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Weekly poetry thread a day late

Aunt Dora Baggins
Half-elven


Nov 23 2012, 3:42pm

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With Thanksgiving I got completely off schedule. So this week I'll just post a short Grook by Piet Hein. I have dozens of these memorized.

A bit beyond perception's reach
Sometimes I think I see
That life is two locked boxes, each
Containing the other's key.
--Piet Hein


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"For DORA BAGGINS in memory of a LONG correspondence, with love from Bilbo; on a large wastebasket. Dora was Drogo's sister, and the eldest surviving female relative of Bilbo and Frodo; she was ninety-nine, and had written reams of good advice for more than half a century."
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"A Chance Meeting at Rivendell" and other stories

leleni at hotmail dot com
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batik
Tol Eressea


Nov 23 2012, 8:59pm

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a guideline... [In reply to] Can't Post

Eh--this one's a little on the longish side but has been a keeper for nearly 30 years now. I was introduced to this poem by a dear friend who had quite a gift for quoting such things! To some degree it became a "go to" for me as a person, parent, and social worker.

The Bridge Builder
BY WILL ALLEN DROMGOOLE

An old man going a lone highway,
Came, at the evening cold and gray,
To a chasm vast and deep and wide.
Through which was flowing a sullen tide
The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
The sullen stream had no fear for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.

“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near,
“You are wasting your strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day,
You never again will pass this way;
You’ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide,
Why build this bridge at evening tide?”

The builder lifted his old gray head;
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There followed after me to-day
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been as naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him!”


Ethel Duath
Valinor


Nov 24 2012, 6:56pm

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Thank you! [In reply to] Can't Post

Truly words to live by.Smile


Ethel Duath
Valinor


Nov 24 2012, 7:01pm

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That's pretty much how it seems [In reply to] Can't Post

a lot of the time! I've never seen this poem before or heard of the author. (Does "grook" mean "poem"?)

It reminds me of a notice posted outside a guidance office at a local school:

LIFE IS A TEST


It is only a test.

If this was your actual life, you would have been given better instructions.

(I laughed at this for days, once I finished crying . . .Crazy)


Aunt Dora Baggins
Half-elven


Nov 24 2012, 7:54pm

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*That* reminds me of one of the wildest memorial services I ever attended. [In reply to] Can't Post

The man who was being honored, Richard Stevens, had been a radio announcer in the 1930s. Since he had a terminal disease, he and the minister had plenty of time to plan the memorial service ahead of time. So there we were in the church, waiting for the service to start, when Richard's voice came over the PA system saying, "This is a test. This is only a test. If this had been a real emergency, you would have been given instructions..."

Piet Hein was a Danish mathematician and poet. He published five short volumes of his little poems, which he called Grooks. Here are a few of them: Grooks. One of my favorites is one I don't think is on that page. I'm quoting from memory and it's not quite right, but close enough:

Courage means you go ahead
When your heart is feeling faint.
So you can be really brave
Only when you really ain't.


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"For DORA BAGGINS in memory of a LONG correspondence, with love from Bilbo; on a large wastebasket. Dora was Drogo's sister, and the eldest surviving female relative of Bilbo and Frodo; she was ninety-nine, and had written reams of good advice for more than half a century."
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"A Chance Meeting at Rivendell" and other stories

leleni at hotmail dot com
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Aunt Dora Baggins
Half-elven


Nov 24 2012, 7:55pm

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That's really beautiful. // [In reply to] Can't Post

 


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"For DORA BAGGINS in memory of a LONG correspondence, with love from Bilbo; on a large wastebasket. Dora was Drogo's sister, and the eldest surviving female relative of Bilbo and Frodo; she was ninety-nine, and had written reams of good advice for more than half a century."
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"A Chance Meeting at Rivendell" and other stories

leleni at hotmail dot com
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Ethel Duath
Valinor


Nov 24 2012, 8:07pm

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Actually found a Thanksgiving poem by Sandburg, [In reply to] Can't Post

even though that's not at all what I was looking for!

Fire Dreams

by Carl Sandburg

(Written to be read aloud, if so be, Thanksgiving Day)
I remember here by the fire,
In the flickering reds and saffrons,
They came in a ramshackle tub,
Pilgrims in tall hats,
Pilgrims of iron jaws,
Drifting by weeks on beaten seas,
And the random chapters say
They were glad and sang to God.

And so
Since the iron-jawed men sat down
And said, "Thanks, O God,"
For life and soup and a little less
Than a hobo handout to-day,
Since gray winds blew gray patterns of sleet on Plymouth Rock,
Since the iron-jawed men sang "Thanks, O God,"
You and I, O Child of the West,
Remember more than ever
November and the hunter's moon,
November and the yellow-spotted hills.

And so
In the name of the iron-jawed men
I will stand up and say yes till the finish is come and gone.
God of all broken hearts, empty hands, sleeping soldiers,
God of all star-flung beaches of night sky,
I and my love-child stand up together to-day and sing: "Thanks, O God."


Aunt Dora Baggins
Half-elven


Nov 24 2012, 8:16pm

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"For DORA BAGGINS in memory of a LONG correspondence, with love from Bilbo; on a large wastebasket. Dora was Drogo's sister, and the eldest surviving female relative of Bilbo and Frodo; she was ninety-nine, and had written reams of good advice for more than half a century."
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"A Chance Meeting at Rivendell" and other stories

leleni at hotmail dot com
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divine hobbit
The Shire


Nov 26 2012, 3:05am

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better late than never [In reply to] Can't Post

Just getting online after a crazy week. So here's my contribution for the week:

A Deer in the Target

I only got a ten-second shot,
grainy footage of the huge deer
caught in the crosshairs
of a ceiling security camera, a scene
of utter chaos in a strip mall store,
shown on the late local news.
The beautiful beast clearly scared
to death in this fluorescent forest,
its once graceful legs giving out
on mopped floors, think Bambi
as a fawn its first time standing.
Seeing the scattering shoppers,
you'd think a demon had barged
into this temple of commerce,
as they sacrificed their merchandise,
stranded full carts and dove for cover.
And when the aisles were emptied
of these bargain hunters, who was left
but an army of brave red-shirted
team members, mobilized by
the store manager over the intercom
to drive this wild animal out.
I wager there's nothing on this
in the How to Approach
an Unsatisfied Shopper
section in the Target employee handbook,
but there they were: the cashiers
and stockers, the Floor Supervisor,
the Assistant Floor Supervisor,
the Store Manager,
the Assistant Store Manager,
the District Associate Manager,
the District Supervisor,
the District Assistant Supervisor
and visiting members from
the Regional Corporate Office,
running after it, it running after
them, bull's eye logos on their red golf shirts,
everyone frenzied and panting: razor hooves
clattering on the mirror-white floor tiles,
nostrils heaving, its rack clearing
off-season clothes from clearance racks.
All of them, in Target,
chasing the almighty buck.
~Robert Fanning


Aunt Dora Baggins
Half-elven


Nov 26 2012, 4:16am

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Ha! That's fabulous. [In reply to] Can't Post

I love the imagery, and especially the pun in the last line.


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"For DORA BAGGINS in memory of a LONG correspondence, with love from Bilbo; on a large wastebasket. Dora was Drogo's sister, and the eldest surviving female relative of Bilbo and Frodo; she was ninety-nine, and had written reams of good advice for more than half a century."
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"A Chance Meeting at Rivendell" and other stories

leleni at hotmail dot com
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Morthoron
Gondor


Nov 29 2012, 3:40am

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Have been reading poetry from WWI... [In reply to] Can't Post

Has anyone ever read Wilfred Owen? A very gifted poet who died in combat one week before the end of the war. This poem really got to me. Warning: very strong and violent images:

Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! -- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under I green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, --
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.


Please visit my blog...The Dark Elf File...a slighty skewed journal of music and literary comment, fan-fiction and interminable essays.



Aunt Dora Baggins
Half-elven


Nov 29 2012, 4:47pm

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Wow, that's so powerful. [In reply to] Can't Post

Reminds me of Tolkien's description of WWI, of men crawling like crushed beetles.


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"For DORA BAGGINS in memory of a LONG correspondence, with love from Bilbo; on a large wastebasket. Dora was Drogo's sister, and the eldest surviving female relative of Bilbo and Frodo; she was ninety-nine, and had written reams of good advice for more than half a century."
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"A Chance Meeting at Rivendell" and other stories

leleni at hotmail dot com
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dernwyn
Forum Admin / Moderator


Nov 29 2012, 5:28pm

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Oh, gosh, this is wonderful! I can easily imagine this!

And it gets sent to Geeky Son, who works part-time at Target...Evil


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"I desired dragons with a profound desire"






dernwyn
Forum Admin / Moderator


Nov 29 2012, 5:37pm

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This may be the most well-known of the poetry [In reply to] Can't Post

to be born of that War. Thank you for reprinting it, Morthoron! It is a powerful piece indeed.

Here's a link to what I've thought of as a "companion" poem, written in memory of a fellow member of the TCBS. Such a sad time...


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"I desired dragons with a profound desire"





 
 

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