Saturday, April 26, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
They read from this Psalm at the Anzac Day dawn service at Gallipoli today
Psalm 139 from the Holy Bible English Stardard Version
"O LORD, you have searched me and known me!
You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
you discern my thoughts from afar.
You search out my path and my lying down
and are acquainted with all my ways.
Even before a word is on my tongue,
behold, O LORD, you know it altogether."
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Abandoned Farmhouse by Ted Kooser
"He was a big man, says the size of his shoes
on a pile of broken dishes by the house;
a tall man too, says the length of the bed
in an upstairs room; and a good, God-fearing man,
says the Bible with a broken back
on the floor below the window, dusty with sun;
but not a man for farming, say the fields
cluttered with boulders and the leaky barn.
A woman lived with him, says the bedroom wall
papered with lilacs and the kitchen shelves
covered with oilcloth, and they had a child,
says the sandbox made from a tractor tire.
Money was scarce, say the jars of plum preserves
and canned tomatoes sealed in the cellar hole.
And the winters cold, say the rags in the window frames.
It was lonely here, says the narrow country road.
Something went wrong, says the empty house
in the weed-choked yard. Stones in the fields
say he was not a farmer; the still-sealed jars
in the cellar say she left in a nervous haste.
And the child? Its toys are strewn in the yard
like branches after a storm-a rubber cow,
a rusty tractor with a broken plow,
a doll in overalls. Something went wrong, they say."
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
By Emily Dickenson
"This world is not conclusion;
A sequel stands beyond,
Invisible, as music,
But positive, as sound.
It beckons and it baffles;
Philosophies don’t know,
And through a riddle, at the last,
Sagacity must go.
To guess it puzzles scholars;
To gain it, men have shown
Contempt of generations,
And crucifixion known."
This is a repost to participate in the Taphophile Tragics meme. Visit there for a wondrous variety of graveyards.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Composed upon Westminster Bridge by William Wordsworth
"Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!"
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Photo: Duck pond, Botanical Gardens, Sydney
"Behold the duck.
It does not cluck.
A cluck it lacks.
It is specially fond
Of a puddle or pond.
When it dines or sups,
It bottoms ups."
Monday, April 14, 2008
The Botanical Gardens have a spectacular location by the sparkling habour, right where the great city of Sydney started.
From Flower Poem by A.D. Hope
"Not this cut flower but the entire plant
Achieves its miracle from soil and wind,
Rooted in dung, dirt,dead men's bones; the scent
And glory not in themselves an end; the end:
Fresh seeding in some other dirty mind,
The ache of its mysterious event"
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
From Creeper Habit by Les Murray
"On Bennelong Point
a two-dimensional tree
drapes the rock cutting ...
The tree has height and extent
but no roundness. Cramponned in cracks
it branches twine and utter
Sunday, April 6, 2008
From Sydney by Geoffrey Moorhouse
"Anthony Trollope came as near as possible to getting it right when he wrote, 'I despair of being able to convey to any reader my own idea of the beauty of Sydney Harbour. I have seen nothing equal to it in the way of land locked sea scenary, nothing second to it ... It is so inexpressably lovely that is makes a man ask himself whether it would not be worth his while to move his household goods to the eastern coast of Australia, in order that he might look at it as long as he can look at anything.'
Trollope wrote that something over one hundred years ago, and I know exactly how he felt. Much has changed in the years between, but not that instant recognition of inexpressible loveliness which man astonishingly, has not yet destroyed."
Thursday, April 3, 2008
The Cow from Robert Louis Stevenson's A Child's Garden of Verses
"The friendly cow all red and white,
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.
She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day.
And blown by the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers."
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
From The Poems of Our Climate by Wallace Stevens
"Clear water in a brilliant bowl,
Pink and white carnations. The light
In the room more like a snowy air,
Reflecting snow. A newly-fallen snow
At the end of winter when afternoons return.
Pink and white carnations - one desires
So much more than that ...
There would still remain the never-resting mind,
So that one would want to escape, come back
To what had been so long composed.
The imperfect is our paradise."