..... spent the latter part of the afternoon searching the woods behind the house for those two missing rockets to no avail........ and then I finally took the time to retire indoors to a home-cooked meal and a gigantic tome of poetry accompanied by a rather large 15 year old Macallan with a tad of water for my efforts........
...... but anyway, since I don't want to bore you fine boys and girls, I will leave you all tonight with a test.........
..... no googling, of course....... any guesses as to the author of these words?.........
Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.
.... as a hint, I will tell you that I bought their Victorian book in Limerick last month.....
.... and her brothers weren't exactly slouches either, if I recall.....
I'm not going to give this one away for you but my husband buys me poetry books for our anniversaries and I recognized this one, although I must admit I couldn't remember the name of the author until I found it.
I hope you don't mind me putting all of it in here. It truly is beautiful.
Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.
O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.
Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low,
As long ago, my love, how long ago
... nope, not at all!... it is a beautiful poem.... I hope everyone likes reading the full version that you posted.....
Bullshitted by Eric on November 6, 2009 08:21 PM... thanks, Jean.... she was one hell of a poetess....... any guess as to the author?...
Bullshitted by Eric on November 7, 2009 09:37 PMI'll give you a hint: Her name rhymes with "Retsina Spaghetti."
Bullshitted by Elisson on November 7, 2009 10:36 PMwell, crikey. I had to cheat. Googled the first line. Then, I remembered that you posted her 'Goblin Market' last month.
p.s. you and your blog are #5 on the first google page that comes up...heh.
Bullshitted by Jean on November 8, 2009 06:38 PM.. hmmm.... well, I guess I will have to go back and re-read what I wrote about "The Goblin Market!"....
Bullshitted by Eric on November 8, 2009 08:10 PM