Kind quotes in constant print (from Shelley to Keats) #Romanticism #JohnKeats #Shelley #poetry #OnThisDay

In kindness, and in sympathy Percy Shelley remembers in poetry, the most fitting and appropriate art form, his fellow Romantic poet, John Keats, who died in Rome, 23rd February 1821.

‘He is a presence to be felt and known

In darkness and in light, from herb and stone…’

‘He is a portion of the loveliness

Which once he made more lovely…’ 

From, ‘Adonais, An Elegy on the Death of John Keats’

by Percy Bysshe Shelley (written June 1821)

John Keats reading at his home in Hampstead, with a portrait of William Shakespeare watching o’er him…

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Pleasure, Pain & Poetry #Kipling #poetry #OnThisDay #January 

On the 18th January, 1891, poet Rudyard Kipling married American Carrie Balestier.
On the 18th January, 1936, 45 years later & 80 years ago today Rudyard Kipling died aged only 70.

“Kipling, though short, was lithe and slim, with beautifully balanced movements. His most arresting feature was his heavy eyebrows, which shot up and down with his talk: under them twinkled bright blue eyes.”

To learn poetry by heart (a short piece, a verse, a line) means we take a gift with us wherever we go; whether we travel alone or we share the poetry of our hearts, it can be a constant source of companionship.  

In grief, poetry can provide refuge and recovery and may be a helpful source of peace and understanding, especially when we struggle to find the words ourselves.  

Sometimes someone else, perhaps from another era or of a different gender, can speak for us.

Pull down that dusty poetry book from the shelf, or google a poem; read the lines and read between the lines and maybe you’ll realise that there’s a poet talking to you, writing for you; reach and you will find…


‘There is pleasure in the wet, wet clay,

When the artist’s hand is potting it.

There is pleasure in the wet, wet lay,

When the poet’s pad is blotting it…’

 Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

  

On This DAY: 4th August… #onthisday

Sometimes, when flicking through poetry books, we may come across a line or a couplet or a verse of a poem, that was written in one time but can be respectfully and thoughtfully applied to the events of another.

Here is an example for today…

The 4th August, 1914, marks the outbreak of World War One.

On the 4th August, 1792, Percy Bysshe Shelley was born.

Combine the lines of Shelley’s ‘Prometheus Unbound’ with the knowledge of WWI

“To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;

To forgive wrongs darker than death or nights…”


From the horrors of WWI emerged a large group of War poets whose first hand accounts were vividly captured by their head and hearts and scribbled into descriptive, explosive poems.  

Isaac Rosenberg was one such determined soldier who said, “this war, with all its powers for devastation, shall not master my poeting…I will not leave a corner of my consciousness covered up, but saturate myself with the strange and extraordinary new condition of this life, and it will refine itself into poetry later on.”

From Returning We Hear The Larks by Issac Rosenberg

“Sombre the night is.

And though we have our lives, we know

What sinister threat lurks there.”


Conclusion… The 4th August 2015, you have Life, you have Hope and you are Free. Find the poetry in your life.

Life Saving 

When swimming in the sea is out of the question (too cold, too rough, no one to save you) how about being rescued by Life Saving poetry.  
A day at the beach, some of the best poetry in the world; the authors introduced, their poems discussed, and then, in a quiet moment you read them all to yourself; maybe a seagull will join you, sitting on the rocky shore, the turquoise sea glistening, and all about you wonderful words to contemplate.  

Caution! You could actually really enjoy this ‘soul service’ at anytime of year.

It offers you a heart-warming not toe-freezing day. Even the seagull in the photo has bagged a chair!