Soul mates

A chance discovery in Waterstones on Saturday had led me to discover my soul mate - unfortunately shes been dead 125 years!

I speak of Emily Dickinson, whom, as I embark on this late voyage of discovery of the joys of poetry, was one such after my own heart 

This poem of hers speaks volumes to me across the years: but that's a story for another day!

 

WILD nights! Wild nights!

Were I with thee,

Wild nights should be

Our luxury!

 

Futile the winds

To a heart in port,—

Done with the compass,

Done with the chart.

 

Rowing in Eden!

Ah! the sea!     

Might I but moor

To-night in thee!  

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There's a certain Slant of light

VishalK | | Permalink

I have loved Emily Dickinson's poetry for some time now. Earlier I just didn't get her, but now I like to believe I do. Anyways, poetry is open to personal interpretation and that's what makes the it beautiful.

I like this next one. It's about change and light at the end of the tunnel. Hope you enjoy it too.

There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons –
That oppresses, like the Weight
Of Cathedral Tunes –

Heavenly Hurt, it gives us –
We can find no scar,
But internal difference,
Where the Meanings, are –

None may teach it – Any –
'Tis the Seal Despair –
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the Air –

When it comes, the Landscape listens –
Shadows – hold their breath –
When it goes, 'tis like the Distance
On the look of Death –

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Many thanks ....

Old Greying Acc... | | Permalink

... a wonderful choice.

I had an Amazon voucher from the chaps and chapesses at the office for my birthday: I think I will indulge myself with the complete works.

I am a bit miffed today though, having discovered her, and that I have a local poetry group, and that they were having an evening on her life and works this week I was ecstatic - BUT when I rang up to check on the form for attending I found out it has been cancelled as the speaker is not available - not happy. 

As consolation I will also treat myself to the boxed DVD set of Anne of Green Gables with Megan Follows - I have just listened to a radio production on 4 extra and have been reminded what a wonderful story it is.

 

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So, as poignantly written by Rudyard Kipling between batches of Cherry Bakewells:

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

 

Finally,

In this Jubilee year though, I for one am not ashamed to reaffirm the following:

I swear by Almighty God that I will be faithful and bear true allegiance to Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth, her heirs and successors, according to law. So help me God.