A Poem A Day from the George Hail Library ~ Selected by Maria Horvath: Summer Moods

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Summer Moods

(Hot Summer Day by Fyodor Vasilyev, 1850-1873,
Russian painter)

John Clare loved the countryside. He had a gift of knowing and seeing what was going on around him in nature. In his quiet way, in his many poems, he reminds his readers that beauty is there to be shared.

SUMMER MOODS

I love at eventide to walk alone
Down narrow lanes o’erhung with dewy thorn
Where from the long grass underneath, the snail,
Jet black, creeps out and sprouts his timid horn.
I love to muse o’er meadows newly mown
Where withering grass perfumes the sultry air;
Where bees search round, with sad and weary drone
In vain for flowers that bloomed but newly there;
While in the juicy corn the hidden quail
Cries “wet my foot!” and hid as thoughts unborn;
The fairy-like and seldom-seen landrail
Utters “craik, craik” like voices underground,
Right glad to meet the evening’s dewy veil
And see the light fade into gloom around.

~ John Clare (1793-1864), English Romantic poet

1 comment:

Anonymous said...: I really enjoyed the poem and the affiliated photo that depicts this story.

When I read it, I envisioned sitting alongside a summer road, much like the one in the photo.

Art, truly brings words to life!

His poem exudes the simplicity of summer beauty.

I love at eventide to walk alone
Down narrow lanes o’erhung with dewy thorn

Where from the long grass underneath, the snail,

Jet black, creeps out and sprouts his timid horn.

Thank you for sharing!

Regards,
Peg D.; September 28, 2010 at 2:41 PM

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CONTEMPLATION

Each day this month we take the time for some quiet contemplation, guided by poetry.

“To contemplate,” writes the poet Denise Levertov, “comes from [the Latin] ‘templum, temple, a place, a space for observation, marked out by the augur.’”

She goes on to say that “to meditate is ‘to keep the mind in a state of contemplation’; its synonym is to ‘muse,’ and to muse comes from a word meaning ‘to stand with open mouth’ — not so comical if we think of ‘inspiration’ — to breathe in.”

Poetry can aid contemplation and meditation. Rhymes and rhythms and rhetorical tools like similes, metaphors, and alliteration elevate words that would sound merely mundane as prose and turn them into music as poetry. Because poetry is not quite natural speech, it makes the reader pause and invites him to reflect.

In the verse below, it is precisely the poetic expression of what would otherwise be a prosaic truism that lends itself to contemplation.

RE-REVELATION WHILE MOVING TO VANCOUVER ISLAND

“All our lives we work for that
which at the last gate

we simply give away.”

~ Charles Van Gorkom, Canadian poet (to visit his blog, please click here)

MARIA HORVATH

THE EDITOR

More than eight years ago, I began emailing a different poem every morning to my friends and friends of my friends.

I’m a freelance editor. In June, 2003, I was working with a graduate student who was having problems with writer’s block. His sentences had become stiff, stuck in academic jargon. I suggested he read poetry for inspiration and to get a feel for the rhythm of language, and I offered to provide him with a poem every day. It worked.

That was more than 2500 different poems ago, allowing for some repetitions around Christmas and Easter.

The original reader has been joined by more than two hundred others on my list, and now, by the readers of this blog, which I started at the invitation of the local public library in March, 2010.

As you follow this blog, you may note from time to time a trace of a Canadian accent. I spent much of my childhood in the wind-swept prairie city of Winnipeg, Manitoba. This is located north of North Dakota, where the wind chill factor in the depths of winter can push the thermometer down to 40 degrees below Fahrenheit/Centigrade, and there are really only two seasons, winter and mosquitoes. You won't be surprised, then, by my bemused attitude toward ice, snow, cold, and the tundra.

THERE ARE THREE WAYS YOU CAN FIND POEMS POSTED ON THIS BLOG.

1. Scroll up this column to the search this blog feature and type in word(s) from the title or poem or the name of the author.

2. Scroll down to the blog archives and click on the name of a month. The themes of each month are listed directly below here.

3. Or scroll down farther to the index to look for names of artists and authors.

Each month it's a different theme.

In March, 2010, when this blog began, the poems were chosen at random, with no special topic in mind.

In April, 2010, the poems celebrated National Poetry Month. They answered the questions, What is poetry all about? and Why not just stick with prose?

In the merry month of May, 2010, the poems "sang of brooks, of blossoms, birds and bowers."

In June, 2010, the poems spoke of love, love, and love.

In July, 2010, the poems celebrated the spirit of America.

In August, 2010, the poems pointed to the joys of summer.

In September, 2010, the poems paused for some autumnal reflections.

In October, 2010, the poems looked at ekphrasis, the special kinship between poets and painters.

In November, 2010, the poems contemplated the "old drama" that occurs every year this month.

In December, 2010, the poems rejoiced in the season for giving.

In January, 2011, the poems listened in the snow, taking heed of the silence.

In February, 2011, the poems dropped in on childhood.

In March, 2011, the poems anticipated the arrival of spring.

In April, 2011, it was time again for the annual celebration of National Poetry Month. The selections featured poems by American poets laureate.

In May, 2011, we continued with the remaining American poets laureate and went on to some of the great poets who have held this post in Britain.

In June, 2011, we began to look at the different forms of love, featuring Storge, or family affection.

In July, 2011, we continued to look at love, in particular, Philia or friendship.

In August, 2011, we were still looking at poems about friendship before we went on to Eros, or romantic love.

In September, 2011, we continued to study poems about Eros, or romantic love.

In October, 2011, we were still looking at Eros, or romantic love.

In November, 2011, we looked at Agape, or charity, as we concluded the study of love we began in June.

December, 2011, featured the sonnet, the form of poetry named after the Italian sonetto, or "little sound" or "song."

In January, 2012, we looked at ars poetica, or the art of poetry.

In February, 2012, we paused for some quiet contemplation, guided by poetry.

This month, March, 2012, we continue our contemplations.

"This way, this way, seek delight," as the poet said.

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