Monday, May 23, 2016

The Lark in the Clear Air by Samuel Ferguson


Singing Birds
Lark that sings at dawn
Dear thoughts are in my mind
And my soul soars enchanted,
As I hear the sweet lark sing
In the clear air of the day.

For a tender beaming smile
To my hope has been granted,
and tomorrow she shall hear
all my fond heart would say
.
I shall tell her all my love,
All my soul's adoration;
And I think she will hear me
And will not say me nay.

It is this that fills my soul with its joyous elation,
As I hear the sweet lark sing
In the clear air of the day.



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Sir Samuel Ferguson, Born 10 March 1810, Died 9 August 1886
Sir Samuel Ferguson, "Perhaps the most Irish Poet 
in the 19th century, because of his interest in Irish mythology
and early Irish history, he can be seen as a forerunner of 
William Butler Yeats and the other poets
of the Irish Literary Revival."

Friday, May 20, 2016

W.W.--It's a rough life--but someone has to live it.

Wallowing in self-pity
I am tired of wallowing in a life that swirls  around on a figurative spindle with no results.

I am tired of smelling smoke of bratwurst wafting from that neighbor just below my apartment.

I am tired of blaring music from another neighbor above me from Trinidad.

I am tired of big boob blonde neighbor across the hall, who parades around in new purchases from Victoria's Secret, 
down around the courtyard. (Actually, I don't mind that part at all, being a red-blooded American male.)

I am tired of that toothless, knobby knees codger on first floor apartment 
ogling the blonde as she struts around applying sunscreen.

Dammit, I am just plain tired of it all.  In fact, I may move out of Mom's apartment when graduation comes (after five years of studying ancient Sumerian history) 
and get a job as a shelf stacker at Barnes and Noble.

The underlined words are Wednesday Words, 
a meme began by Delores from Under the Porchlight who wanted to challenge bloggers to enjoy a break from their chosen genre.

Fighting computer frustrations, Delores handed this challenge off to various bloggers.  This month's words are provided by Mark Koopmans, with Elephant's Child posting the word lists.

If you would enjoy a change of pace, visit E.C. site to collect the words!  If you plan to post at your own comment section, please let us all know, so we can hunt you down.  Or you can write your poem, prose, short story, whatever, posting it in the comment section in E.C. comment section!


Wednesday, May 18, 2016

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W. B. Yeats

Jupiter and Orion Shine
Had I heaven's embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

The Author – William Butler Yeats <ul><li>Born in 1865 & died in 1939 </li></ul><ul><li>Published  over 350  works </li></...
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