The Modern Antiquarian Forum » Megalithic Poems |
Log In to post a reply
|
|
|
Topic View: Flat | Threaded |
Littlestone 5386 posts |
Apr 05, 2007, 22:15
|
||
My, some people work fast! Thanks Michelle :-) Carnac Du bois de Ker-Melo jusqu'au Moulin de Teir, J'ai passe tout le jour sur le bord de la mer, Respirant sous les pins leur odeur de resine, Poussant devant mes pieds leur feuille lisse et fine, Et d'instants en instants, par-dessus Saint Michel, Lorsqu'eclatait le bruit de la barre d'Enn-Tell, M'arretant pour entendre: au milieu des bruyeres, Carnac m'apparaissait avec toutes ses pierres, Et parmi les men-hir erraient comme autrefois Les vieux guerriers des clans, leurs pretres et leurs rois. Auguste Brizeux (1803-1858) From the woods of Ker-Melo up to the mill of Teir, I spent all day along the seashore, Breathing under the pines their resinous smell, Pushing in front of my feet their fine soft needles, And from time to time, beyond Saint Michel, When was bursting the noise of the dam of Enn-Tell Stopping to listen: amidst the heather, Carnac with all its stones appeared to me, and among the menhirs were roaming like long ago the old clan warriors, their priests and their kings.
|
|||
Littlestone 5386 posts |
Apr 06, 2007, 22:00
|
||
La pierre qui croule Petite, a Uchon montais Dans le bois qui abrite La pierre qui croule Devant le mystere tous s'esclaffaient A qui la ferait basculer. A plusieurs ils y arrivaient imperceptiblement. Ravis de leur exploit. Pourtant la pierre jamais son socle ne quittait, Resistant: triomphante. De retour un jour de mes grandes annees Dans le silence, En la touchant avec reverence, J'ai bascule dans un autre monde Vers sa realite interieure Tel est le vrai mystere De ces anciennes pierres. Michelle The rocking stone When small I used to go up to Uchon In the woods which shelters The rocking stone In front of the mystery all used to exclaim to whom would make it rock. Several together could do it Imperceptibly. Delighted with their feat. However the stone would never shift from its base resisting: triumphant Having returned One day now in my later years In the silence Touching it with respect, I went over to another world Towards its inner reality Such is the real mystery Of those ancient stones.
|
|||
Littlestone 5386 posts |
Apr 15, 2007, 07:47
|
||
Nice little article in yesterday's Guardian about the Ridgeway entitled England then - and now* that finishes with the words from Richard Jefferies, "Though we have been so many thousands of years upon the earth, we do not seem to have done any more as yet than walk along beaten footpaths." * http://travel.guardian.co.uk/article/2007/apr/14/saturday.green.walkingholidays
|
|||
Pilgrim 597 posts |
Apr 16, 2007, 01:40
|
||
From The New Yorker, March 26, 2007. I know it's not European (and not exactly megalithic fi truth be told), but I was moved by it, and thought I'd share it with you and the gestalt mind........ Peace Pilgrim X THE MUSEUM OF STONES This is your museum of stones, assembled in matchbox and tin, collected from roadside, culvert, and viaduct, battlefield, threshing floor, basilica, abattoir, stones loosened by tanks in the streets of a city whose earliest map was drawn in ink on linen, schoolyard stones in the hand of a corpse, pebble from Apollinaire’s oui, stone of the mind within us carried from one silence to another, stone of cromlech and cairn, schist and shale, hornblende, agate, marble, millstones, and ruins of choirs and shipyards, chalk, marl, and mudstone from temples and tombs, stone from the silvery grass near the scaffold, stone from the tunnel lined with bones, lava of the city’s entombment, chipped from lighthouse, cell wall, scriptorium, paving stones from the hands of those who rose against the army, stones where the bells had fallen, where the bridges were blown, those that had flown through windows and weighted petitions, feldspar, rose quartz, slate, blueschist, gneiss, and chert, fragments of an abbey at dusk, sandstone toe of a Buddha mortared at Bamiyan, stone from the hill of three crosses and a crypt, from a chimney where storks cried like human children, stones newly fallen from stars, a stillness of stones, a heart, altar and boundary stone, marker and vessel, first cast, lode, and hail, bridge stones and others to pave and shut up with, stone apple, stone basil, beech, berry, stone brake, stone bramble, stone fern, lichen, liverwort, pippin, and root, concretion of the body, as blind as cold as deaf, all earth a quarry, all life a labor, stone-faced, stone-drunk with hope that this assemblage, taken together, would become a shrine or holy place, an ossuary, immovable and sacred, like the stone that marked the path of the sun as it entered the human dawn. http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2007/03/26/070326po_poem_forche
|
|||
tiompan 5758 posts |
Apr 16, 2007, 08:36
|
||
A fine poem "
|
|||
tiompan 5758 posts |
Apr 16, 2007, 08:39
|
||
tiompan wrote: A fine poem " oops .should read . A fine poem relating to Stonehenge , "Making Sacrifices " by Alan M kent in "Abraxas Unbound " edited by Paul Newman .
|
|||
Littlestone 5386 posts |
Apr 16, 2007, 09:16
|
||
Nice one Pilgrim - going to be a pleasure finding an image to accompany that one :-)
|
|||
Littlestone 5386 posts |
Apr 16, 2007, 09:18
|
||
Can't find it tiompan; can you post it up or send it to me?
|
|||
tiompan 5758 posts |
Apr 16, 2007, 09:32
|
||
Littlestone wrote: Can't find it tiompan; can you post it up or send it to me? Sorry Litlestone it was merely a heads up , I thought it would invoke the copyright devils if I copied it .
|
|||
Littlestone 5386 posts |
Apr 19, 2007, 21:15
|
||
Here oft, when Evening sheds her twilight ray, And gilds with fainter beam departing day, With breathless gaze, and cheek with terror pale, The lingering shepherd startles at the tale, How, at deep midnight, by the moon's chill glance, Unearthly forms prolong the viewless dance; While on each whisp'ring breeze that murmurs by, His busied fancy hears the hollow sigh. From Stonehenge, by Thomas Stokes Salmon, 1823
|
Pages: 97 – [ Previous | 1 … 50 51 52 53 54 55 | Next ] | Add a reply to this topic |
|
|
The Modern Antiquarian Forum Index |