Wednesday, September 16, 2026

SOMETHING TOLD...

SOMETHING TOLD THE WILD GEESE 

by Rachel Field ( 1894-1934) From her collection "Branches Green" published in 1934

(This is my favourite Fall poem...)

Something told the wild geese
it was time to go...
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered- "Snow"
Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
Something cautioned -"Frost"
All the sagging orchards
Steamed with amber spice
But each wild breast stiffened
At remembered ice.
Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly.
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry...
Photographs 2026 (Poem is in the public domain)

 

Thursday, September 10, 2026

IN THE COUNTRY...

MNEMOSYNE by Trumbull Stickney ( 1874-1904) He was an American poet and scholar, graduating with honours from Harvard in 1895. Published Dramatic Verses in 1902 and died too young,in 1904.

"Mnemosyne" means "remembrance" and memory ( originally the name of the Greek goddess who was mother of the Muses in mythology. Mnemosyne (memory) was always important in Greek storytelling)



It's autumn in the country I remember

How warm a wind blew here about the ways! And shadows on the hillside lay to slumber
During the long sun-sweetened summer-days
It's cold abroad the country I remember.

The swallows veering skimmed the golden grain at midday with a wing aslant and limber:

And yellow cattle browsed upon the plain...
It's empty down the country I remember
I had a sister lovely in my sight: her hair was dark, her eyes were very sombre;
We sang together in the woods at night.
It's lonely in the country I remember.
The babble of our children fills my ears, and on our hearth I stare at the perished ember to flames that show all starry thru my tears.
It's dark about the country I remember
There are the mountains where I lived. The path is slushed with cattle-tracks and fallen timber;
The stumps are twisted by the tempests' wrath.
But that I knew these places are my own, I'd ask how came such wretchedness to cumber the earth, and I to people it alone.
It rains across the country I remember...
Photographs 2026 Mnemosyne is in the public domain. All works published before Jan 1 1931 come under this designation. This poem was written in 1902.
 

Thursday, September 3, 2026

FROM the SHORE...

"The voice of the sea speaks to the soul..." Jennifer Donnelly

"For every moment the sea is peace and relief, there is another when it shivers and stirs to become chaos." - Tim Winton

"Would you learn the secrets of the sea? " -Longfellow

“Hark, now hear the sailors cry,
Smell the sea, and feel the sky,
Let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic." -Van Morrison
"Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part..." -Hermann Broch

“As the wind, wandering over the sea, takes from each wave an invisible portion, 
and brings to those on shore the ethereal essence of ocean, so the air lingering among the woods and hedges—
green waves and billows—became full of fine atoms of summer.”-Richard Jeffries
Photographs 2026