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Lines On Ale by Edgar Allen Poe

August 4.

The day that is celebrated around the world as International Beer Day!! When the weather is probably either hot or frazzling. Perfect weather for a long drink. So, in honor  here is a charming little poem by Edgar Allen Poe, the master of horror.

Lines on Ale 

Fill with mingled cream and amber,
I will drain that glass again.
Such hilarious visions clamber
Through the chamber of my brain.
Quaintest thoughts, queerest fancies
Come to life and fade away.
What care I how time advances;
I am drinking ale today.

1848 ~ Edgar Allen Poe (1809-1849)

 

Lines On Ale by Edgar Allen Poe

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Robert Burns The Bard Of Scotland

As England has William Shakespeare. Scotland has Robert Burns.

A writer of beautiful language and imagery he wrote hundreds of poems ranging from love, to people to toothache. It is tradition is Scotland to honor him with a Burns Night Supper where he is toasted and remembered for his contributions.

So for Scottish visitors to MLCWO  and in honor of his birthday today, January 25, a little homage to one of the world’s greatest crafter of words.

 

A Red Red Rose

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my Luve’s like the melodie,
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.


As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ ’twere ten thousand mile!

If this whets your appetite for Burns poetry take a visit to an earlier post with another of his wonderful works.

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To Autumn by John Keats

The summer has gone. It is official. The days will be cooler, the nights arrive earlier, the mornings will make you want to pull the covers over your head.

But you can wear sweaters, have warm soup, bonfires in the garden.  And the colors of the leaves.

In honor of the autumn solstice a wistful look by a great poet.

To Autumn

-John Keats 1819
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Reflections On Friday

A Small Needful Fact

Is that Eric Garner worked
for some time for the Parks and Rec.
Horticultural Department, which means,
perhaps, that with his very large hands,
perhaps, in all likelihood,
he put gently into the earth
some plants which, most likely,
some of them, in all likelihood,
continue to grow, continue
to do what such plants do, like house
and feed small and necessary creatures,
like being pleasant to touch and smell,
like converting sunlight
into food, like making it easier
for us to breathe.

by Ross Gay

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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas

Written in 1947 and published in 1952 by Welsh poet Dylan Thomas this powerful poem has made numerous appearances in films, television and video games.  “The Bourne Ultimatum”,” Independence Day” and “Doctor Who” are just some of the many places you can find lines of this poem used. The 2014 film “Interstellar” uses the poem to dramatic and powerful effect with its appearance as a backdrop to one of the scenes, heightening the emotional intensity. So powerful was its presence that the internet lit up with viewers wanting to know ‘what’s that poem’?  So, you think you don’t like poetry?

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.