tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post5490345671287559460..comments2023-10-31T15:39:09.651+01:00Comments on box elder: The Hollow LandLucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09764296105901909328noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-22560517787093811102010-06-01T06:11:36.727+02:002010-06-01T06:11:36.727+02:00Morris did have a genuine poetic gift, although he...Morris did have a genuine poetic gift, although he never took it very seriously: in fact partly because it came so easily to him. He never could believe that anyone compos mentis could find it difficult to write in meter & rhyme.<br /><br />I used to love his prose romances -- especially the Wood at the World's End. I've been a little afraid to go back to them for fear I'd find them silly.<br /><br />Not long ago someone came out with a edition of the Earthly Paradise, which I would dearly love to read. $400, alas!Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14523194846272870013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-73144235435208714592010-05-29T18:26:20.093+02:002010-05-29T18:26:20.093+02:00I'm going to put these poems into a little fil...I'm going to put these poems into a little file I keep. I've discovered so much good poetry since I discovered blogging.<br /><br />The Hollow Land really does lend itself to colour. I'm glad to see it in your printing.<br /><br />The Bed at Kelmscott poem makes me think of how quickly it all goes, although the seasons (and all of their beauties) do cycle around again. Our wisteria is already fading, and so are the peonies. I look forward to them all year, and I always feel unaccountably sad when they go. Still, in May, we have the summer stretching out in front of us.<br /><br />A sweet pang, again, for the loss of your sister.Beehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02375981493145612394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-89812218920049696772010-05-28T23:09:39.749+02:002010-05-28T23:09:39.749+02:00colours flowing from winter to spring to summer .....colours flowing from winter to spring to summer ... sleeping and waking have never been the same for me either. Keeping memories through the writing of poetry has helped. Imitation is not possible. Your "spiky kind of primitive italic" sits easy on the eyes.Rouchswalwehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01393987883437907945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-43629843840883817682010-05-27T00:26:55.933+02:002010-05-27T00:26:55.933+02:00This is beautiful and touched me, Lucy - the story...This is beautiful and touched me, Lucy - the story, the poem, and what you did with it.Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15829062955658284450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-50373829650680011582010-05-26T15:51:13.620+02:002010-05-26T15:51:13.620+02:00Thank you for sharing these. I like to read aloud ...Thank you for sharing these. I like to read aloud but my sieve-like memory doesn't allow much poetry to stay. <br /><br />I was struck by your sentence "I feared that waking in the night that comes innocent and then remembers." I'm glad that you weren't dismayed in that way. Your brain was taking good care of you.Nimblehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16426446791363667887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-20078875295877283012010-05-25T21:39:39.699+02:002010-05-25T21:39:39.699+02:00I hadn't heard of Morris until this post, but ...I hadn't heard of Morris until this post, but I'd like to look up his poetry now. Especially loved these lines:<br /><i>Coldly slipping through<br />Many green-lipped cavern mouths<br />Where the hills are blue.</i>HKatzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17653570160517335758noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-80534233545133811372010-05-25T18:55:49.382+02:002010-05-25T18:55:49.382+02:00Such simplicity from William Morris! Not easy to a...Such simplicity from William Morris! Not easy to achieve. I've always admired him and do so all the more now for being reminded of these poems. Your remarkably assured script seems drawn out of a long and distinguished tradition. Sanserif, with a hint of the Gothic!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-37443458047759097692010-05-25T17:42:48.624+02:002010-05-25T17:42:48.624+02:00So good to see some tub-thumping for William Morri...So good to see some tub-thumping for William Morris, Lucy. With his design work all-too-frequently bracketed with all that was truly frightful about the decorative arts in the early 1970s and his socialism deep in the dumper with - well - any kind of socialism these days, may his words at least get a chance to breathe again! Delightful extracts and whilst of their time, vivid and substantive for us today. Thanks for this.Dickhttp://patteran.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-46236366190170584752010-05-25T12:23:12.160+02:002010-05-25T12:23:12.160+02:00(o)(o)Fire Birdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13518190677399410354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-15820473268911444502010-05-25T08:57:18.449+02:002010-05-25T08:57:18.449+02:00How prescient. Here I am, up early, having watched...How prescient. Here I am, up early, having watched "Bright Star" the night before (The Keats/Brawn film which left me sorry for Mr Brown rather than Fanny) and here you are serving all sorts of tasters of this art form I came to so late in life. Unfitted to make a useful judgement on the insomnia poem I have looked instead at its vocabulary and guess it could sneak pretty close to the 1200 word barrier said to define literacy and/or vital signs. All useful, essential words, nothing "poetic". My personal criterion: the poet has suppressed a deep-seated desire to use rebarbative and jejune.<br /><br />A mild shock to learn of you reciting Innisfree. With a little time, and a desert isle devoid of any other seductions, I might be able to match you. But it would be a hollow achievement. I learned Innisfree at school and it is forever tainted. The only meaningful verse I picked up at BGS starts "Lord dismiss us with thy blessing..." He did and I'm blest.Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.com