Day: December 11, 2016

When I cannot tell you how I feel

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When I cannot tell you how I feel
When I want to see you ,not  to speak,
I talk about the weather like a  fool

Sometimes when I’m tired I feel unreal
Or life seems lost and  meaning seems to leak
Then I  can not  tell you how I feel.

Some months have their winds to make misrule
Winds to  throttle  throats and freeze the cheeks
I talk about the weather ,as its cool.

We must keep moving or our blood congeals
So sheep must  on moorland  frosty, bleak
I don’t want to  lie for  life is real

When winter mocks our age I find it cruel
Yet you are old and for amusement look
I talk about  the sunshine like a  fool

Oh,happy   snowfalls keeping us from school
As on the ice we tumbled with loud shrieks
When I  cannor   tell you how I feel
The weather  stands for  what  I   have concealed

Mary misses her man

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Mary, now going out again after grieving for her dear old man, was invited to  a birthday  party at Knittingham Cricket Club.The name reminded her of many happy hours on a marsh by the sea in Suffolk where it was quiet enough to hear crickets and smell the fresh sea air and fall down into the mud now and then
She was told by her best friend Annie  to dress smart casual but when she arrived in the venue everyone else was dressed up in their best clothes.She shrank into her khaki trousers and over sized Windsmoor top which hung from her like a  cheap and flimsy nylon  sheet on the washing line in the backstreet where she had grown up.
All the other women were wearing  lovely flowered  dresses , necklaces and jewelled rings.Annie had betrayed her as she wore a  sweet  long dress from Monsoon and some amber jewellery with a huge matching  ring on her hand
Well, at least I got here, Mary consoled herself kindly.And nobody will  envy me.
She sat talking to a very friendly lady who told her a what was clearly a very exciting story.Unfortunately Mary could not hear a  single  word.She just varied her expression to match Jean’s.The noise was immense  as if ten rock bands were playing music from the Rolling Stones  at once ..
Luckily there was plenty of food and drink.
Oh,Jean cried,here is my grandson,Adam.He likes mathematics.Can you speak to him please
I am very sorry,Adam I have forgotten everything except transcendental numbers and uncountable infinity.
But those are the hardest things,Adam’s father cried.
They stay in mind because I feel that starting from counting animals  mankind developed  the ideas  of many new types of number, pi being  one which was used to build Solomon’s temple.They used 3 as an approximation as the Egyptians did
Adam said he was going to do complex numbers next year.But you can’t use them in cash machines his brother informed him
Well,hope you enjoy that,Adam she said brightly,wondering how she had forgotten so much so rapidly.Well it was deliberate.She had grown tired of it all and preferred gazing at trees all day since Stan had gone on to his new abode in heaven or perhaps  in hell with naughty ladies to love him
So smart casual,what does it really mean?And should Mary care?Would Emile her cat care? Did she want to attract another man?She has cut off her hair with the pinking shears to save time but men  prefer long  hair and also they don’t like to spend a party time talking about surreal numbers nor post modernism.They can discuss those things with men
Smart casual means looking good but without effort.An impossible paradox

And so pray all of us.For she’s a jolly good yeller.
And let’s pray with no fuss.

Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley




I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

Who am I to question any soul?

Who are you that loved me from afar
Yet did forsake me when the night  was long?
Who are you that loved a distant star
Impossible to ever   touch with hand or song?

Who am I to question any soul
When I have done bad deeds when overwhelmed?
Who am I to seek another whole
When I have  lingered long in sorrow’s realms?

Who is God that he should seek us out
When we’ve ignored his  messengers and saints?
Who is God and why do  we have doubts?
The world’s  his canvas  which our evil taints.

Should we not seek   leaders of more  worth?
Instead  we fall to  savagery  and curse

 

 

Symbols in literature

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http://www.thehypertexts.com/Best%20Symbols%20in%20Poetry%20and%20Literature.htm
Excerpts from “More Poems”
by A. E. Housman

XXIII

Crossing alone the nighted ferry
With the one coin for fee,
Whom, on the wharf of Lethe waiting,
Count you to find? Not me.

The brisk fond lackey to fetch and carry,
The true, sick-hearted slave,
Expect him not in the just city
And free land of the grave.

Charon’s ferry symbolizes the transition from life to death, or dying. The “one coin” is the obulus, which symbolizes death: the ultimate cost of mortal life. The river Lethe symbolizes forgetfulness, oblivion and concealment, as the dead are concealed from the living, and vice versa. The grave is also symbolic of death. In this poem the river Styx symbolizes death; although it is not explicitly named, we can infer it. In Greek mythology, Charon’s ferry carried the newly dead from the land of the living across the River Styx to Hades, the realm of the dead. It may interest Christians to know that Hades was not “hell,” as Hades incorporated heavenly regions such as the Elysian Fields and the Blessed Isles. Y

 
Sonnet 147
by William Shakespeare

My love is as a fever, longing still [1]
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest.
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are, [11]
At random from the truth vainly expressed,
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as Hell, as dark as night. [14]

This is one of Shakespeare’s famous “Dark Lady” sonnets. It employs simile, a type of metaphor in which comparisons are introduced by “like” or “as” (please refer to lines one, eleven and fourteen).