars.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thought you might just enjoy this for a change this week.  The Irish blood running through me has my feet tapping, and memories of wonderful times spent in Cork City, County Cork and Killarney.

 

Its been a very dull overcast day here by the coast where I live in England.  We had lots of rain last night, done my Roses good, at last yesterday I finally got them all pruned back.  Have a great weekend, good luck with the gardening if you do any.  Most of all stay safe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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