Littlestone
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Re: Double you be Yeats
Jan 18, 2008, 11:34
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Many thanks for those g - they're great, and we don't have them either here or on the blog.
Agree with you about In the Seven Woods - it could indeed have just been written, and I think I can lay my hands on just the right image to accompany it.
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Littlestone
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Re: Double you be Yeats
Jan 19, 2008, 18:06
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Hi g.
Just to let you know that the In the Seven Woods by Yeats is now up on http://megalithicpoems.blogspot.com/ with what, I hope, is a suitable image to accompany the poem. Thanks once again for bringing the poem to our attention.
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gjrk
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Edited Jan 20, 2008, 14:22
Re: Double you be Yeats
Jan 20, 2008, 01:25
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And the highway stretched off into the distance... a poem well framed I think.
And thank you LS for encouraging me to look at these books again.
The wind trumpets heavily, as if the bull's
triumphant bellow was rising from the lake.
Did time grow light? A leaf blown from my hands,
or moonlit ripples splashed from the silver stream.
Yesterday my son ran round this ancient ground.
It whispers. "There is only this."
g
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Littlestone
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Did time grow light?
Jan 20, 2008, 17:06
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The wind trumpets heavily, as if the bull's
triumphant bellow was rising from the lake.
Did time grow light? A leaf blown from my hands,
or moonlit ripples splashed from the silver stream.
Yesterday my son ran round this ancient ground.
It whispers. "There is only this."
Now who do we credit that little beauty to!
I remember several years ago walking along the Winterbourne path with a friend towards Silbury. It was in the afternoon of the autumn equinox and we stopped for a moment in sight of Silbury to set down a little gift in the grass. As we stood there the still air picked up into a breeze that whistled through our hair and then was gone again as quickly as it had come. And time did grow light...
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gjrk
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Re: Did time grow light?
Jan 20, 2008, 23:23
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I'm almost nervous to respond lest I ruin your interpretation. It changed many times until I got it right and all that is good in it wrote itself while I was straining to make something else fit in.
I'm really glad that you like it and that it brought forward a good memory. I know how you may have felt that day, I think.
g
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Littlestone
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gjrk: Did time grow light?
Jan 21, 2008, 23:03
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Duly credited :-)
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Littlestone
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Persephone Vandegrift: Silbury Hill
Jan 22, 2008, 11:23
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Silbury Hill
I think Gaia was a virgin
when the men came
took their dreams out
and buried them deep inside her
Then they wandered the fields bewildered
carved circles on rocks
and built stone chambers
trying to decipher
What is this great mound?
Surely it holds such plunder?
Oh you silly men
with your measuring strings
sandals tattered and torn
Everyone knows
this mound
is just a belly full of gods
waiting to be born
Persephone Vandegrift http://www.thisisby.us/index.php/content/silbury_hill
Hailing from Seattle Washington, Persephone Vandegrift has an avid curiosity in ancient sites and a strong connection to the UK. Most of her writing is mythologically focused and she enjoys exploring the emotional and physical effects that megaliths and their legends have upon people. She is a published poet (Persephone's Dream and Other Tales), a produced playwright, and an aspiring travel and fantasy writer. If you would like to contact Persephone in regards to her writing or to share your interest in ancient sites, please contact her at [email protected]
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Littlestone
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John Skinner: The dreary vault
Jan 31, 2008, 20:27
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For reference on this thread see also the links to John Skinner's words posted at - http://www.themodernantiquarian.com/forum/?thread=45741&message=572706
"...he came to a mouth of a passage covered with a square stone similar to that at (nearby) Plasne-wydd, anxious to reap the fruits of his discovery he procured a light and crept forward on his hands and knees along the dreary vault, when lo! In a chamber at the further end a figure in white seemed to forbid his approach. The poor man had scarcely power sufficient to crawl backwards out of this den of spirits..."
Very similar.
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Littlestone
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Thomas Stokes Salmon: Stonehenge
Jan 31, 2008, 20:28
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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 (best I could find for post 666 ;-)
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nigelswift
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Edward Thomas: Thaw
Feb 02, 2008, 20:05
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Not strictly megalithic, but seasonal.
My excuse is that I was in Avebury yesterday and it was just like this.
OVER the land half freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed,
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as a flower of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
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