Doth, sylphidine, my poet walk the night.
Her nature, sybaritic; every wish
As spritely, and as sensuous a whim,
That, sibilant, depriveth of her sight;
The magic of her grace, her subtle flight.
Of flowery gifts, she writeth, she hath won;
Of sunsets, singeth she, luxuriant, warm;
And downy-cool, her mountaintops of white.
We shall, as loveth she, so never love;
Nor built we paradise, as hath she done.
Doth sleep our kingdom not upon the clouds,
Nor fortress, on such billows, dream above.
So vanquished she, as many, though but one;
She triumphed clear; yet had we only shrouds.
Excellent post. I enjoy reading your writing very much.
Thank you for posting this. Have a great day. I’ll be back for more.
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(Edited) I enjoy reading your writing very much.
Thank you for posting this. Have a great day. I’ll be back for more.
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You are most welcome any time! As, alas, such things as I write herein have, perhaps, very narrow appeal. The language I tend to use, and the form I chose to favour, are, to say the least, not in vogue.
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I loved this write, I wanted to come by and tell you yesterday…but keep finding myself hiding from the whole world here. I would like to study more female poets, because it becomes very obvious to me, that is what I am. A woman writer. Male writers seem to write under their own names and make no apologies for their words. I’m a wife and mother in a very traditional way…sometimes what I have to say in writing opposes this traditional role. I am a mix of all the archetypes of a woman…spill that as an artist…and it throws the world off kilter, even in our modern times. I am highly spiritual and sometimes what my mind spills in writing can feel like it opposes that too. I appreciate all your sonnets. I think they are beyond brilliant, and very educational, as odd as that may sound. I would sorely miss your writing if you quit, so I understand. Wishing you the best, your friend in writing, RL King.
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Although that was not the intention, this could have been written to you as well, although that had not yesterday occurred to me : )
Edna St.Vincent Millay is a quite remarkable poetess, and has a very interesting history about which much has been written. Also among her friends were some amazing poets who, though not now well known, had not art taken a rather ugly turn (in general) in 1914, many of them would certainly be. The finest writers of the 20th century, are virtually ignored–and this is even as they were the finest in influence as well.
Irving Bacheller is one such name. His prose will take your breath away. (If you ever read him find some way to hear his work read aloud) And to a writer, to read his work, it is as if there is a classroom in every page. There are things I never could have written without having read him first–I don’t mean, not written as well; I mean not written at all.
Regarding poetry by poetesses, there are so many. Elizabeth Barrett Browning, and her beautiful sonnets, not to mention the remarkable love story between her and Robert Browning.
Emily Dickinson: simple seeming poems. Most in the same meter, but very compelling and remarkable. The more you read the more you will be drawn into her world–as when you read her letters.
These are names that perhaps everyone has heard in conversation or media, one practically finds such names floating about in the air. So many names.
So many different and interesting stories, as well.
Thank you, RLK for your words, your poetry, and your well wishes.
DE
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I like the above comment by RLK….I remember when I was 16 and started writing poetry. I was a closet writer for some years because I knew I would be made fun of. I had studied Dickinson in college and decided, I was not going to be afraid anymore.
So…I write bad poetry and as my husband says, “fake” poetry because there is no rhyme or rules. So be it. I would that I had the talent and inspiration you have because you take the rules and bend them into beauty and more.
Regardless of popular appeal, we write what is in our souls. I think after a year, I finally have a little over 200 “followers”. I read in one of them I follow, one whining about how they had accomplished nothing because after a year, they “only” had 2,000 followers. The Little Rebel in me fired up and I hit the unfollow button. If ones purpose is only to garner accolades, then one needs to stop. “How public, like a frog”….
I do not have a wide popular appeal. But I have a few people who genuinely enjoy what I do. My poetry ain’t so hot and my prose is borderline, but my recipes rock.
So keep giving my dreams and enjoyment David. My Sam Cat and I think you are the bomb, bro!
I seek only shibui in my poetry, mostly it ends up being wabi….but I continually seek.
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Thank you for your kind words, Toni. I do think you underestimate your own work, particularly in its potential. Your gift for elegant short poetic prose–even when poetry is not your intent–is proof enough of this. Your “Byakuya Kuchiki” poem, as I call it to myself, is a very good example of this.
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Thank you. I shall do the Tea Ceremony in your honor this weekend. …..Although now titled Kunoich-no-Chesterfield because of an event a couple of weeks ago, which still brings us to hysterical laughter, my friend Beni said: I think you channeled Kuchiki-san – calmly in your nakedness with your sword and ed hardy tennis shoes. I gave him my best aristocratic and aloof expression and he said, patting his heart, be still my heart, Kunoichi-no-Chesterfield draws passion even from lofty clouds…..which is a line he stole from one of my unpublished haiku.
I am encouraged. One day, I will have some faith in myself. Wielding a sword, I am comfortable. A pen? not so much. I strive for shibui and one day, 50 years hence, I may attain it.
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Aha! Well, I once read something on the very early internet to which I can now find no reference, paraphrased here:
A wise man once said
The pen is mightier than the sword
So I challenged him to a duel
I cut him up pretty bad
But he was right,
They can really sting
And the ink
Was pretty
Hard to wash out.
I could find neither hide nor hair of this, just going to show that it is perhaps not true that “the internet is forever,” as is often rhapsodised.
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And, dear Kunoichi-no-Chesterfield, I feel there may be a story in this. Will/have you posted anything about it?
And once again, you honour me so.
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I have two links for you. One is of The Event and the other is dawn this morning, along with a haiku. I do hope you will show your Beauteous One the picture of the Carolina Cherry Blossom. Perhaps she will reconsider and allow a photo to be published. You can’t tell from the photo, but my hair was beyond curly. It would be rather painfully brushed, falling to my waist. Within an hour, it would have curled back up to around my shoulders. Mainly why I wore it in a braid.
Dawn: http://kanzensakura.com/2013/10/01/october-1-morning
The Event: http://kanzensakura.com/2013/09/21/kunoichi-no-chesterfield-or-owarai-kombi
Oh yes, green tea cookies. Excellent for tea: http://kanzensakura.com/2013/09/29/sunday-sweets-green-tea-cookies
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hahaahahahahaha!!!!11111
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classic boke and tsukomi
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I will show my sweetheart these when she wakes up later this afternoon.
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Hi there! I know this is kinda off topic but I was wondering which blog platform are you using for
this website? I’m getting tired of WordPress because I’ve had issues with hackers and I’m looking at options
for another platform. I would be awesome if you could point me in the direction of a good platform.
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This is wordpress hosted on wordpress. A slightly modified theme called “Piano Black,” so I am most afraid I cannot shed any further light.
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