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.
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.
What did I do,
To earn such woe?
Why must I
Hate everyone so?
I’ll act strong.
Why must I crack.
Though this bottle
Breaks my back.
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.
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.
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;
These must mate,
And fuse Jacob’s mystic heart,
To wrestle with the angel–Art.
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
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.
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.