Experiment on printed paper.
I rarely comment on the music I put up here. This one deserves a little explanation. It turns out I have fallen in love and I hope I do fall in love again. And I did fall in love a few times and had it not returned, you know what I mean? So the next time someone falls in love with me, it better be the one I love from afar, the one who already loves me, the one who will never let me go.
What can I do about geography? Circumstances do not ALWAYS make things work out. But, not for the same reasons Mr. Waits settles for more drink and not falling in love, and then he falls for the woman who is no longer in the room, at the end, rang a bell with me here today.
Combine that song with this one…
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To know that death is waiting,
Beyond a turn in the road,
To know that home, the place of beginnings,
Will also be the ending.
To have so much to bear,
And to know you are just one, and a weak one at that,
And still to drive home, to say goodbye.
To drive on to the last bend in the road,
Between fields and stone walls,
Tangled blackthorn and blackface looking on,
With the clouds rolling overhead,
And the hedgerows full of blackbirds.
Behind, in the house, a woman at the window,
Love left by the hearth,
And the last sound, the rattle and whine of death.
So much waste, so many years of shed blood,
And yours not the least.
No beauty in this terror, if not in the thought,
To go home and pass beyond the last bend in the road.
Poem inspired by twitter friend and muse, Luigi La Ragione.
Painting by Caspar David Friedrich
You sold me dreams of smoke without fire,
The clouds you rode dissolved in rain,
The blue you painted across the sky,
Torn and rent let through the night.
You poured me an ocean of restless waves,
That rolled over shadows of jagged rocks.
The rainbow smiles were for the others,
The promises made were words in the wind.
You wrote your heart in ripples of water,
And walked away in the cold light of the stars.
deer seem to prefer
my sweet gardens
to exclusion of
far be it from me
of their visits
for clearly they’ve
nicely been cultured
so graceful expressive
and downright polite
are these ruminant
having sharp sense
of good taste
Last day of the challenge, and a quote from my favourite poet, WB Yeats. It was hard to choose a few lines, there is so much beautiful imagery in Yeats. The following lines are from one of his best-loved poems, The Lake Isle of Innisfree.
The painting is by Akseli Gallen-Kallela
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds on the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
Rules are simple (though I realise I haven’t followed them to the letter) to post a favourite quote a day for three days, and each day to pass on the challenge to three other bloggers.
Painting by Van Gogh
In the cool of the morning,
I walk beneath the roses,
Light sifted pink and white,
Perfume dripping with the dew.
Birch tree drips with birdsong,
Falling in dapples about my feet.
I walk, and the mist parts,
Rising from the river into the blue air.
I walk, listening to the quiet rush
Of the tressed water,
Tangling and untangling,
On its way to the sea.
In the cool wind from the west, I walk,
Listen to the silence falling,
At my back the sun rises,
At my face the rising wind.
Wind from the sea in my face,
And instead of the honey of your lips,
I taste the salt,
Though I cannot tell,
Perhaps it is the taste of my tears.
Painting by William Blake
The fire blazes high and strong,
Surrounded by a happy throng,
Singing, dancing all night long.
And in the dawn of spring’s new day,
When all the songs have died away,
Last night’s wishes are here to stay.
Homeward now, hair rumpled, clothes torn,
They yawn and smile and sleep lovelorn,
Dreaming of winter and bairns to be born.