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

 

Saturday, August 29, 2026

INTO FALL....

FULL MOON by Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) 

                                                 From her collection "Dark of the Moon" 1926

I listened, there was not a sound to hear
In the great rain of moonlight...
                ...pouring down.
The eucalyptus trees were carved...
                     ...in silver.
And a light mist of silver lulled the town.
I saw far off the grey Pacific bearing
A broad white disk of flame,
     And on the garden-walk...
a snail beside me...
         Tracing in crystal...
...the slow way he came.
"Midsummer night the garden perfumes are earth and apple, dewy pine and rose..." -Sara Teasdale
Photographs 2026 Mt. Washington range 

                                    from Campbell River, BC.