Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour. July 13, 1798

There is a verse in this poem I may have put on this blog before, but here is the whole poem with that verse highlighted.  It fits for me – recollecting my past but also still loving the bush. That verse is loaded with line after line that are each a “meme” on the internet. (the image above is nothing like the sylvan Wye but it is like the places I roam.)


 

Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour. July 13, 1798

BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
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Hurt ― Warsan Shire

“later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?

it answered
everywhere
everywhere
everywhere.”

― Warsan Shire

I like poems that sing

I like poems that sing
and hum, they’re easy on
the brain. Nothing
obscure, but plenty to ponder.

And nothing long. Unless
it really gallops. I want
to see what’s going on.
and what’s underneath.

Love is good in poems. And
life and death. Birth is rare
unless it’s spring, let’s have
more. Earth and fire. Breath.

But nevermind. Poems do not obey commands.
They come half-made and not to order.

Let’s do something crazy, Something absolutely wrong

Waiting For The Miracle

Have had this song in my mind since the Theatre of Spontaneity group on Tuesday.

That was the group theme, ambivalence, sticking with the known.

I love the verse:

Ah baby, let’s get married
We’ve been alone too long
Let’s be alone together
Let’s see if we’re that strong
Yeah let’s do something crazy,
Something absolutely wrong
While we’re waiting
For the miracle, for the miracle to come

 

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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

I listened to the podcast and enjoyed it:

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Melvyn Bragg and guests discuss Coleridge’s poem of a grim voyage in which a sailor shoots an albatross and is forced to tell the story of his crime forever.

More info, but I wanted to see the Dore Images.  Here is one:

Wikipedia

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (originally The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere) is the longest major poem by the English poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge, written in 1797–98 and published in 1798 in the first edition of Lyrical Ballads. Some modern editions use a revised version printed in 1817 that featured a gloss.[1] Along with other poems in Lyrical Ballads, it is often considered a signal shift to modern poetry and the beginning of British Romantic literature.[2]

 

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43997/the-rime-of-the-ancient-mariner-text-of-1834

 

 

Mercy Mercy Me (The Ecology)

Listened to – On Being with Krista Tippett

Drew Lanham’I Worship Every Bird that I See’

Drew related to Mercy Mercy Me as an ecology anthem. Yes.

I watched these two kererū as I listened.

Marvin Gaye

Apple

Whoa, oh, mercy mercy me

Oh, things ain’t what they used to be, no no
Where did all the blue skies go?
Poison is the wind that blows from the North and South and East
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