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.