tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434302889299955261.post3508679038415820107..comments2023-07-31T11:01:56.340+01:00Comments on Parrish Lantern's PomesAllSizes: Another episode in The Natty Hat Competition.@parridhlanternhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12793548943992250238noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434302889299955261.post-29467433308445427262012-11-01T05:02:41.786+00:002012-11-01T05:02:41.786+00:00The Natty Hat Competition is now officially closed...The Natty Hat Competition is now officially closed. Thank You to all those who took part. In the next step all your names will go into the random generator, commonly referred to as my daughter & I will post the winners name on Friday 2nd November.<br />My thanks once again to Judith at Leeswamme's blog for organising this Literary giveaway<br />----------The Natty Hat Is Now Closed-------------@parridhlanternhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12793548943992250238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434302889299955261.post-89209713776138419272012-10-31T20:00:38.311+00:002012-10-31T20:00:38.311+00:00Hi Rachel, Tomas Tranströmer is a great choice &am...Hi Rachel, Tomas Tranströmer is a great choice & a Nobel prize winner.<br /><br />Hi Neer, thanks for introducing this poet to me.<br />Dushyant Kumar (Hindi: दुष्यन्त कुमार), (September 27, 1931 – December 31, 1975) was a poet of modern Hindi-Urdu literature. In India, he is generally recognized as one of the foremost Hindi-Urdu poet during the 20th century. He was also a Dramatist, Littérateur and Gazal writer.<br /><br />Hello Darlene, a favourite of mine by this writer, thanks.@parridhlanternhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12793548943992250238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434302889299955261.post-73232830104397678432012-10-31T17:22:10.548+00:002012-10-31T17:22:10.548+00:00Thanks for the giveaway!
darlenesbooknook at gmail...Thanks for the giveaway!<br />darlenesbooknook at gmail dot com<br /><br />I always liked: "Because I could not stop for death" by Emily Dickinson<br /><br />Because I could not stop for Death – <br />He kindly stopped for me – <br />The Carriage held but just Ourselves – <br />And Immortality.<br /><br />We slowly drove – He knew no haste<br />And I had put away<br />My labor and my leisure too,<br />For His Civility – <br /><br />We passed the School, where Children strove<br />At Recess – in the Ring – <br />We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain – <br />We passed the Setting Sun – <br /><br />Or rather – He passed us – <br />The Dews drew quivering and chill – <br />For only Gossamer, my Gown – <br />My Tippet – only Tulle – <br /><br />We paused before a House that seemed<br />A Swelling of the Ground – <br />The Roof was scarcely visible – <br />The Cornice – in the Ground – <br /><br />Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet<br />Feels shorter than the Day<br />I first surmised the Horses' Heads <br />Were toward Eternity – Darlenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10222625207655829945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434302889299955261.post-28625598000237182042012-10-31T14:43:37.379+00:002012-10-31T14:43:37.379+00:00Dushayant Kumar. Poet from india. ThanksDushayant Kumar. Poet from india. Thanksneerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01986509319841061021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434302889299955261.post-69953051181944809232012-10-31T10:02:57.785+00:002012-10-31T10:02:57.785+00:00Outskirts
by Tomas Tranströmer
translated by R...Outskirts<br /> <br />by Tomas Tranströmer <br />translated by Robert Bly<br /><br />Men in overalls the same color as earth rise from a ditch.<br />It's a transitional place, in stalemate, neither country nor city.<br />Construction cranes on the horizon want to take the big leap,<br /> but the clocks are against it.<br />Concrete piping scattered around laps at the light with cold tongues.<br />Auto-body shops occupy old barns.<br />Stones throw shadows as sharp as objects on the moon surface.<br />And these sites keep on getting bigger<br />like the land bought with Judas' silver: "a potter's field for <br /> burying strangers."<br /><br />Pasted from poets.orgRachel Fentonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10046917627054462214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434302889299955261.post-37413909078810613042012-10-30T20:12:56.484+00:002012-10-30T20:12:56.484+00:00Hi Mae, I wrote a post recently, where I realised ...Hi Mae, I wrote a post recently, where I realised that in the process of introducing poetry to others, a lot of the time I'm also introducing it to myself. Yeats is fine & as to Othelia Lilly,she's a new one to me<br /><br />Park Orator - Othelia Lilly<br /><br />His voice, a bagpipe with a strain of thunder.<br />Scrapes the rafters of my brain like slander<br />That rides the winter down our mansard roof<br />In a wheezing gale, but then his typhoon<br />laugh<br />Whirls the summer cottage of my heart<br />To ruin, while his polar meanings hurt.<br />Like an icy slaughterhouse with angels dying;<br />I taste their moldy wings. What is he slaying?<br />Great thorns of mischief blowing from his<br />tongue<br />Bleed rosy heaven dead in everyone.<br /><br />Hello Falaise, if we start to query territories, we could be lost for years, so yes definitely & W.B. Yeats, deserves a place here by at least 2 votes. thanks for the segment.<br /><br /><br />@parridhlanternhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12793548943992250238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434302889299955261.post-20924116512633367142012-10-30T13:22:58.979+00:002012-10-30T13:22:58.979+00:00As I'm British, I hope I can still choose an I...As I'm British, I hope I can still choose an Irish poet (although Ireland was still part of Britain when he was born) - W.B. Yeats. I like a lot of his poetry but will leave you with a dose of "The Second Coming":<br /><br />"Turning and turning in the widening gyre<br />The falcon cannot hear the falconer<br />Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;<br />Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,<br />The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere<br />The ceremony of innocence is drowned.<br />The best lack all conviction, while the worst<br />Are full of passionate intensityFalaisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01296217731383114462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434302889299955261.post-11747226090072524262012-10-29T21:38:01.057+00:002012-10-29T21:38:01.057+00:00Wow, I never realized how unfamiliar I am with non...Wow, I never realized how unfamiliar I am with non-American poets. I guess I will have to go with Yeats. But if you'll allow me to bend the rules a little, I would love to tell you about a poet who is from the same country as I am: Othelia Lilly. It's very hard to find her poems online, so you might have to order a book. But it's worth it.<br /><br />maevalentine39[at]gmail[dot]comMaehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07737988031280402095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434302889299955261.post-66426624514083144642012-10-28T20:49:53.058+00:002012-10-28T20:49:53.058+00:00Hi Tony, Rilke's a great choice, but can under...Hi Tony, Rilke's a great choice, but can understand why you wouldn't copy it all :-)<br /><br />Hi Judith, can never have enough Natty Hats. Thanks again for this hop.<br /><br />Mari, Thank you for this introduction, loving the fact that his songs were based on Persian poetry. <br />For anyone else interested,Ahmad Zahir (Persian: احمد ظاهر – Aḥmad Zāhir; 14 June 1946 – 14 June 1979) was a singer, songwriter, and composer from Afghanistan. He is widely considered an icon of Afghan music and is sometimes called the "King of Afghan music". His songs are mostly in Persian and based on well-recognized Persian poems, although a few are in Pashto and English.[1] Zahir composed and performed rock and pop music, in a similar style to Elvis Presley. Today, he is regarded as one of the greatest persons in Afghan culture and history.<br /><br />Hi Liene, thanks for this Intro. just Googled him & yes Arc Publication has a dual Language copy of Wolf One-Eye. http://www.arcpublications.co.uk/book.php?description_id=321<br /><br />Hi Bellezza, Thank you as per usual, you've risen to this challenge admirably, thank you for your selection.<br />PS. Damn predictive text..<br /><br />Hello Suko, thanks for this writer, am vaguely aware of this writer, <i>Beyond the Scent of Sorrow</i> rings a bell.<br /><br />Thank you for your comment Aloi, glad you liked my inane mutterings. Another blogger from the Philippines (now know 3) so welcome. Khalil Gibran, a great choice.<br /><br /><br />Hi Cyndee, thanks for this poet, <br /><br />Lady, Briceida Cuevas Cob<br /><br /> <br />your breasts are two little girls jostling each other in play when you wash. <br />The rainbow of your glance is suspended in the lather. <br />To look at you one wouldn’t guess you suffer, <br />wouldn’t know that at the foot of your washtub you hoard part of your story. <br />You give a whistle, <br />your whistle is a thread where you will hang your tiredness. <br />The wind <br />is a mischievous lad who tugs and tugs at your laundry. <br />On the trees of the east <br />the sun is a newborn baby scattering his warm yellow tears.<br /><br /> Translation: Steve Trott<br /><br /><br /><br />@parridhlanternhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12793548943992250238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434302889299955261.post-41396937751323223962012-10-28T20:21:14.976+00:002012-10-28T20:21:14.976+00:00I enjoy all types and authors of Poetry. I had a T...I enjoy all types and authors of Poetry. I had a Teacher who read poems and celebrated poetry by starting class with a poem every day.A Friend introduced to Briceida Cuevas Cobb, a Maya Poet, whose work I discovered from Flor y Canto,(Flower and Song)It is a collection. She has been published in Mexico.<br />Cyndee Thomas<br />cyndee.thomas0@gmail.comCyndeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10457725382841305529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434302889299955261.post-61760332350478929602012-10-28T16:35:38.272+00:002012-10-28T16:35:38.272+00:00Found you through this hop! Oh my, what an amazing...Found you through this hop! Oh my, what an amazing post, hahaha! You got me with the combo of Natty Hat and ... world peace! <br /><br />readerrabbit22 at gmail.com<br />My blog (if you're curious: guiltlessreading.blogspot.com)<br /><br /><br />I have to admit that poetry is a difficult one for me but I do have two books by Khalil Gibran. (I'm from the Philippines, Gibran is from Lebanon). An Excerpt from The Prophet "On Children":<br /><br />And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children." <br />And he said: <br />Your children are not your children. <br />They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. <br />They come through you but not from you, <br />And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you. <br />You may give them your love but not your thoughts. <br />For they have their own thoughts. <br />You may house their bodies but not their souls, <br />For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. <br />You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. <br />For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. <br />You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. <br />The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. <br />Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness; <br />For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.testhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13450478529066242687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434302889299955261.post-38366823007021975922012-10-27T22:19:32.969+01:002012-10-27T22:19:32.969+01:00Here is my choice, talented and prolific Indian wr...Here is my choice, talented and prolific Indian writer Sweta Srivastava Vikram, who was born in India and also grew up in North Africa. She's the author of 3 short books of poetry: <i>Because All Is Not Lost</i> (Modern History Press, 2010), <i>Kaleidoscope: An Asian Journey of Colors</i> (Modern History Press, 2010), and <i>Beyond the Scent of Sorrow</i> (also Modern History Press, 2011). She's also a novelist: <i>Perfectly Untraditional</i> (2011, published in India). She is a writer to watch!Sukohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11893742747135555499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434302889299955261.post-90964021133326782012012-10-27T16:47:43.162+01:002012-10-27T16:47:43.162+01:00"He who dwells in the shelter of
the Most Hig..."He who dwells in the shelter of<br />the Most High<br />will rest in the shadow of the<br />Almighty.<br />I will say of the LORD, "He is my<br />refuge and my fortress,<br />my God, in whom I trust."<br /><br />Surely he will save you from<br />The fowler's snare<br />and from the deadly<br />pestilence.<br />He will cover you with his feathers,<br />and under his wings you will <br />find refuge;<br />his faithfulness will be your<br />shield and rampart.<br />You will not fear the terror of<br />night, <br />nor the arrow that flies by day,<br />nor the pestilence that stalks in<br />the darkness, <br />nor the plague that destroys at<br />midday.<br />Psalm 91:1-6<br /><br />As you know, Parrish, the Psalms are my favorite poems. But, so as to leap outside my box I will also record a poem from a little book I bought at Publisher's Row in Chicago several summers ago:<br /><br />BOOKWISH<br /><br />I wish you liked to read.<br />I wish you came home bulging<br />With thoughts, sentences dangling<br />& looped about you like vines,<br />your mind mossy and fragrant <br />with phrases.<br /><br />You would read to me,<br />your voice riding each story's weather:<br />throaty & dark, shrill,<br />tentative, serene, or scuttling <br /> like a rat.<br />I would forget the best stories<br />so you cos read them again.<br /><br />Sometimes we would cry,<br />pierced by word-knives, delivered<br />into rooms without windows,<br />clutching each other, appalled.<br /><br />Having traversed a vast<br />topography of pages,<br />We would close the book,<br />cook real food, pour juice or wine,<br />& eat with the relieved & thankful air<br />of travelers who have<br />come upon their Rivendell.<br />-Ruth GoringBellezza https://www.blogger.com/profile/18073864187188953633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434302889299955261.post-90399843863502231682012-10-27T16:47:18.018+01:002012-10-27T16:47:18.018+01:00Juris Kronbergs, a Latvian poet. My favorite poems...Juris Kronbergs, a Latvian poet. My favorite poems are in Latvian, but I do believe he's got something in English too.Lienehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07479489443374383602noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434302889299955261.post-30582956135268155412012-10-27T11:55:21.827+01:002012-10-27T11:55:21.827+01:00I, too, will choose a writer from Afghanistan. In ...I, too, will choose a writer from Afghanistan. In Afg poetry is spread through song. I love Ahmad Zahir, favorite being "Az Gahmat Ai Nazaneen." He was a beautiful poet.Marihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06455370930755055494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434302889299955261.post-88826177342771821972012-10-27T09:50:39.790+01:002012-10-27T09:50:39.790+01:00Thanks for joining the blog hop, Gary, and for you...Thanks for joining the blog hop, Gary, and for your wonderful introduction to your giveaway. <br /><br />I'm sorry the search for a receptacle took such an effort, but now you're set for life!<br /><br />I won't enter, as you know I don't appreciate poetry well enough; real poetry lovers should get the full chance to win this collection. Judithhttp://leeswammes.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1434302889299955261.post-59561540754814518192012-10-27T09:36:02.266+01:002012-10-27T09:36:02.266+01:00How about Rilke? An excellent poet! One nice exa...How about Rilke? An excellent poet! One nice example is 'Der Panther' (I'm not goign to copy it all here though...)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07546287562521628467noreply@blogger.com