Sunday, 31 January 2010

An interval - poetry read within yourself.

Picture of Haworth moorland from here.

  • WHAT: A Bloggers (Silent) Poetry Reading

  • WHEN: Anytime February 2, 2010

  • WHERE: Your blog

  • WHY: To celebrate the Feast of Brigid, aka Groundhog Day

  • HOW: Select a poem you like - by a favorite poet or one of your own - to post February 2nd.

If you plan to join in (and why not, say I?) leave a comment here. Thanks to Moonroot for pointing this out and do go and have a look at the poem she chose here.

The poem or 'pome' as the fiendish Molesworth would put it is by Emily Brontë
and is called, High Waving Heather. I love the passion and the almost stormy quality to it.


High waving heather, 'neath stormy blasts bending,
Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars;
Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending,
Earth rising to heaven and heaven descending,
Man's spirit away from its drear dungeon sending,
Bursting the fetters and breaking the bars

All down the mountainsides, wild forests lending
One mighty voice to the life-giving wind;
Rivers their banks in the jubilee rending,
Fast through the valleys a reckless course wending,
Wilder and deeper their waters extending,
Leaving a desolate desert behind.

Shining and lowering and swelling and dying,
Changing for ever from midnight to noon;
Roaring like thunder, like soft music sighing,
Shadows on shadows advancing and flying
Lightning-bright flashes the deep gloom defying,
Coming as swiftly and fading as soon.


4 comments:

Moonroot said...

Thanks Griffin! Fantastic poem by the way.

Griffin said...

Thank you. I have high hopes for Ms Bronte, I think she will go far! Her other pomes are quite amazing too.

I love your one on Alchemy. Very much full of - Wales! Hope you are keeping well and warm halfway up a hill!

REread said...

i love Keats ... however the first poem I ever really loved and printed out (actually i wrote it on a piece of paper in those days!) was a Frost poem ... After Apple Picking

Griffin said...

Coo, ta Hayley, I'll look that Frost poem up. I also like Keats... and Shelley and Coleridge and Byron and...!!