25-02-2016, 10:46 PM
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Re: Romantic Evocative Poetry- ladies only?
A Red, Red Roseby Robert Burns
My love is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June :
My love is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I :
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun :
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love,
And fare thee weel a while !
And I will come again, my love,
Thou’ it were ten thousand mile.
26-02-2016, 10:54 AM
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Did you write that Maddy? It's very funny, I chuckled.
This Road Once Lead To Camelot
Gone, sights Tennyson saw plainly
G.M.T. crops, bearded barley
Combined harvesters heard clearly
Cutting, baling, binding early
This road once led to Camelot
The river full of rusting rubble
New houses cover where then stubble
Bringing peoples and all their trouble
Past, is the island of Shallot.
The Lady's legend is of yore
They didn't believe, wanted more
Progress and greed replaced folklore
The past is dead and gone before
Lost, once strong towered Camelot
High rise appartments fill the space
Where a dream castle had such grace
Now none can ever see the face
Cursed, forgot, Lady of Shallot.
26-02-2016, 10:57 AM
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John Masefield was born in Ledbury on the other side of the Malvern Hills where I now live. I feel as with Elgar, Masefield was influenced by the beauty of the hills and the view west to the Black Mountains of Wales. Whenever I walk on the hills and look west, or go away and on my return catch a glimpse of the hills I think of Masefield
The West Wind
IT'S a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries;
I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes.
For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills.
And April's in the west wind, and daffodils.
It's a fine land, the west land, for hearts as tired as mine,
Apple orchards blossom there, and the air's like wine.
There is cool green grass there, where men may lie at rest,
And the thrushes are in song there, fluting from the nest.
"Will ye not come home brother? ye have been long away,
It's April, and blossom time, and white is the may;
And bright is the sun brother, and warm is the rain,--
Will ye not come home, brother, home to us again?
"The young corn is green, brother, where the rabbits run.
It's blue sky, and white clouds, and warm rain and sun.
It's song to a man's soul, brother, fire to a man's brain,
To hear the wild bees and see the merry spring again.
"Larks are singing in the west, brother, above the green wheat,
So will ye not come home, brother, and rest your tired feet?
I've a balm for bruised hearts, brother, sleep for aching eyes,"
Says the warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries.
It's the white road westwards is the road I must tread
To the green grass, the cool grass, and rest for heart and head,
To the violets, and the warm hearts, and the thrushes' song,
In the fine land, the west land, the land where I belong.
John Masefield
26-02-2016, 11:47 AM
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Re: Romantic Evocative Poetry- ladies only?
Originally Posted by Meg
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Muddy every moonlight night when I take Chloe out and the wind is blowing the branches and the lane 'a ribbon of moonlight' The Highwayman comes back to me...
As a child I was given the Princess Pony Book for Christmas .
At the back was The Highwayman
It gave me a love of poetry
( and for Latin men on beautiful horses -it had a wonderful article on Angel Peralta too!)
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