on the table

https://www.lyrikline.org/en/poems/5-januar-5722














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to the core

Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering,
Resembling sire and child and happy mother
Who all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
    Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one,
    Sings this to thee: 'Thou single wilt prove none.'










…...from Stratford on avon














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hims and hymns

'Tis said of Watts before his prime
That frequently, not all the time,
His wont was to discourse in rhyme
In daily conversation.


His father, naméd Isaac, too
Decreed he must such speech eschew.
Presumably, it caused undue
Paternal consternation.


Young Isaac, moved for papa's sake,
Cried, "Father, do some pity take,
And I will no more verses make."
thus ease exacerbation








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where land and sea copulate

    POEM                                              

The Island, the River, the shore,

the Stage Heads, the land, itself,

isolated, encased on three sides by

the sea and water

on the 4th side, Eastern Point an arm

such as Enyalion’s to protect

the body from the onslaught of

too much and give Gloucester

occasion, give her Champlain’s channel

in and out (as her river

refluxes), a body of land, hard on granite yet

arched by such skies favored by such sea and

sweetened in the air so briar-roses grow

right on her rock and at Brace’s Cove kelp

redolents the air, jumps the condition and strain locus

falls or emerges as the rain on her or the sun

                                    Charles Olson

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visions from the blue-plane window

In the round little window, everything is blue, land bluish, blue-green, blue (and sky) everything is blue blue lakes and lagoons blue volcanoes while farther off the land looks bluer blue islands in a blue lake. This is the face of the land liberated. And where all the people fought, I think: for love! To live without the hatred of exploitation. To love one another in a beautiful land so beautiful, not only in itself but because of the people in it, above all because of the people in it. That's why God gave us this beautiful land for the society in it. And in all those blue places they fought, suffered for a society of love here in this land. One patch of blue looks more intense... And I thought I was seeing the sites of all the battles there, and of all the deaths, behind that small, round windowpane blue all the shades of blue.




Fr. Ernesto Cardenal + 1 March 2020









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