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sphere of power, poetic thought by George-B (©always) (the smudge and other poems)


sphere of power, poetic thought by George-B 

(the smudge and other poems)

the sphere of power was robbed of one dimension.
the reminding circle is shivering
in confusing memory
of the once well adjusted  object of perfection – idolatry-
the circle’s shadowy plane hovers – like a Frisbee thrown and caught again and again –  until  dizzy and a little thirty…

Should the circle loose yet another dimension…well,  something like
a belt
shoelace
neck tie
dead snake,
will be all that’s left,
from the sphere of power…

George-B (©always)

quotation: What hath night to do with sleep? John Milton


What hath night to do with sleep?

John Milton (1608-1674) Discuss

A perfect one hundred percent, poetic thought, ©by George-B Always (the smudge and other poems)


A perfect one hundred percent, poetic thought,
by George-B

In some non mysterious yet natural way
I failed to understand the way you are,
speak,

laugh,
cry
look up toward the heavens above in search of
a sign
release
understanding
love
anything to
heal
lean on
A cotton cloud
and again understanding,
that is comprehensive,
that cleanses like
a non-acid summer rain as they used to be before…
You are so obvious, yet-yet  I always failed to give you
what you needed, to give you…
so I just gave you back you riddle and
tried to behave meanwhile as if I understood you
completely, as if I knew the puzzling cross-word by heart
as if I ace every SAT question, one and all,
a perfect one hundred percent.

(©by George-B Always
)

quotation: “…I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.” Robert Louis Stevenson


For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) Discuss

Unmasking the truth, poetic thought by George-B (The Smudge and other poems)


Unmasking the truth, poetic thought by George-B

Unmasking the truth,
Unlike skinning
a mushroom,
a tree,
a hare, a crocodile, a bird of paradise
is a matter of
intellectual quest,
curiosity, of
pretending to have found the place of gathering
that
most people avoid
where only few have the what-ever-it-is
that
make people step out of the safety of
sheepish crowds,

and expose their brains to the elements,
all
natural or human or inhumanly made…
It is also a matter of taste, sometimes a choice
but mostly a matter of no other choice at all.

©Always, by George-B.

Old, yet embelished with passage of time: Rumi and the Play of Poetry – University of California Television (UCTV)



Rumi and the Play of Poetry

quote: The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils. (William Shakespeare)


The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils. The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616) Discuss

quotation: I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal… Emily Bronte


I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal…

Emily Bronte (1818-1848) Discuss

quotation: George Eliot (on the uplifting role of music)


I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to infuse strength into my limbs and ideas into my brain. Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music.

George Eliot (1819-1880) Discuss

quotation: Abraham Lincoln As a peacemaker the lawyer has superior opportunity of being a good man. There will still be business enough.


Discourage litigation. Persuade your neighbors to compromise whenever you can. As a peacemaker the lawyer has superior opportunity of being a good man. There will still be business enough.

Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865) Discuss

word: saturnine


saturnine 

Definition: (adjective) Showing a brooding ill humor.
Synonyms: glowering, moody, morose, sullen, glum, dour, sour, dark
Usage: Since he had heard of Lilla’s death, the gloom of his remorse had made more hopeless his cruel, selfish, saturnine nature. Discuss.

quotation: The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls. Pablo Picasso


thoday’s holiday: Maidens’ Fair on Mount Gaina


Maidens’ Fair on Mount Gaina

The Maidens’ Fair is a major folk festival held at Mount Gaina in Transylvania, Romania. It was originally a marriage fair, where young men came to choose their future wives, but is now an opportunity for people to display their talents in handicrafts, costume making, singing, and dancing. Thousands of people gather for the events of the fair, which include dance competitions and concerts by folk bands and singers. Other aspects of the festival are feasts and bonfires, and the chanting of satirical verses during certain folk dances. More…

TARGUL DE FETE DE PE MUNTELE GAINA

Published on Dec 5, 2012

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along the trail, poetic thought by George-B ©Always (the smudge and other poems)


along the trail, poetic thought by George-B ©Always

(the smudge and other poems)


along the trail you see the joy of being free

along the trail you hear the thrills of flying free
of landing at your leisure.
Along the trail you feel the green of plants get greener
The wild mustard seedpods opening
and seed achieving goal

Along the trail you breath the natural at ease,
the fragrant exaltation of aromatic shields
Along the trail you live,
along the trail you  let live, while

coming around again and again for more.

along the trail by George-B_FotoSketcher (Painting 8-excessive srokes) my art collection

along the trail by George-B_FotoSketcher (Painting 8-excessive strokes) my art collection

The Danger, poetic thought by George-B (©Always) (the smudge and other poems)


The Danger, poetic thought by George-B (©Always)

The Danger lurking in plain sight,
disguised
as benevolent face…
It holds a book,
of broken promises,
some secrets to be kept…
How more can one deceive,
another one with,
But selling all there is,
and getting bloated at it…
The epics of persona selling,
is just as old as slave trade,
yes, it is…

facebook, poetic thought by George-B (the smudge and other poems)


facebook, poetic thought by George-B

To like or not to like:
That is today’s question:
Facebook plays with my feelings of liking and disliking,
but you know that,
it’s all over the news…the betrayal of trust of confidence,
of the most basic relationship…among people:
Fairness, not taking advantage of each other,
as a tool to make yourself rich (and make another poor)
But then you knew there is nothing sincere about facebook, that some made into faithbook: big mistake, big, big mistake)

need: to return ethics to the world!

Encumbered not, poetic thought by George-B (The smudge and other poems


Encumbered not, poetic thought by George-B  (The smudge and other poems)

Unnoticed, silence breathed its way in:

can you watch now the growing grass,
the snowflakes parachutes landing and,
dust settling on top of dusty old, furniture tops?

almost instantaneously
night had moved over everything:

can you see now the shadows,
and the listless moon in owe,
eyeing the blue, as if…its dust,
were not to remain undisturbed
eons ahead,
except for a few boot prints…
cold of course, and odorless, and sterile…
encumbered not…

Photo: Earth and moon seen from space shuttle

The wheel, poetic thought by George-B (The smudge and other poems)


The wheel, poetic thought by George-B
(The smudge and other poems)

In the quest
To define the wheel
The scientist gave it the circle
The artist gave it any shape
The wood cutter cut a section of a tree…
And rolled downhill…
there came Pythagoras, and
he gave the wheel it’s formula

It’s alright, poetic thought by George-B (the smudge and other poems Page)


It’s alright, poetic thought by George-B (the smudge and other poems Page)

Before me, before I was,
There were two ideas of me, two thoughts
In two minds…and it was alright…
Then one day they came together in one,
New string of DNA, and it was all right…
I was then immersed in the ocean bubble, until
I grew wings, and it was alright…
One day, early morning, I thought
I could leave the ocean
for the rigors of land crawling,
but I did not crawl…
not for a while…and it was alright…
Then
Everything became prosaic, and prose,
and the poetry was lost to
the mundane passage of time,
and nothing could replace that anymore…
not ever…and it’s all right…

Censorship, poetic thought by George-B) (the smudge and other poems – Page-)


Censorship, poetic thought by George-B)
(the smudge and other poems)

We all value things – essentially worthless –
We make them valuable as they rot into forgetfulness
Gold medals, rings, and pocket watches
Old coins, now not currency,
We all give them extrinsic value
Dry flowers, pressed between the pages
Of out of print volumes, and censured volumes
And put to death volumes, by scorching fire, bonfire of volumes
Dangerously truthful to truth volumes, and tomes of many,
many writings in languages forgotten to time itself,
Witchcraft manuals and other books and manuscripts,
and philosophies we agree not with…
All becoming ash and smoke on the bonfire of un-appealable volumes…

Instead, poetic thought by George-B. (my poetry collection: “The Smudge and other poems” Page))


Instead, poetic thought by George-B.


Instead

Of heroic return to sanity
On a tree branch
I chose a steady
Pass all sane, not quite so heroic,
yet sane,
less firecrackers for the 4th,

instead, 

rather virtual kaleidoscope
paintings, and Fotoshetcher application of
Creativity, on the music of Dvorak, Chopin, and
about another few dozens composers
hundred of songs:
All love flowing
like a spring,
continuously flowing,
uninterrupted by unexpected fireworks at midnight
on the 3rd, 4th and well into the 5th:
lets keep it virtual

instead,

instead,

instead
lets keep it real instead, instead, instead…

Promises, promises, poetic thought by George-B


Promises, promises, poetic thought by George-B

A promise I made
To myself
I will not be bored
I will learn to not be bored
To find the elements in
Things
People
Water
Air
Dirt
Fire
That will be interesting
Enough
Not to bore me
To look for antiboring-antiboring-anti
Behavior
thumb sucking
Smoking whatever
Drinking to unbore
And immature mature relationships
Turning to be boring now I
Walk away from boring
And get fit as I walk, and now
I can tell what’s boring
I can unbore and stay that way
Way to go

I’m on my way…

Sediments, poetic thought by George-B (my poetry collection)


Sediments,  poetic thought by George-B

Grudge
Hurt
Long time
Has passed

Empathy
Warmth
It touched
Under the surface
Long time
Has passed

Memories
Existing
Descending
The spiral
Eccentric

Future
If any
Remembers
The time
When it will be
In the making

(©Always, George-B)

my open window, poetic thought by George-B My collection of art)


 

my open window, poetic thought by George-B

From the window into my soul
See the miles long waves
rolling toward the sandy arrival
The bendin’ the wind of smoke stacks
At the highest rim top,
with the warning red light winking at
planes,
birds
clouds, oh yes!

From the window into my heart
See the love for hills,
wild mustard,
patches of wildest squash,
fallen old oak, young brush that’s never be old,
even though dry too early, oh yes!

From the window in my mind
See the music waving at you to join
in the choir,
the band,
orchestra,
instrument, voice, oh yes!

And see the poetry of words, that gather meaning
as they find themselves aligned and joined
by breath
as sole glue and string,
on the background of the cave wall,
from which all sense became to life, oh yeah!

Became to life!
Welcome to my open window!

today’s birthday: Gwendolyn Brooks (1917)


Gwendolyn Brooks (1917)

Brooks was an award-winning poet whose compositions, written in a variety of forms, deal with the experience of being black and often of being female in America. Her 1949 book of poetry, Annie Allen, received a Pulitzer Prize, the first ever awarded to an African American. In 1994, she was named the National Endowment for the Humanities Jefferson Lecturer, one of the highest honors in the American literary world. How old was Brooks when her first poem was published? More… Discuss

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music, music music…special songs: “Time To Let Go” (Sarah Geronimo)


Time To Let Go

Time To Let Go
by Sarah Geronimo

I don’t see the smile you used to give to me
I don’t see the same look in your eyes
I don’t know why it’s happening to us
I’m losing you forever so fast

It’s hard to keep the pieces of a broken heart
There’s no mending, there’s no brand new start
Maybe I just have to face the truth
I’m losing you and there’s nothing I can do

Maybe it’s time to let go, it’s time to move on
It is the time to forget what we have shared
I just have to learn gettin’ over all the days
We used to say “I love You”… ooohhh
I Love You

Tomorrow is a lonely day that I must face
To try and get back on my feet would be a waste
For how can I truly live without your love
A life without you is not a life at all

Maybe it’s time to let go, it’s time to move on
Maybe it’s time to forget what we have shared
Is it easy for you gettin’ over all the days
We used to say “I Love You”

There are many questions
(Many questions)
Left in my mind
I can’t find the answers
Why oh why
But I know it is true, it is time to let go

It’s the time to let go, it’s time to move on
It is the time to forget what we have shared
I just have to learn gettin’ over all the days
We used to say…
I Love You… ooohhh
I Love You

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memento: And Still I Rise


And Still I Rise

 

Maya Angelou with Bloomberg and Nadler

Maya Angelou with Bloomberg and Nadler (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In addition to her well-known autobiographies, Maya Angelou has steadily written poetry over the years. In this video Professor Angelou recites her poem, “And Still I Rise,” from her volume of poetry And Still I Rise, published in 1978.

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Haiku: Ant, Poetic thought by George-B


Haiku: Ant, Poetic thought by George-B

Innocent in fall
Water droplet rushes down
Engulfing the ant

ant

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QUOTATION: Thomas Hardy


Poetry is emotion put into measure. The emotion must come by nature, but the measure can be acquired by art.

Thomas Hardy (1840-1928) Discuss

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REGINA SPEKTOR LYRICS “The Sword & The Pen”


REGINA SPEKTOR LYRICS

“The Sword & The Pen”

Don’t let me get out of this kiss
Don’t let me say what I say
The things that scare us today
what if they happen someday
Don’t let me out of your arms
For now

What if the sword kills the pen
What if the god kills the man
And if he does it with love
Well then it’s death from above
And death from above is still a death

I don’t want to live without you
I don’t want to live without you
I don’t want to live
I don’t want to live
Without you

For those who still can recall
The desperate colors of fall
The sweet caresses of May
Only in poems remain
No one recites them these days
For the shame

So what if nothing is safe
So what if no one is saved
No matter how sweet
No matter how brave
What if each to his own lonely grave

I don’t want to live without you
I don’t want to live without you
I don’t want to live
I don’t want to live
Without you

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Foreigner – ‘I Want To Know What Love Is’ [Official Music Video]



Music video by Foreigner performing I Want To Know What Love Is.
Best quality available on YouTube

I do not own this material, I am just showing it to the rest of the world. 

Lyrics:

I gotta take a little time
A little time to think things over
I better read between the lines
In case I need it when I’m older
Aaaah woah-ah-aah

Now this mountain I must climb
Feels like a world upon my shoulders
And through the clouds I see love shine
It keeps me warm as life grows colder

In my life there’s been heartache and pain
I don’t know if I can face it again
Can’t stop now, I’ve traveled so far
To change this lonely life

I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me
Aaaah woah-oh-ooh

I’m gonna take a little time
A little time to look around me, oooh ooh-ooh ooh-ooh oooh
I’ve got nowhere left to hide
It looks like love has finally found me

In my life there’s been heartache and pain
I don’t know if I can face it again
I can’t stop now, I’ve traveled so far
To change this lonely life

I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me
I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
And I wanna feel, I want to feel what love is
And I know, I know you can show me

Let’s talk about love
(I wanna know what love is) the love that you feel inside
(I want you to show me) I’m feeling so much love
(I wanna feel what love is) no, you just cannot hide
(I know you can show me) yeah, woah-oh-ooh
I wanna know what love is, let’s talk about love
(I want you to show me) I wanna feel it too
(I wanna feel what love is) I wanna feel it too
And I know, and I know, I know you can show me
Show me what is real, woah (woah), yeah I know
(I wanna know what love is) hey I wanna know what love
(I want you to show me), I wanna know, I wanna know, want know
(I wanna feel what love is), hey I wanna feel, love
I know you can show me, yeah

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WORD: VAPOROUS


vaporous 

Definition: (adjective) So thin as to transmit light.
Synonyms: cobwebbydiaphanousfilmygauzysee-throughtransparent,gossamersheer
Usage: She was draped in vaporous silks that in the moonlight gave her the appearance of an unearthly apparition. Discuss.
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TODAY’S BIRTHDAY: MAYA ANGELOU (1928)


Maya Angelou (1928)

Angelou is an African-American writer and performer and the author of several volumes of poetry. Her seven autobiographical volumes, including I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, recount her traumatic youth and explore themes of economic, racial, and sexual oppression. In 1993, she was given the honor of reciting her poem “On the Pulse of Morning” at Bill Clinton’s presidential inauguration. Angelou was not always so vocal; she endured several years of mutism in childhood. What triggered it? More… Discuss

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ARTICLE: IAMBIC PENTAMETER: SHAKESPEARE’S RHYTHM


Iambic Pentameter: Shakespeare’s Rhythm

Shakespeare’s plays are written largely in iambic pentameter, a poetic meter in which each pair of syllables contains an unstressed syllable and a stressed syllable. It creates a rhythm like that of a human heartbeat: lubb-dupp. Strictly speaking, iambic pentameter refers to five iambs in a row, but poets vary their iambic pentameter a great deal. A common departure is the addition of a final unstressed syllable, which Shakespeare uses in one of his most famous lines. Which line is it?More… Discuss

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TODAY’S BIRTHDAY: GUSTAVO ADOLFO BÉCQUER (1836)


Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer (1836)

One of the best 19th-century lyric poets, Bécquer was a Spanish poet and writer of romantic tales. Orphaned by 11, unhappily married, and living in poverty for most of his brief life, he became lonely and introspective. His celebrated suite of poems, Rimas, is characterized by the melancholy and resigned bitterness of the romantics. He was moderately well known during his life but gained wider acclaim following the posthumous publication of many of his works. What caused his early death? More… Discuss

 

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Adventurer Account, by George-B


Adventurer Account, by George-B

I have been walking Northbound
until there was no mere North to go to
and then I took the opposite direction,
found myself upside down hanging by
the branches of the Southern tree…
I was by exhausted,
hungry,
unshaven…
So I took a long rest
next day
I started west, and kept at it, for a while
and then I hit a bump in the road
at Greenwich
and had to heal my foot…
Then I considered continuing my walk
same direction


Late that year I draw a conclusion

and build a house of red bricks,
a picket fence
a kidney bean pool
a tennis court
a trail with 5 flights of stairs, wooden,
to the sandy beach. 

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What’s missing in picture, by George-B


What’s missing in picture,  by George-B

If the images would have words
it would tell of the cold and heat
The sun hidden by the trees,
sun looking through  the trees
the murmur of the  water somewhere
not far enough, but just as far as to be invisible …

 Grass fragrance  barely being mowed and
now fanned to dry, 

the wind fluttering through the branches and leaves-
all 
would look at us through the frame of the picture…

TODAY’S HOLIDAY: NATIONAL COWBOY POETRY GATHERING


National Cowboy Poetry Gathering

The National Cowboy Poetry Gathering is a celebration of the old tradition of cowboy poetry in the buckaroo town of Elko, Nevada. The gathering, which began in 1985 with about 50 working cowboys, has become a six-day affair in the last week of January that now includes folk music concerts, western dances, exhibits of cowboy gear, and workshops not only on writing but also on such topics as horse-hair braiding and photography. Poetry remains the heart of the festival, and the poets—all working ranch people—include men, women, and children. More… Discuss

 

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TODAY’S BIRTHDAY: ROBERT BURNS (1759)


 

 

Robert Burns (1759)

 

 

 

Robert Burns inspired many vernacular writers ...

Robert Burns inspired many vernacular writers across the Isles with works such as Auld Lang Syne, A Red, Red Rose and Halloween. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Burns, a Scottish poet, wrote some of the best-known poems in the English language—like New Year‘s classic “Auld Lang Syne” and J.D. Salinger‘s titular inspiration “Comin’ thro’ the Rye.” However, he struggled to get published during his lifetime and became not only discouraged but poor and dissipated—carrying on several simultaneous love affairs. His first poem was published in 1786, but he did not get to enjoy his success for long; he died of rheumatic fever at 37. What is a “Burns Supper“? More… Discuss

 

 

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Haiku – Snowdrops, by George-B


Haiku – Snowdrops, by George-B

Haiku – Snowdrops

Snowdrops pierce winter
Snows are blushingly thawing
Nature rejoices!

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Un bulgăre de humă (1989) (Ion Creangă și Mihai Eminescu)




Povestea lui Ion Creanga, scriitorul care a reusit sa impresioneze generatii de-a randul cu basmele si povestirile sale. Continuand un har mostenit de la stramosii sai, Creanga considera povestile lui o simpla sursa de amuzament, lipsita de profunditate. Mihai Eminescu este cel care incearca sa-l convinga ca detine un talent deosebit. Poetul, insa, are alte probleme, fiind implicat intr-o imposibila poveste de dragoste cu Veronica Micle…. Respectul pe care il avem in mod firesc fata de marile personalitati Ion Creanga si Mihai Eminescu a devenit, in
momentul realizarii acestui film extrem de inhibant. Acesta a constituit principalul handicap pe care l-am avut de trecut. Pentru a deveni personaje de film, Eminescu si Creanga trebuiau sa coboare de pe statui, sa prinda viata imprumutand chipurile unor actori: sa vorbeasca, sa se miste si sa evolueze intr-un chip cat mai firesc. In loc sa pastram un ton solemn, omagial, care ar fi imprimat filmului, cred, un aer sedentios, an incercat sa ne apropiem cu discretie si caldura de personalitatile readuse la viata. Chiar daca primele lor aparitii in film risca sa deceptioneze printr-o fireasca neidentificare cu fotografiile icoana, atat de cunoscute, speram ca personajele sa devina convingatoare pe parcursul desfasurarii povestirii cinematografice. Este un omagiu pe care ila duce cu intarziuere implinirii a 100 de ani de la moartea lui Ion Creanga, Mihai Eminescu si Veronica Micle” (Nicolae Margineanu).

 

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Great Compositions/Performances: Mihai Eminescu – Sara pe deal



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QUOTATION: E. M. Forster


It isn’t possible to love and to part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.

E. M. Forster (1879-1970) Discuss

 

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QUOTATION: Ralph Waldo Emerson


Man postpones or remembers; he does not live in the present, but with reverted eye laments the past, or, heedless of the riches that surround him, stands on tiptoe to foresee the future.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) Discuss

 

Word: BAFFLE


baffle 

Definition: (verb) Be a mystery or bewildering to.
Synonyms: dumbfoundflummoxmystifynonplusperplexpuzzleamaze,stupefygravelvexposestickbeatget
Usage: An apple tree producing square fruit would undoubtedly baffle experts. Discuss.

 

SHI


 

Shi

Shi is the Chinese word for “poetry” or “poem.” As early poetry was often sung or chanted, folk poetry was adapted from song form into written shi by the Chinese literati. Some forms of shi include gushi, an ancient style with no formal constraints aside from line length and rhyme, and jintishi, a modern form regulated by tone patterns that emerged during the T’ang period, widely considered the golden age of Chinese poetry. What was the first collection of Chinese poetry?More… Discuss

 

 

Today’s Birthday: ELLA WHEELER WILCOX (1850)


Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850)

When her Poems of Passion was published in 1883, Wheeler gained notoriety for writing “immoral” poetry. Her subsequent works showed a marked change in content, focusing on temperance, religion, and sentimental, inspirational verse. Her best known poem is “Solitude,” which earned her five dollars when it was published in an 1883 issue of the New York Sun. It famously opens, “Laugh and the world laughs with you / Weep and you weep alone.” What inspired her to write these lines?More… Discuss
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Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

 
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it’s mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
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Haiku Equilibrium, poetic thought by george-b Equilibrium: Stones shouldering each other with air for mortar.


Haiku Equilibrium, poetic thought by george-b

Equilibrium:
Stones shouldering each other
with air for mortar.
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NEW Widget AT EuZicAsa: HAIKU TOPICS (ACCESS HERE)


HAIKU TOPICS (ACCESS HERE)

HAIKU TOPICS (ACCESS HERE)

Introducing Haiku Poets and Topics . . . . . WKD

Introducing Haiku Poets, Famous People, Places and Haiku Topics 
A project of the World Kigo Database. 

This is an educational site for reference purposes of haiku poets worldwide. 

Dr. Gabi Greve, Japan, Daruma Museum. 

 

Today’s Birthday: EZRA POUND (1885)


Ezra Pound (1885)

A major shaper of 20th-century poetry, Pound was one of the most famous and controversial modern literary figures—praised as a subtle and complex poet, dismissed as a naive egotist and pedant, and condemned as a traitor and reactionary. He was a founder of the imagist poetry movement, an editor of several periodicals, and a mentor to many noted writers of his day. Arrested for treason in 1945, he was deemed insane and committed. What did he write during his 12 years in a US mental institutionMore… Discuss

Find out more about Pound as a Haiku Poet HERE