poem of the moment

madameshawshank · Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 11:56 pm Post subject: poem of the moment

as soon as I read this I thought...oh my..must read it again immediately..

from Su Tung P'o 1037-1101

Moon, Flowers, Man

I raise my cup and invite
The moon to come down from the
Sky. I hope she will accept
Me. I raise my cup and ask
The branches, heavy with flowers,
To drink with me. I wish them
Long life and promise never
To pick them. In company
With the moon and the flowers,
I get drunk, and none of us
Ever worries about good
Or bad. How many people
Can comprehend our joy? I
Have wine and moon and flowers.
Who else do I want for drinking companions?

He wasn't a great fan of the emperor of the day, 'n as a consequence was sent far and wide...became a farmer and took the name of his farm as HIS name...how sweet is that! Tung P'o...

any poems reaching your hearts at the moment..do share please Wink

hugs
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Barbara · Posted: Mon May 08, 2006 4:51 am Post subject:

Madame I came across this poem recently. Can't seem to remember where though. Beautiful words aren't they.
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Debbie · Joined: 21 Feb 2005 Posts: 861 Location: Paris

Beautiful.

I really enjoy peotry, but unfortunately do not have a memory for it. I can quote paragraphs from books, but a beautiful poem escapes my memory soon after having been read. Very sad.

Keep adding poems please Madame. It is very soothing to the mind to read and imagine the scenes created by the poet.
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madameshawshank · Posted: Mon May 08, 2006 11:15 pm Post subject:

Barbara Darlin'...I found it in "Poem a Day"..edited by Laurie Sheckvol..it was the poem for May 6..

Debbie Darlin'..it will be a joy to add another poem every so often..

this was May 3rd's..isn't that quirky punctuation Wink

Galway Kinnell's

Saint Francis and the Sow

The bud
stands for all things,
even for those things that don't flower.
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
thought sometimes it is necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness,,
to put a hand on its brow
of the flower
and retell it in words and in touch
it is lovely
until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing;
as Saint Francis
put his hand on the creased forehead
of the sow, and told her in words and in touch
blessings of earth on the sow, and the sow
began remembering all down her thick length,
from the earthen snout all the way
through the fodder and slops to the spiritual curl of the tail,
from the hard spininess spiked out from the spine
down through the great broken heart
to the blue milken dreaminess spurting and shuddering
from the fourteen teats into the fourteen mouths sucking and
blowing beneath them:
the long, perfect loveliness of sow.

is that not so exquisite you could faint!

blessings on our earth...blessings on us all..that we ALL will remember self-blessing..

as I read the other day:

sing the mystery
tend the garden

hugs
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madameshawshank · Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 1:22 am Post subject:

poem a day?..I don't think so Wink

when I'm on a roll it's more like a poem a nanosecond..however we ENFPs have to be aware of others...

this from Earth Prayers from around the world...365 prayers, poems, and invocations for honoring the earth

When I rise up
let me rise up joyful
like a bird

When I fall
let me fall without regret
like a leaf

WENDELL BERRY
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gingerpale · Joined: 23 Jan 2006 Posts: 1324

I like haiku.

madameshawshank · Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 5:33 am Post subject:

oh gingerpale...the mere mention of haiku 'n I'm off 'n running... Wink

2.32pm haiku for you

twenty two of Jan
C & Z gingerpale joined
feast-filled Spring blossoms
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gingerpale · Joined: 23 Jan 2006 Posts: 1324

Thank you!

madameshawshank · Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 1:38 am Post subject:

ok..ready to faint?

You, orange tree -

You, orange tree-
please answer me this question:
the Fifth Month has passed,
but might you still have the scent
of the sleeves he wore long ago?

Lady Ukyo Daibu
(1157-CA. 1232)

Her love was killed in the Gempei Wars. She wrote in her journal that he had come to the palace "his robes wrinkled after guard duty" with a branch from an orange tree ..covered in snow.

She wrote the poem after looking at an orange tree covered in snow..."which made me think of the time -"...see, faint stuff!

reminds me a little of Ennis 'n the shirts

hugs
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Leo · Joined: 25 Nov 2005 Posts: 94 Location: New Zealand

Go easy Madame, I have low blood pressure as it is.
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Judy · Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 6:20 am Post subject:

Oh wow, memories of scents and smells, very powerful stuff.

When I lived at Bawley Point (no-one but Madame will know where that is, but never mind) I used to drive home after night shifts from Batemans Bay and go past a citrus orchard. The smell of orange blossoms in bloom is so intoxicating. I still remember it, almost 20 years later.
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madameshawshank · Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 8:11 am Post subject:

the Point..indeed Wink

Margaret Fulton (an Australian food writer who made such an impact on the development of our eating habits..)..once wrote of driving down the mountain to Wollongong ..on a Sunday morning..and the smell of thousands of baked dinners cooking wafted to her nose!

any not living in Australia in the '40s, '50s, 'n '60s..a note of explanation..each Sunday NO MATTER WHAT THE TEMPERATURE..I'M TALKING THE MIDDLE OF SUMMER HERE...the baked dinner was it! usually leg of lamb..the roast vegetables...the gravy..oops, almost forgot the mint sauce Wink

thousands of baked dinners...what an image ..
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madameshawshank · Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 2:37 am Post subject:

from the mind of Judith Morley:

By what miracle
does this cracker
made from Kansas wheat,
this cheese ripened in French caves,
this fig, grown and dried near Ephesus,
turn into Me?
My eyes,
My hands,
My cells, organs, juices, thoughts?

Am I not then Kansas wheat
and French cheese
and Smyrna figs?
Figs, no doubt,
the ancient Prophets ate?

Imagine sitting at table with said Judith!!!
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gingerpale · Joined: 23 Jan 2006 Posts: 1324

Bien sur.

sweetbabyjames · Joined: 05 May 2006 Posts: 357

Not an edible poem, but my current favorite:

I weave your name on the loom of my mind,
To clean and soften ten thousand threads,
To comb the twists and knots of my thoughs.
No more shall I weave a garment of pain
For you have come to me,
Drawn by my weaving,
Ceaselessly weaving your name on the loom of my mind.