Ssshhhhhhhhh
Hockersmith
All the words that I gather,
And all the words that I write,
Must spread out their wings untiring,
And never rest in their flight,
Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,
And sing to you in the night,
Beyond where the waters are moving,
Storm darkened or starry bright.
W.B.Yeats
1892
Your turn Pete!
KateH
PeteStuart
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift my glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
Yeats
1910
--
Pete Stuart
http://personal.bhm.bellsouth.net/~taocelt
Given the choice between eating and starving, or laughing and crying
what would you choose?
--Neil McEwan
PeteStuart
Hockersmith wrote:
> Your turn Pete!
> KateH
>
In case you meant an original, I dedicate "The Glen" to you.
Softly, dimly, through the glen she comes walking,
Walking amidst the shadowy grass.
Quietly, slowly, she glides 'midst the flowers,
Flowers that bow as she comes walking past.
Lovely, sweetly, she spies me awatching,
Watching her draw ever nigh.
Shyly, demurely, she smiles a small smile,
Smiling against her impulses to fly.
Gently, boldly, I take her soft hand,
Hand within glove made of lace.
Quickly, rashly, I give her a kiss,
A kiss that confuses her face.
Swiftly, fearfully, she pulls from my touch,
A touch that means only to care.
Sadly, dully, I glance at my hand,
A hand holding nothing but air.
Softly, dimly, through the glen she goes walking,
Walking with smile not delayed.
Gaily, gladly, I find myself waiting,
Waiting to meet once again with this maid.
--
Pete Stuart
http://personal.bhm.bellsouth.net/~taocelt
Oh Lord, it's hard to be humble,
When you're perfect in every way.
I can't wait to look in the mirror,
Cause I get better looking each day.
To know me is to love me.
I must be one hell of a man.
Oh Lord, it's hard to be humble,
But I'm doing the best that I can.
-- David Allen Coe (I think)
Zozimus the street singer
PeteStuart got carried away and spouted
>
>
>Hockersmith wrote:
>
>> Your turn Pete!
>> KateH
>>
>
> In case you meant an original, I dedicate "The Glen" to you.
>
>Softly, dimly, through the glen she comes walking,
>Walking amidst the shadowy grass.
>Quietly, slowly, she glides 'midst the flowers,
>Flowers that bow as she comes walking past.
>
>Lovely, sweetly, she spies me awatching,
>Watching her draw ever nigh.
>Shyly, demurely, she smiles a small smile,
>Smiling against her impulses to fly.
>
>Gently, boldly, I take her soft hand,
>Hand within glove made of lace.
>Quickly, rashly, I give her a kiss,
>A kiss that confuses her face.
>
>Swiftly, fearfully, she pulls from my touch,
>A touch that means only to care.
>Sadly, dully, I glance at my hand,
>A hand holding nothing but air.
>
>Softly, dimly, through the glen she goes walking,
>Walking with smile not delayed.
>Gaily, gladly, I find myself waiting,
>Waiting to meet once again with this maid.
Hughie O'Rourke! Hughie O'Rourke! Calling Hughie O'Rourke!
Zoz
Hockersmith
To every listening sedge;
And they bent, bowed with my sorrow,
Down to the water's edge.
But she stands and laughs lightly
To see me sorrow so,
Like the light winds that laughing
Across the water go.
If I could tell the bright ones
That quiet-hearted move,
They would bend down like the sedges
With the sorrow of love.
But she stands laughing lightly,
Who all my sorrow knows,
Like the little wind that laughing
Across the water blows.
Seumas O' Sullivan
Fell for this one in botany class...sedges & grasses / chapter 10.
Never did very well either, was probably reading the wrong book.
KateH
Next!
Pete? Anybody?
Hockersmith
>
> Hockersmith : Thank God, I'm almost certain I've reached my pogrom quota
for today.
> In case you meant an original, I dedicate "The Glen" to you.
> Pete Stuart
Wow!...beautiful! You are very good, why aren't these on your web page?
Or are they?
Never had a poem dedicated to me before (imagine that!). Did have a song
written for me once, pretty too, full of Celtic Knot imagery...I figured I
just confused the poor guy!
My drawings are much better than my poetry and I have one that compliments
"The Glen", I'll see if I can get it scanned sometime.
In the shadow of the evening
With the setting of the sun
The hounds are running cross the fields
To hurry Autumn on.
The leaves they skirl and settle
Dark clouds are rolling in
They're racing down the valley
To catch the dying sun
As shadows fall around us
The wind is wet and chill
The hounds and I are headed home
And Autumns on the hill
Okay, Okay I admit it! I write poetry for my dogs...
and they appreciate it.
KateH
WhiteWolf
>PeteStuart : Help, I feel a poem coming on...!!!!
>>
>> Hockersmith : Thank God, I'm almost certain I've reached my pogrom quota
>for today.
Hi Pete and KateH,
Just to say I loved your poems... It's *great* to see some actual *culture*
on soc.*culture*.irish for a change...
This is the best thread on the whole group in a *long* time... Congrats!
Ray
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When a confirmed bachelor falls in love, he does it with a
wholeheartedness beyond the scope of the ordinary man.
- Wodehouse, P. G.
Real email address: ra...@iol.ie
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PeteStuart
Hockersmith wrote:
> My drawings are much better than my poetry and I have one that compliments
> "The Glen", I'll see if I can get it scanned sometime.
Please do, I'd love to see it.
> Okay, Okay I admit it! I write poetry for my dogs...
> and they appreciate it.
As does this cúfingal. Lovely!
PeteStuart
WhiteWolf wrote:
> Just to say I loved your poems... It's *great* to see some actual *culture*
> on soc.*culture*.irish for a change...
Now if it were only Irish... ;-) Thanks.
> This is the best thread on the whole group in a *long* time... Congrats!
Has the Nordie shite gotten *that* bad? Hmmm, maybe it has.
PeteStuart
Thy protestant to be;
Or bid me love, and I will give
A loving heart to thee.
A heart as soft, a heart as kind,
A heart as sound and free,
As in the whole world thou canst find,
That heart I'll give to thee.
Bid that heart stay, and it will stay,
To honour thy decree;
Or bid it languish quite away,
And 't shall do so for thee.
Bid me to weep, and I will weep,
While I have eyes to see;
And having none, yet I will keep
A heart to weep for thee.
Bid me despair, and I'll despair,
Under that cypress tree;
Or bid me die, and I will dare
E'en death, to die for thee.
Thou art my life, my love, my heart,
The very eyes of me;
And hast command of every part,
To live and die for thee.
Robert Herrick
1648
C'mon folks, what's your favorite?
--
Pete Stuart
http://personal.bhm.bellsouth.net/~taocelt
Here 's to the maiden of bashful fifteen;
Here 's to the widow of fifty;
Here 's to the flaunting, extravagant quean,
And here 's to the housewife that 's thrifty!
Let the toast pass;
Drink to the lass;
I 'll warrant she 'll prove an excuse for the glass.
--Richard Brinsley Sheridan
WhiteWolf
>WhiteWolf wrote:
>
>> Just to say I loved your poems... It's *great* to see some actual *culture*
>> on soc.*culture*.irish for a change...
>
>Now if it were only Irish... ;-) Thanks.
>
Ah well.. after reading other threads... this was like a fresh glass of
water to a man dying in a desert.. lifegiving and hugely enjoyable. :-)
>> This is the best thread on the whole group in a *long* time... Congrats!
>
>Has the Nordie shite gotten *that* bad? Hmmm, maybe it has.
>
You don't know what you're missing... if you did, you'd thank God you
missed it... Yeah... its gone that bad. It's wrecking this newsgroup..
that's why I was so delighted to find the posts about something nice
like poetry... :-)
Anyway, I may as well write up a poem I like, I'm not sure of the
author, but I liked it so much I dedicated it to Lee on my page,
and dedicate it to her again here...
I do believe that God above, created you for me to love
He picked you out from all the rest, because he knew I'd love you best
I once had a heart so warm and true, but now it's gone from me to you
Take care of it as I have done, for now've two, and I have none
If I get to Heaven and you're not there, I'll paint your name on the golden stair
To let the Angels look and see, what you, my darling, meant to me
And if you're not there by Judgement Day, then I'll know you've gone the other way
I'll give the Angels back their wings, golden harp and other things,
And just to prove what I would do, I'd even go to Hell for you!
- Author unknown to me, if you know, please tell me so I can properly attribute
this wonderful poem.
Well, that's my piece.. :-)
eala_...@my-dejanews.com
I WENT out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
The Song of Wandering Aengus
Yeats, William Butler. 1899. The Wind Among the Reeds
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Hockersmith
Zozimus the street singer <zoz...@five.lamps> wrote in article
<6q0na3$ee...@scotty.tinet.ie>...
>
> PeteStuart got carried away and spouted
(a lovely poem, prerequisite : intelligence, talent, soul)
(and Zoz responds)
> Hughie O'Rourke! Hughie O'Rourke! Calling Hughie O'Rourke!
>
> Zoz
What's the matter Z ?
You read a book ONCE...
and didn't like it?
Or is this your favorite poet?
KateH
Hockersmith
Dark eyes, wonderful, strange and dear they shone
A moment's space;
And wandering under the white stars I had gone
In a strange place.
Over the half door careless, your white hand
A moment gleamed;
And I was walking on some great storm heaped strand
Forever it seemed.
I would give all that glory to see once more,
A moment's space,
Your eyes gleam strange and dark above the half door,
Your hand's white grace.
Seumas O'Sullivan
Back to you eala!... Ray?...
ZOZ???
KateH
We're sailin' on a strange sea
Blown by a strange wind
Carrying the strangest crew
That ever sailed
The Waterboys
Hockersmith
WhiteWolf <Whit...@nospam.ie> wrote in article
<35c43e92...@news.iol.ie>...
> "Hockersmith" <hock...@wwics.com> wrote:
>
> >PeteStuart : Help, I feel a poem coming on...!!!!
> >>
> >> Hockersmith : Thank God, I'm almost certain I've reached my pogrom
quota
> >for today.
>
> Hi Pete and KateH,
> Just to say I loved your poems... It's *great* to see some actual
*culture*
> on soc.*culture*.irish for a change...
>
> This is the best thread on the whole group in a *long* time... Congrats!
> Ray
Thanks Ray
I'm pretty sure it's your turn now!
Kate H
and oh yeah...for all of you who figure this is moronic
The Moron
See the happy moron,
He doesn't give a damn!
I wish I were a moron---
My God! Perhaps I am!
Anonymous (he was Irish, wasn't he?)
Brendan Heading
writes
> When I had laid it on the floor
> I went to blow the fire a-flame,
> But something rustled on the floor,
> And someone called me by my name:
> It had become a glimmering girl
> With apple blossom in her hair
> Who called me by my name and ran
> And faded through the brightening air.
Must have got a whiff of some interesting mushrooms.
(BTW I do like the poem)
--
Brendan Heading (brendan at heading dot demon dot co dot uk)
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Neil McEwan
wrote:
>C'mon folks, what's your favorite?
--
I wonder by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then,
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the seven sleepers' den?
'Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.
And now good morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room, an every where.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to others, world on worlds have shown,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest,
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.
(John Donne)
I wanted to post "To His Mistress Going to Bed" but it was a bit
long and anyway we're in mixed company.
Neil
--
mce...@supercity.ns.ca
Hockersmith
WhiteWolf <Whit...@nospam.ie> wrote in article
> PeteStuart <tao...@bellsouth.net> wrote:
>
> >WhiteWolf wrote:
> Anyway, I may as well write up a poem I like, I'm not sure of the
> author, but I liked it so much I dedicated it to Lee on my page,
> and dedicate it to her again here...
>
> I do believe that God above, created you for me to love
> He picked you out from all the rest, because he knew I'd love you best
> I once had a heart so warm and true, but now it's gone from me to you
> Take care of it as I have done, for now've two, and I have none
>
> If I get to Heaven and you're not there, I'll paint your name on the
golden stair
> To let the Angels look and see, what you, my darling, meant to me
> And if you're not there by Judgement Day, then I'll know you've gone the
other way
> I'll give the Angels back their wings, golden harp and other things,
> And just to prove what I would do, I'd even go to Hell for you!
>
> - Author unknown to me, if you know, please tell me so I can properly
attribute
> this wonderful poem.
> Well, that's my piece.. :-)
> Ray
Don't know who the author is Ray, sounds familiar tho.
Very nice, Lee's a lucky lady.
Enjoyed the Victoria's Secret Adventures!
KateH
eala_...@my-dejanews.com
books, records on the shelf,
and albums crammed with photographs:
I ceili* by myself.
I drink to passion, drink to peace,
the silent telephone.
The pleasant joys of brotherhood
I savour on my own.
The Pleasant Joys of Brotherhood
James Simmons, Poems 1956-1986
*ceili = party, have a great time
Thanks KateH for your e-mail!
Eala Liath
PeteStuart
Neil McEwan wrote:
> A wonderful poem by (John Donne)
Lovely,Neil. Do you perchance know what the "seven sleepers' den" refers to?
> I wanted to post "To His Mistress Going to Bed" but it was a bit
> long and anyway we're in mixed company.
How can it be any worse than the NI exchanges? C'mon, man, it sounds *very*
cultural!
K. E. Dennis
[snip of John Donne's "The Good-Morrow"]
> I wanted to post "To His Mistress Going to Bed" but it was a bit
> long and anyway we're in mixed company.
Ah, now, Neil, go on & post it - we'll shoo the children away for a
while by telling them there are fairies @ the bottom of the garden.
As encouragement, one of my own favourites (out of so many) follows.
respectfully submitted,
|K.E. Dennis den...@mail.montclair.edu
|My employer is not responsible for my opinions,
|regardless of how sensible they are
_________
Penal Law
Burn Ovid with the rest. Lovers will find
A hedge-school for themselves and learn by heart
All that the clergy banish from the mind,
When hands are joined and heads bow in the dark.
__________
Austin Clarke
Modern Irish Poetry: An Anthology
Patrick Crotty, ed.
pub. 1995, The Blackstaff Press
__________
Neil McEwan
On Mon, 03 Aug 1998 22:39:23 GMT, PeteStuart <tao...@bellsouth.net>
wrote:
>Neil McEwan wrote:
>
>> A wonderful poem by (John Donne)
>
>Lovely,Neil. Do you perchance know what the "seven sleepers' den" refers to?
It's one of those apocryphal early Christian legends -- seven
young Christians were walled up in a cave by the Romans in 249 A.D.
and by miracle slept there for 187 years. Just as another piece of
trivia, the line about "country pleasures" is apparently a sexual
reference, with the pun on the first syllable of "country". A nice
mix of secular and sacred.
>> I wanted to post "To His Mistress Going to Bed" but it was a bit
>> long and anyway we're in mixed company.
>
>How can it be any worse than the NI exchanges? C'mon, man, it sounds *very*
>cultural!
By request, and if the kiddies are asleep:
Elegy 19 -- To His Mistress Going to Bed
Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
Until I labour, I in labour lie.
The foe oft-times having the foe in sight
Is tired with standing though they never fight.
Off with that girdle, like heaven's zone glistering,
But a far fairer world encompassing,
Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear,
That th'eyes of busy fools may be stopped there.
Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime
Tells me from you, that now 'tis your bed time.
Off with that happy busk, which I envy,
That still can be, and yet stand so high.
Your gown going off, such beauteous state reveals,
As when from flowery meads th' hill's shadow steals.
Off with that wiry coronet and show
The hairy diadem which on you doth grow;
Now off with those shoes, and then safely tread
In this love's hallowed temple, this soft bed.
In such white robes heaven's angels used to be
Received by men; thou angel bring'st with thee
A heaven like Mahomet's paradise; and though
Ill spirits walk in white, we easily know
Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.
Licence my roving hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.
O my America, my new found land,
My kingdom, safeliest when with one man manned,
My mine of precious stones, my empery,
How blessed I am in this discovering thee!
To enter in these bonds, is to be free;
There where my hand is set, my seal shall be.
Full nakedness, all joys are due to thee.
As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be,
To taste whole joys. Gems which you women use
Are like Atlanta's balls, cast in men's views,
That when a fool's eye lighteth on a gem,
His earthly soul may covet theirs, not them.
Like pictures, or like books' gay coverings made
For laymen, are all women thus arrayed;
Themselves are mystic books, which only we
Whom their imputed grace will dignify
Must see revealed. Then since I may know,
As liberally, as to a midwife, show
Thyself: cast all, yea, this white linen hence,
Here is no penance, much less innocence.
To teach thee, I am naked first, why then
What needst thou have more covering than a man.
(John Donne)
--
You must admit he's a smooth talker.
Neil
--
mce...@supercity.ns.ca
Hockersmith
>
I saw the Island last wednesday. It is nothing special. A tiny little
thing to.
unki
Maybe it was memory, not geology or geography that inspired him.
KateH
Neil McEwan
Everyone has their own Innisfree. It's just like when you hear
on the news about what a dump Jerusalem is, but when somebody says
"Mount Zion" or "Gehenna" every hair on your body stands on end.
Neil
--
mce...@supercity.ns.ca
Unki
> Everyone has their own Innisfree. It's just like when you hear
> on the news about what a dump Jerusalem is, but when somebody says
> "Mount Zion" or "Gehenna" every hair on your body stands on end.
Neil, get a new brand of wallpaper stripper.
unki
Neil McEwan
Did you see that they've got non-toxic, all-organic Liquid Paper
out now? I mean what is the point?
Neil
--
mce...@supercity.ns.ca
Sam Cochran
(Neil McEwan) writes:
> Everyone has their own Innisfree. It's just like when you hear
>on the news about what a dump Jerusalem is, but when somebody says
>"Mount Zion" or "Gehenna" every hair on your body stands on end.
>
>
>Neil
My Innisfree is Ouray, Colorado. Nestled in the Rockies, surrounded
on three sides by fourteen thousand foot peaks. I drive into the
altitude and there my spirit is free.
Here is one I like.
Sam
The Wild Old Wicked Man
W.B. Yeats
"Because I am mad about women
I am mad about the hills,"
Said that wild old wicked man
Who travels where God wills.
"Not to die on the straw at home,
Those hands to close these eyes
That is all I ask, my dear,
From the old man in the skies.
Daybreak and a candle-end.
"Kind are all your words, my dear,
Do not the rest withold.
Who can know the year, my dear,
When an old man's blood grows cold?
I have what no young man can have
Because he loves too much.
Words I have than can pierce the heart,
But what can he do but touch?"
Daybreak and a candle-end.
Then said she to that wild old man,
His stout stick under his hand,
"Love to give or to withold
Is not at my command.
I gave it all to an older man:
That old man in the skies.
Hands that are busy with His beads
Can never close those eyes."
Daybreak and a candle-end.
"Go your ways, O go your ways,
I choose another mark,
Girls down on the seashore
Who understand the dark;
Bawdy talk for the fishermen;
A dance for the fisher-lads;
When dark hangs upon the water
They turn down their beds.
Daybreak and a candle-end.
"A young man in the dark am I,
But a wild old man in the light,
That can make a cat laugh, or
Can touch by mother wit
Things hid in their marrow-bones
From time long passed away,
Hid from all those warty lads
That by their bodies lay.
Daybreak and a candle-end.
"All men live in suffering,
I know as few can know,
Whether they take the upper road
Or stay content on the low,
Rower bent in his row-boat
Or weaver bent at his loom,
Horseman erect upon horseback
Or child hid in the womb.
Daybreak and a candle-end.
"That some stream of lightning
From the old man in the skies
Can burn out that suffering
No right-taught man denies
But a coarse old man am I,
I choose the second-best,
I forget it all awhile
Upon a woman's breast."
Daybreak and a candle-end. (1938)
PeteStuart
Neil McEwan wrote:
> Elegy 19 -- To His Mistress Going to Bed
> <snip>
> (John Donne)
>
> --
>
> You must admit he's a smooth talker.
And not even from the South! Thank you, Neil, a *very* nice work.
Rose
>
> Oh Lord, it's hard to be humble,
> When you're perfect in every way.
> I can't wait to look in the mirror,
> Cause I get better looking each day.
> To know me is to love me.
> I must be one hell of a man.
> Oh Lord, it's hard to be humble,
> But I'm doing the best that I can.
> -- David Allen Coe (I think)
I'm not sure who wrote this, but Mac Davis sang it. I know, because my
husband drags it out and plays it for me every so often as a reminder.
:-)
Rose
Rose
> C'mon folks, what's your favorite?
One of my favorites is a poem my sister wrote when she was in the sixth
grade:
While motars, rockets and shells whizz by
A soldier left alone cries
Not for himself
But for his friend lying cold and lifeless beside him
Rose
Carrie Cochrane
35c66c27...@news.supercity.ns.ca...
Elegy 19 -- To His Mistress Going to Bed
You must admit he's a smooth talker.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I would submit to his will.....
C.C.
ICQ# 9143177
PeteStuart
Carrie Cochrane wrote:
Tramp! (And my favorite kind, at that).
Hockersmith
> >on the news about what a dump Jerusalem is, but when somebody says
> >"Mount Zion" or "Gehenna" every hair on your body stands on end.
> >Neil
>
> My Innisfree is Ouray, Colorado. Nestled in the Rockies, surrounded
> on three sides by fourteen thousand foot peaks. I drive into the
> altitude and there my spirit is free.
>
> Here is one I like.
> Sam
Hi Sam, loved the "The Wild Old Wicked Man" , the choices you and some of
the other folks have made are not only beautiful (WBY, what's not to love)
but so thought provoking...I'd be curious as hell now, to see what some of
the other guys would choose.
I'm heading to the Sawtooth Mountains in Idaho on Fri. for two short (too
short) days in heaven. I'm a high altitude person too. Mix in a little
geothermal action, big black skies and a million stars.......
Burgdorf Hot Springs, Moon Dipper, Molly's Tubs. Geeze, hope it doesn't
turn out like Des and Unki's trips...it's been a while!
KateH
Tom D.
>
> C'mon folks, what's your favorite?
From the New England contingent...
Mending Wall
by Robert Frost - 1914
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say '.Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."
--
Tom Donaghue
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Sam Cochran
<hock...@wwics.com> writes:
>I'm heading to the Sawtooth Mountains in Idaho on Fri. for two short (too
>short) days in heaven. I'm a high altitude person too. Mix in a little
>geothermal action, big black skies and a million stars.......
[...]
>KateH
Sounds like a nice trip. Idaho is a beautiful place. I'll never
forget a too short cannoe trip the wife and took on the Snake river.
It was a magical experience.
Sam
Rose
> Sounds like a nice trip. Idaho is a beautiful place. I'll never
> forget a too short cannoe trip the wife and took on the Snake river.
> It was a magical experience.
>
> Sam
Tell us about it. It'll be a welcome relief from all the politics
(necessary, but it can get tedious).
Rose
Sutal
Sam said:
>Sounds like a nice trip. Idaho is a beautiful place. I'll never
forget a too short cannoe trip the wife and took on the Snake river.
>It was a magical experience.
To that I'd like to add... Lake Coeur d'alene (spelling??) is incredibly
beautiful. I'd love to spend some time frolic-ing there...
PeteStuart
Rose wrote:
Thanks Rose, it's been a while since I heard it, and Coe was the closest I could
think of.
tpw...@acer.gen.tcd.ie
Neil McEwan <moos...@supercity.ns.ca> wrote:
[ about John Donne ]
>
> I wanted to post "To His Mistress Going to Bed" but it was a bit
>long and anyway we're in mixed company.
>
Don't be so shy :
Elegy: Going to Bed
by John Donne
Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
Until I labor, I in labor lie.
The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,
Is tir'd with standing though he never fight.
Off with that girdle, like heaven's Zone glittering,
But a far fairer world encompassing.
Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear,
That th'eyes of busy fools may be stopt there.
Unlace your self, for that harmonious chime,
Tells me from you, that now it is bed time.
Off with that happy busk, which I envie,
That still can be, and still can stand so nigh.
Your gown going off, such beautious state reveals,
As when from flow'ry meads th'hills shadow steals.
Off with that wiry Coronet and show
The hairy diadem which on you doth grow:
Now off with those shoes, and then softly tread
In this, love's hallow'd temple, this soft bed.
In such white robes, heaven's Angels us'd to be
Receiv'd by men: thou Angel bringst with thee
A heaven like Mahomet's Paradice, and though
Ill spirits walk in white, we eas'ly know,
By this these Angels from an evil sprite,
Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.
License my roaving hands, and let them go,
Behind, before, above, between, below.
O my America! my new-found-land,
My kingdom, safeliest when with one man man'd,
My mine of precious stones: my emperie,
How blest am I in this discovering thee!
To enter in these bonds, is to be free;
Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be.
Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee,
As souls unbodied, bodies uncloth'd must be,
To taste whole joyes. Gems which you women use
Are like Atlanta's balls, cast in mens views,
That when a fool's eye lighteth on a gem,
His earthly soul may covet theirs, not them:
Like pictures or like books gay coverings made
For lay-men, are all women thus array'd.
Themselves are mystick books, which only wee
(Whom their imputed grace will dignify)
Must see rever'd. Then since that I may know;
As liberally, as to a midwife show
Thyself: cast all, yea, this white linen hence,
There is no penance due to innocence:
To teach thee I am naked first; why than
What needst thou have more covering then a man?
Sam Cochran
>Tell us about it. It'll be a welcome relief from all the politics
>
>Rose
O.K.
I had just graduated from college and we were on vacation. We drove a
Volkswagen camper from Georgia to St. Louis, MO through Nebraska to
Wyoming. After seeing the Grand Tetons and Yellowstone National
Parks, we continued NW to Montana and ~then~ turned south to Idaho.
The magic was in the serene beauty of the country as seen for the
first time by this country boy who was accustomed to scrub oaks
growing on sand hills adjacent to rivers and swamp. One memorable
night in WY we spent in Shoshone National Park. I'll never forget the
next morning when I awoke to the sight of a mountain out the rear
window of that micro-bus.
By the time we reached Idaho, we had given up on the main roads and on
impulse turned onto a well maintained dirt road in the hopes that we
would eventually reach Boise. It was the fall of the year and the air
had a little bite to it but not really cold, very unlike the hot
swelter we had left behind. We began a long decline into a valley and
the Snake River came into view. There was a fishing
camp-motel-campground-hunting lodge there, I'm sure you know the
kind. We got down, (a Southern expression for getting out of the car)
and stretched our legs.
On the fishing pier a guy was wetting a line and succeeded in catching
a small trout which he threw back. I turned back and saw the canoe
rental sign. We gave the guy our dollar and I pushed us off. I knew
better than to paddle down river so up we went against the current.
The sun was bright, the air crisp and a breeze was blowing, in short,
a perfect day. The river was crystal clear, unlike the vegetative
rivers back east. Underwater plants grew in profusion and strung out
like wreaths in the current.
About a thousand yards out, I stopped paddling and let the current
take us back. The sad part was that because of my youth I did not
know the place and the day were magical. The memory certainly is.
Sometimes you just gotta know when to stop and smell the roses.
Sam Cochran
Neil McEwan
On 5 Aug 1998 18:10:16 GMT, su...@aol.com (Sutal) wrote:
>To that I'd like to add... Lake Coeur d'alene (spelling??) is incredibly
>beautiful. I'd love to spend some time frolic-ing there...
Saw some footage of it on an outdoor-network TV show today. Looks
very crisp considering how far inland it is. The only drawback was a
resort which had a floating golf green on the lake, can you imagine?
I bet they all pull their cellphones out when they're on it and call
people saying, "You'll never guess where I am!" But despite that I
might just go to see Idaho when I one day take my Grand Tour of the
U.S.A. following the trail blazed by Brendan.
Neil
--
mce...@supercity.ns.ca
Sutal
Sam talked about this perfect day:
>I had just graduated from college and we were on vacation. We drove a
Volkswagen camper from Georgia to St. Louis, MO through Nebraska to
>Wyoming.
*SNIPPED * (but you've GOT to read it if you didn't)...
>The sad part was that because of my youth I did not
know the place and the day were magical. The memory certainly >is.
... what a wonderful thing to read here in the evening when I have boring
homework to do. Think I'll stop reading the threads for tonight and just leave
it with this one. ....
Thanks Sam,
Sue
Hockersmith
Sutal <su...@aol.com> wrote in article
<199808051810...@ladder01.news.aol.com>...
> Kate is going to Idaho for two days.
>
> Sam said:
> >Sounds like a nice trip. Idaho is a beautiful place. I'll never
> forget a too short cannoe trip the wife and took on the Snake river.
> >It was a magical experience.
>
> To that I'd like to add... Lake Coeur d'alene (spelling??) is incredibly
> beautiful. I'd love to spend some time frolic-ing there...
Sam's canoe trip sounded wonderful, God do I miss Idaho sometimes.
We go swimming in the Snake almost every week here in WA. Big basalt
cliffs, real desert...up near Palouse Falls, but it's not the same.
Coeur d'Alene is a nice town but, the lake has some major health problems
caused by all the past silver mining. Just this summer there were
advisories saying little kids should not swim in it, not to eat the fish
etc. Couer d'Alene chamber of commerce of course denies it all. They do
have a weird golf course with a floating green out on the lake.
My folks sent me a video of some guy who canoed the Shannon, THAT sounds
like a fun way to see the country...all down stream of course, Sam!
Wondered tho if a lot of places wouldn't be easily accessable. Anybody
out there done any boating on the Shannon or other rivers?
KateH
Niall McAuley
>My folks sent me a video of some guy who canoed the Shannon, THAT sounds
>like a fun way to see the country...all down stream of course, Sam!
>Wondered tho if a lot of places wouldn't be easily accessable. Anybody
>out there done any boating on the Shannon or other rivers?
The Shannon goes past my front door, the house overlooks a marina.
The Shannon navigation has only five locks all the way from Lough
Derg up to Boyle, so it's not really a canoeing river.
The Shannon is better suited to pootling around in something
with a big, lazy Perkins diesel engine. Heaven.
--
Niall [real address ends in se, not es]
Rose
>
> In article <35C895...@nd.edu>, Rose <Ros...@nd.edu> writes:
>
> >Tell us about it. It'll be a welcome relief from all the politics
>
> >
> >Rose
>
> O.K.
>
<snipped - wonderful story - please be sure to read it if you haven't
it>
>The sad part was that because of my youth I did not
> know the place and the day were magical. The memory certainly is.
>
> Sometimes you just gotta know when to stop and smell the roses.
>
> Sam Cochran
That was beautiful. It's the little things that really stick out in a
person's mind. The trips that don't seem all that fabulous to begin
with yet end up being the best. Reminds me of the night my husband and
I were in Chambersburg, Virginia at this campground. Not a light or a
cloud near us anywhere. Not a sound other than the crickets. Just a
sky full of beautiful stars. Stars that you usually can't see. It was
as though you could look into the depths of space. As it was a fairly
chilly night (mid-50's) we wrapped up in this blanket and each others
arms and just watched the stars in awe and silence for a time.
I'll always remember that. Like you said, it was magical.
Rose
Hockersmith
Niall McAuley <eei...@eei.ericsson.es> wrote in article
<6qbplu$s...@newstoo.ericsson.se>...
What a wonderful thing to have a river out the front door. When I was a
kid we lived on a river and it was so peaceful in the early morning and at
night. You're a lucky man Niall. Pootling? Sounds like something Mole
and Ratty would do. How did that go? There's nothing half so much worth
doing as simply messing about in boats...or something like that...I
agree...hhhmmm.
I'm intrigued, where have you pootled around to?
KateH
Greig
> Niall McAuley <eei...@eei.ericsson.es> wrote in article
> <6qbplu$s...@newstoo.ericsson.se>...
> > "Hockersmith" <hock...@wwics.com> writes:
> > >My folks sent me a video of some guy who canoed the Shannon, THAT sounds
> > >like a fun way to see the country...all down stream of course, Sam!
> > >Wondered tho if a lot of places wouldn't be easily accessable. Anybody
> > >out there done any boating on the Shannon or other rivers?
Me. I've also biked the entire turf just about (32 counties).
> >
> > The Shannon goes past my front door, the house overlooks a marina.
> > The Shannon navigation has only five locks all the way from Lough
> > Derg up to Boyle, so it's not really a canoeing river.
> >
> > The Shannon is better suited to pootling around in something
> > with a big, lazy Perkins diesel engine. Heaven.
My daddy was a marine engineer at Perkins in Peterborough N.Cambs.
Greig
--
"You can't put your arms around a memory"
Niall McAuley
>What a wonderful thing to have a river out the front door.
I've covered the Shannon navigation North of Athlone, across
Lough Ree, up past Carrick to Lough Kee and Boyle. Those
cruisers are not cheap to hire, so there'a a lot I haven't
done yet.
Still, the weather was beautiful yesterday (Sunday), and I sat
out on the bank, fed the signets the end of a loaf of bread and
watched the boats sailing by. It is a nice spot.
Hockersmith
Greig <ta...@nildram.co.uk> wrote in article
<1998080708...@ppp47-166.dial.nildram.co.uk>...
> Hockersmith <hock...@wwics.com> wrote:
>
> > Niall McAuley <eei...@eei.ericsson.es> wrote in article
> > <6qbplu$s...@newstoo.ericsson.se>...
> > > "Hockersmith" <hock...@wwics.com> writes:
> > > >My folks sent me a video of some guy who canoed the Shannon, THAT
sounds
> > > >like a fun way to see the country...all down stream of course, Sam!
> > > >Wondered tho if a lot of places wouldn't be easily accessable.
Anybody
> > > >out there done any boating on the Shannon or other rivers?
>
>
> Me. I've also biked the entire turf just about (32 counties).
All at one time, or day trips...? When did you do this? I backpacked
through a little bit, but it's been years and years. Odd rides too! :)
> > > The Shannon is better suited to pootling around in something
> > > with a big, lazy Perkins diesel engine. Heaven.
>
> My daddy was a marine engineer at Perkins in Peterborough N.Cambs.
> Greig
Just curious but, what does a marine engineer do?
KateH
Hockersmith
>What a wonderful thing to have a river out the front door.
>I'm intrigued, where have you pootled around to?
I've covered the Shannon navigation North of Athlone, across
Lough Ree, up past Carrick to Lough Kee and Boyle. Those
cruisers are not cheap to hire, so there'a a lot I haven't
done yet.
Still, the weather was beautiful yesterday (Sunday), and I sat
out on the bank, fed the signets the end of a loaf of bread and
watched the boats sailing by. It is a nice spot.
--
Niall
Had to go and get the map...looked to be quite a good long trip! You
wouldn't even have to hate going home, seeing as how you live on the river.
I just spent a couple of days camping in a beautiful area in the Sawtooth
Mountains of central Idaho. I could barely make myself drive away! My
husband is a fisheries biologist and was working on Marsh Creek and Cape
Horn Creek that come together and flow into the Middle Fork of the Salmon
River. My 6 yr. old caught his first wild Steelhead on a fly (six inches
long, we let it go, of course :) and we found a spawned out Chinnook
Salmon in the creek, (must've been 45-50 lbs.) over 900 river miles from
the ocean. They are incredible animals!
Do you fish too? I'd love to know more about the salmon in Ireland.
Actually, that's what brought me to SCI in the first place...Fish!
KateH
Niall McAuley
>Do you fish too? I'd love to know more about the salmon in Ireland.
>Actually, that's what brought me to SCI in the first place...Fish!
I'm not a fisherman - I don't particularly like eating them,
so I leave catching them to the people that do.
Any real fisherpeople care to enlighten KateH ?
Hockersmith
> >>Do you fish too? I'd love to know more about the salmon in Ireland.
> >>Actually, that's what brought me to SCI in the first place...Fish!
> >
> >I'm not a fisherman - I don't particularly like eating them,
> >so I leave catching them to the people that do.
>
written
> by Edna O'Brien, I think (who I quite like despite Unki's calling her
'shite' or
> whatever he said) wherein she spoke of the relationship of the Irish
people to
> fish. She said that Ireland was an island which had fish practially
leaping out
> of the rivers and lakes and seas, but growing up she and her family,
whenever
> faced with a fish dinner (of a Friday, prolly) always wished they could
be
> eating steak instead. They viewed eating fish almost as a penance.
Lately,
> attitudes towards fish have begun to change because people are
discovering how
> to prepare it properly (grilled, broiled, seasoned -- not just baked) but
it's
> still a grudging relationship at best. Me, I adore it. If I lived in
Ireland,
> I'd eat salmon every day.
> Kate
A woman after my own heart! :)
Growing up on the beach in Fla. I've always been a seafood nut! Conch
fritters, shrimp boiled in beer, blue crabs.......yum. Snapper covered
with allspice leaves and then covered with homemade salsa and baked...yeow!
Sadly tho, I decided a long time ago that you don't eat apples in Florida
(very often) and you Never buy seafood in E. WA....it's nasty. I wait till
we make a coast run, with the cooler, or my fanatical "Catch & Release"
fisherman husband goes after steelhead.
He' the real fish cook here...mostly on the grill. After being in Alaska,
guiding all summer he and a friend decided to have a salmon barbecue. One
of the folks that showed up brought his own salmon, this little tiny
package, that cost about 7$. I thought the guys were gonna roll on the
floor, but they just looked at him and said "That's not a salmon.....THIS
is a salmon!" and whipped a huge 20 lb. slab of King Salmon out of the
cooler and onto the grill. *Then* they fell down laughing. :)
I've been curious for a long time how the fisheries in Ireland (salmon in
particular) are doing. What kind of research is being done there on wild
salmon, etc. I know there is lots of captive rearing going on...fish farms
etc. and I know that sport-fishing is alive and well...I've found lots of
stuff about it on the net. I just seem to hit this wall whenever I try to
find out about the current scientific research projects. How many kinds of
salmon are there in Ireland, are they protected, endangered, etc.
Radio-tagging, GIS, Pit-tagging ? I know I've asked before, but anybody
out there know the answers?
Thanks,
KateH
PS, Nial...love the sound effects!
Leona MacDonald
tagging or are doing it. It says they head out to sea during April to
may..usually from one two three years in age. they travel to Greenland and
north of the Faroe Islands. When they are 3 to 10 lbs after a year , or
salmon 6 to 60 lbls after two to four years, they return to spawn.
Also they have Brown Trout, eel, minnow, Roach, Perch, Char, Pike and Bream.
well that's all I know
--
......
Leona~~Just posting shite..
Greig
> Just curious but, what does a marine engineer do?
> KateH
Boat engines. Perkins are the Rolls Royce of engines for small to medium
sized craft.
Greig
Hockersmith
(snipped)
> When you first asked this question, I spent some time looking through the
> web pages of various universities in Ireland trying to find some
fisheries
> folks working specifically on salmon, but came up with just a few
possible
> web pages. Here's another one you might want to try:
>
> http://www.marine.ie/
>
> It lists research projects funded during the last couple of years and has
> some mentions of salmon. There are also items in the SeaState newsletter
> (available at the site). There's a nice "find" function up at the top of
> the home page.
>
> I'll keep my eye out for something else to help you.
> Terry
Thanks Terry,
I have searched off and on for a while now...mostly *off* as I kept coming
up blank. Thanks for the ideas and the site! I know just enough about
fisheries to be curiously ineffective at finding out what I want to know.
:) Any professional help is appreciated.
Yes, I'm in WA. state.
KateH
Gerard Cunningham
>I do believe that God above, created you for me to love
>He picked you out from all the rest, because he knew I'd love you best
>I once had a heart so warm and true, but now it's gone from me to you
>Take care of it as I have done, for now've two, and I have none
>
>If I get to Heaven and you're not there, I'll paint your name on the golden stair
>To let the Angels look and see, what you, my darling, meant to me
>And if you're not there by Judgement Day, then I'll know you've gone the other way
>I'll give the Angels back their wings, golden harp and other things,
>And just to prove what I would do, I'd even go to Hell for you!
>
>- Author unknown to me, if you know, please tell me so I can properly attribute
>this wonderful poem.
Ray, a web search gives various results for this, but it *seems* to be
called "Les Secret Amour", by someone called Anthony Mann.
--
Gerard Cunningham abardubh at wwa dot com
http://www.wwa.com/~abardubh/
"Let not the Old Glen be harmed,
The place of the slabs of heaven" ~Colmcille