Sunday, May 31, 2009

Neither Out Far nor In Deep

Robert Frost
The people along the sand
All turn and look one way.
they turn their back on the land.
They look at the sea all day.

As long as it takes to pass
A ship keeps raising its hull;
The wetter ground like glass
Reflects a standing gull.

The land may vary more;
but whereever the truth may be -
The water comes ashore,
And the people look at the sea.

They cannot look out far.
They cannot look in deep.
But when was that ever a bar
To any watch they keep?

Sunday, May 17, 2009

The Windhover

By Gerard Manley Hopkins

I caught this morning morning’s minion, kingdom of
daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow bend: the hurl and gliding.
Rebuffed the big wing. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, - the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!

Maundy Thursday

By Wilfred Owen

Between the brown hands of a server-lad
The silver cross was offered to be kissed.
The men came up, lugubrious, but not sad,
And knelt reluctantly, half-prejudiced.
(And kissing, kissed the emblem of a creed.)
Then mourning women knelt; meek mouths they had’
(And kissed the body of the Christ indeed.)
Young children came, with eager lips and glad.
(These kissed a silver doll, imensely bright.)
Then I, too, knelt before that acolyte.
Above the crucifix I bent my head:
The Christ was thin, and cold, and very dead:
And yet I bowed, yea kissed – my lips did cling
(I kissed the warm live hand that held the thing.)

I know where the summer goes

By Hannah Clare

I know where the summer goes

Out through wound down windows
In shapes of clouds, in sparks
In naked human form.
Throwing down for a moment,
Jump into the back of the van,
Would you be scared?

I know where the summer goes

In the expression on your face
as you fall through mid air,
through smoke, through sparks
in naked human form.
Into the water
Would you be scared,
To fall through thin air?

Over linear fields where you ran
Behind light and your shadow,
In naked human form
Touches the sand.
Would you be scared
To jump into the back of the van
Throwing down for a moment,
To fall through
Thin air
In naked human form.