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A Poem for a Thursday #144
Edward Thomas was an English poet, critic, and biographer. He wrote all his poems over the course of three years (1914-1917) and was much more widely known as a prose writer during his lifetime. His poems are evocative of the English countryside and have a nostalgic, musing tone to them. He is known as a war poet even though few of his poems directly deal with the war. Thomas is commemorated in Westminster Abbey’s Poets Corner. Yes, I remember Adlestrop-- The name, because one afternoon Of heat the express-train drew up there Unwontedly. It was late June. The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat. No one left and no one…
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Outside Our Door Again
Shortly after we moved here, I wrote a post about the nature preserve behind our apartment building. As the Sherlock Holmesian of my readers may have discerned from the title of this post, that is what I am going to do once again. I have been accumulating a ridiculous number of photos so I am going to dump some of them here. The first and most exciting of our recent nature sightings is the mother deer and her two fawns who have been regularly ambling past our balcony. One of the downstairs neighbors puts out bread for the animals and the deer love it. I don’t know if it is…
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A Poem for a Thursday #143
I was going to feature a different Robert Frost poem but when I came across this one I changed my mind. It gives me the excuse to use another of the five million photos of roses I have right now. I like how simple and lighthearted this sounds. The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the theory now goes That the apples's a rose, And the pear is, and so's The plum, I suppose. The dear only knows What will next prove a rose. You, of course, are a rose-- But were always a rose. The Rose Family Robert Frost
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A Day Out//Hale Farm and Village
Anyone who has been reading this blog for any length of time is aware of my deep love for Old Sturbridge Village in Massachusetts. There are a few posts about it here, here, and here. You can do a search and find a few others. When we moved away from Connecticut we were all sad about leaving behind a place full of so many memories and a place that makes us all feel calm and at peace. It is impossible to replace such a much-loved place but I hoped to find something similar in Ohio. When my sister and niece were visiting a couple of weeks ago we went to…
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A Poem for a Thursday #142
I try not to feature any one poet too often but today I was in the mood for Edna St. Vincent Millay. I mentioned in yesterday’s post how much I love the ocean so this poem about wanting the sea resonated with me. I don’t really feel exiled but I do understand the peace and calm the ocean provides. The poem is about Maine and the photo I have used is one I took in Maine a few years ago. Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the city, wanting the sea;…
