That huddles in grey heaps coiling and holding back.
Like cliffs abutting in shadow a dead grey sea
Some street-ends thrust forward their stack.
On the misty waste lands, away from the flushing grey
Of the morning, the elms are loftily dimmed, and tall
As if moving in air towards us, tall angels
Of darkness advancing steadily over us all.
D H Lawrence (from Bay)
1885-1930
The "drunk" poet(s) can sometimes create a hell of a world for the readers -- I was reading "The Drunk" again recently -- Lovely work that was :)
ReplyDeletewishes,
devika
ofcourse Gwilym, no offence to any poets - but you know how horrible a state of mind this poem can lead to -- just had to lighten it up :)
ReplyDeletewishes,
devika
Dwvika, you're talking to a blogger with Dylan Thomas and Charles Bukowski featured - how could we object!
ReplyDelete:) Those are poets I love as well, Gwilym, though Bukowski, i haven't read much - Jack Kerouac, Dorothy Parker many others..and Ruba'iyat is one of my favourite works -- so you know :)
ReplyDeletePerhap Tagore is one poet of the 20th century, whose every word is drunk with youthfulness, without him taking taking one drop of alcoholic -- perhap the poet is not so much important as the poems to the reader....i've liked so many poems here as well; whether the blogger drinks or not, is not so much my concern --- but the poems are a look out :)
wishes,
devika
You can read this DHL poem in conjunction with the photo directly below it. The land is drunk, the grey ghosts are tall...
ReplyDeleteThe 'experts' talk of worst case scenarios - well here is one: if there is an 8.5+ earthquake or above in the Aleutian chain or off coast of Alaska before they can cover these monstrosities with concrete the resulting tsunami may do for the lot of them, I'm sorry to say. But that's the truth Japan should wake up to.
There I seem to agree with you, Gwilym,
ReplyDeletegrey ghosts-- ghosts of our own doings -- wake up call is around the world, in many ways and forms -- need to wait and see what can come of it,
wishes,
devika