Established 2003. Now incorporating The Sudbury Hill Harrow and Wherever End Times
Thursday, August 28, 2003
The first day of autumn?
"The leaves are dying. The roses are in despair. All that superabundance is in ruins, the windfall apples are dissolving, the wildflowers have gone to seed. Even the name of the late season is ash in my mouth." - Rainer Maria Bilko
Ossian
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my beautiful pear tree was felled
curse the honey fungus
Post by : Os (host81-129-72-191.in-addr.btopenworld.com / )
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Oh tis a sad day
Such a sad day, always, this first on which the first keener sigh of the coming season's wind is felt as a premonition, as a marker of time passed and the winged chariot that is bearing us heedless to, oh, who knows where. I would like to share with you this delightful arrangement of words which every year this singular moment of Autumn's first breath upon my skin returns me too. I beg your august journal to indulge my sentimental foibleism, and my celebration of our late friend Elizabeth Jennings.
Song at the beginning of autumn
Now watch this autumn that arrives In smells. All looks like summer still; Colours are quite unchanged, the air On green and white serenely thrives. Heavy the trees with growth and full The fields. Flowers flourish everywhere.
Proust who collected Time within A child's cake would understand The ambiguity of this - Summer still raging while a thin Column of smoke stirs from the land Proving that autumn gropes for us.
But every season is a kind Of rich nostalgia. We give names - Autumn and summer, winter, spring - As though to unfasten from the mind Our moods and give them outward forms. We want the certain solid thing.
But I am carried back against My will into a childhood where Autumn is bonfires, marbles, smoke; I lean against my window fenced From evocations in the air. When I said autumn, autumn broke.
Post by : Percy Shelled-Nutte (webcacheh05a.cache.pol.co.uk / )
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For Percy
Nice one!
Post by : Cheryl (cache-rq06.proxy.aol.com / )
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You are a great advocate for that poem, Percy.
I think Ossian has also done well to highlight the work of Rainer Maria Bilko, who is sadly overlooked, having had the misfortune to live in the shadow of much better known poet with a similar name, Sgt Ernest Bilko.
Post by : Dr Noel Knowall phd (host81-129-72-191.in-addr.btopenworld.com / )
1 comment:
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my beautiful pear tree was felled
curse the honey fungus
Post by : Os (host81-129-72-191.in-addr.btopenworld.com / )
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Oh tis a sad day
Such a sad day, always, this first on which the first keener sigh of the coming season's wind is felt as a premonition, as a marker of time passed and the winged chariot that is bearing us heedless to, oh, who knows where. I would like to share with you this delightful arrangement of words which every year this singular moment of Autumn's first breath upon my skin returns me too. I beg your august journal to indulge my sentimental foibleism, and my celebration of our late friend Elizabeth Jennings.
Song at the beginning of autumn
Now watch this autumn that arrives
In smells. All looks like summer still;
Colours are quite unchanged, the air
On green and white serenely thrives.
Heavy the trees with growth and full
The fields. Flowers flourish everywhere.
Proust who collected Time within
A child's cake would understand
The ambiguity of this -
Summer still raging while a thin
Column of smoke stirs from the land
Proving that autumn gropes for us.
But every season is a kind
Of rich nostalgia. We give names -
Autumn and summer, winter, spring -
As though to unfasten from the mind
Our moods and give them outward forms.
We want the certain solid thing.
But I am carried back against
My will into a childhood where
Autumn is bonfires, marbles, smoke;
I lean against my window fenced
From evocations in the air.
When I said autumn, autumn broke.
Post by : Percy Shelled-Nutte (webcacheh05a.cache.pol.co.uk / )
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For Percy
Nice one!
Post by : Cheryl (cache-rq06.proxy.aol.com / )
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You are a great advocate for that poem, Percy.
I think Ossian has also done well to highlight the work of Rainer Maria Bilko, who is sadly overlooked, having had the misfortune to live in the shadow of much better known poet with a similar name, Sgt Ernest Bilko.
Post by : Dr Noel Knowall phd (host81-129-72-191.in-addr.btopenworld.com / )
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