Sydney Lanier, Roger. I'll bet Sue knows him. Arthur
----- Original Message -----
From: "Roger Collett" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Wednesday, April 16, 2003 12:02 AM
Subject: Lovely Jubbly
> Arthur,
>
> I prefer one of GMH's contemporaries, beautiful musical poetry.
>
> Glooms of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and woven
> With intricate shades of the vines that myriad-cloven
> Clamber the forks of the multiform boughs,-
> Emerald twilights,-
> Virginal shy lights,
> Wrought of the leaves to allure to the whisper of vows,
> ................
>
> Anyone know this, my favourite author who got me interested in poetry in
the
> first place?
>
>
> Roger
>
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Roger Collett" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Tuesday, April 15, 2003 11:47 PM
> Subject: Re: newsub/grass
>
>
> > Gerard Manley Hopkins
> >
> > R
> >
> >
> > ----- Original Message -----
> > From: "hui dewar" <[log in to unmask]>
> > To: <[log in to unmask]>
> > Sent: Tuesday, April 15, 2003 9:24 AM
> > Subject: Re: newsub/grass
> >
> >
> > > Arthur,
> > >
> > > Thanks for reading it. Who is GMH?
> > >
> > > Colin
> > >
> > >
> > > ----- Original Message -----
> > > From: "arthur seeley" <[log in to unmask]>
> > > To: <[log in to unmask]>
> > > Sent: Monday, April 14, 2003 8:23 AM
> > > Subject: Re: newsub/grass
> > >
> > >
> > > > 'Long live the wet and the wilderness yet' ( GMH)
> > > > Lovely poem Colin . thank you for the read. Arthur.
> > > > ----- Original Message -----
> > > > From: "Colin dewar" <[log in to unmask]>
> > > > To: <[log in to unmask]>
> > > > Sent: Thursday, April 10, 2003 11:19 PM
> > > > Subject: newsub/grass
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > > Uncut Grass
> > > > >
> > > > > We didn't cut the grass this year
> > > > > and now we are lost at sea.
> > > > > We guess at the form of the wind
> > > > > from the bellying of green.
> > > > > I drop anchor where my daughter
> > > > > tugs at stems and sneezes.
> > > > >
> > > > > We learn flowers,
> > > > > wave upon wave,
> > > > > dandelion and lady's smock -
> > > > > yellow and violet on a spring day,
> > > > > clover in summer
> > > > > and when we think them ended,
> > > > > hawkbit like another dandelion
> > > > > runs to the sky.
> > > > >
> > > > > At night the hawkbit closes
> > > > > and I perform Tai Chi
> > > > > with the grass tugging my ankles,
> > > > > wetting my socks under a Summer moon.
> > > > > At dawn it opens
> > > > > in brotherly colour to meet the sun.
> > > > >
> > > > > When the sun shines we hang out washing to dry.
> > > > > Bed clothes flap blankly
> > > > > and shirts and trousers
> > > > > dance like other selves
> > > > > on adventurous swell.
> > > > > I live with sail cloth
> > > > > as it bounces and billows
> > > > > to tug itself free.
> > > > >
> > > > > Tide after tide of changes
> > > > > as months go by.
> > > > > Seedlings of ash and sycamore
> > > > > are poised to take over,
> > > > > stretch darkness above our heads.
> > > > > Must I reach for my blade,
> > > > > be farmer not sailor,
> > > > > store hay year after year?
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > > Colin
> > > >
> > > >
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