Littlestone
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Re: Megalithic Poems
Nov 11, 2005, 17:34
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Thanks Nigel - hadn't heard of him until now.
Just Googled his name and there's another poem on his website at http://www.poetry.com/poets/MrDennisJCannings.html Unfortunately there's no e-mail address so don't know how to contact him for permission to republish his poems.
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Littlestone
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Edited Oct 09, 2006, 11:33
Richard Jefferies: Two thousand times
Nov 25, 2005, 23:35
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I cannot understand time. It is eternity now. I am in the midst of it. It is about me in the sunshine; I am in it, as the butterfly floats in the light-laden air. Nothing has to come; it is now. Now is eternity; now is the immortal life. Here this moment, by this tumulus, on earth, now; I exist in it. The years, the centuries, the cycles are absolutely nothing; it is only a moment since this tumulus was raised; in a thousand years it will still be only a moment. To the soul there is no past and no future; all is and will be ever, in now...
Richard Jefferies (1848-1887). Swindon poet and mystic. More at http://megalithicpoems.blogspot.com/
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Littlestone
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Two Visits to the Men-an-Tol. Calling Mr Hamhead
Dec 02, 2005, 23:14
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Mr H, may I have your permission to use your image at http://www.themodernantiquarian.com/img_fullsize/6583.jpg to illustrate a poem on <b>Megalithic Poems</b>?* The poem is by Penelope Shuttle and parts of it go well with you image -
"the stones moored in the moorland;
years ago, on our first visit, mist looms
wove and unwove luminous chilly muslins of fog"
If it is OK to use your image could you please let me know what name I should credit it to.
Thanks.
Littlestone
* http://megalithicpoems.blogspot.com/
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Littlestone
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Re: Megalithic Poems
Dec 03, 2005, 22:42
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Something that may appeal (and appear familiar) on MPB Peter :-)
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Littlestone
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Edited Oct 09, 2006, 11:33
Triona Ni Dhomhnaill: Solus
Dec 06, 2005, 21:05
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Thanks to the Wissers (Stones List) for this one -
Solus (Light)
Along the snowy banks
Of winter river's course
There runs a stream of winter light
That travels past the source
The autumn days will slowly pass
The solstice on its way
The ancient suns of yesteryear
Still shining to the last
We sing into caves of stone
Where chieftains lie at rest
Following the fairy mounds
Mindful of the quest
That takes us into lighter times
And tides us over dark
Awakening the snowy dreams
As winter finds its mark
Lyrics by Triona Ni Dhomhnaill
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StewardsofGondor
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Re: Solus
Dec 06, 2005, 23:17
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that's a beautiful poem. can i copy and paste just for my own use?
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StewardsofGondor
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Re: Solus
Dec 06, 2005, 23:22
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Is "Solus" Scot's Gaelic, does anyone know?
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Littlestone
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Re: Solus
Dec 07, 2005, 08:14
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I don't own the copyright SG so am unable to give you permission to use it (though I imagine if it is strictly for your own use it's probably alright).
If you're interested you'll find more <b>Megalithic Poems</b> at http://megalithicpoems.blogspot.com/
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Littlestone
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Re: Two Visits to the Men-an-Tol. Calling Mr Ha...
Dec 09, 2005, 00:03
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Bump
Mr H, may I have your permission to use your image at http://www.themodernantiquarian.com/img_fullsize/6583.jpg to illustrate a poem on Megalithic Poems?* The poem is by Penelope Shuttle and parts of it go well with you image -
"the stones moored in the moorland;
years ago, on our first visit, mist looms
wove and unwove luminous chilly muslins of fog"
If it is OK to use your image could you please let me know what name I should credit it to.
Thanks.
Littlestone
* http://megalithicpoems.blogspot.com/
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moss
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Edited Oct 09, 2006, 11:34
Ted Hughes: Bridestones
Dec 16, 2005, 08:27
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Bridestones by Ted Hughes (Remains of Elmet)
Scorched-looking, unhewn - a hill-top chapel,
Actually a crown of outcrop rock -
Earth's heart-bone laid bare.
Crowding congregation of skies.
Tense congregation of hills.
You do nothing casual here.
The wedding stones
Are electrified with whispers.
And marriage is nailed down
By this slender-necked, heavy headed
Black exclamation mark
of rock.
And you go
With the wreath of the weather
The wreath of the horizons
The wreath of constellations
Over your shoulders.
And from now on
The sun
Can always touch your ghost
With the shadow of this finger.
From now on
The moon can always lift your skull
On to this perch, to clean it.
p.s.Hughes say that Elmet was the last Celtic kingdom of England, and covers West Yorkshire, and perhaps the vale of York. His words, as always, are like ice piercing through to the essence of what he is writing about, be it rock, salmon, hawk or river....
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