Sunday, 31 October 2010

The Dream of the Rood

We're studying this poem in English right now. It's really interesting that, while it's an entirely dead language phonetically and gramatically, you can almost understand it when it's read aloud. Completely bizarre story.

Friday, 29 October 2010

I would like to wish a vastly happy (belated) birthday to one of my favorite poets in the world, and one of the few whom I have had the pleasure of meeting. Happy birthday as of yesterday to Mr. Ian Hamilton Findlay!

It's unlikely you know who he is; I highly suggest you look for his work next time you find yourself in a library.

"You have to understand that I consider myself a very modest artist, or whatever, and not of importance really at all - it is quite embarrassing to me to be asked my opinion about things. I am only a wee Scottish poet on the outside of everything. "
He's a gardener and sculptor, too, aww yeh.

Tuesday, 26 October 2010

Miniature feathers the wind sends to flight,
Eddying currents of down purest white.
Pinions and plumes, softly downward they flow
O, to be flying with the feathery snow!

Red-breasted Robin dare not show his beak;
The Winter Wind howls in a great noisome shriek.
But the snow gently flutters down quite softly still,
Giving Earth a down blanket to keep her from chill.

Crocuses dormant in Earth's womb, they pine
To stretch out their tendrils in brilliant sunshine.
Yet even the lyre of Orpheus fair
Can budge not the grip of this frozen air.

Dark secrets are hidden in this forest deep;
Powerful forces have put them to sleep
In silence of winter.  The muffle of snow
For now hides a mystery no man should know.

Tuesday, 19 October 2010

My latest poem

I thought I would kick off my new blog by composing a spontaneous poem for my first post. Here goes!

Glowing screens hum while flourescent lights thrum;
Coffee revives, though its drippings reside
On my desk in a puddle.
I'm sick of this muddle.

I long to see mountains, streams, lakes -- Aything!
To be less like an office slave, more a bird on the wing!
While these thoughts reach crescendo --
I'm content with my window.

The world I know is a glazed globe,
A curiosity within a kingdom of buildings.
Come to terms with your calling: phones and coffee rings.
My workplace is a multiverse, and nature, a strobe.

I'll start with the regular updates tomorrow!