true love

[marie]

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
admit impediments.
love is not love
which alters when it alteration finds,
or bends with the remover to remove ;

O no ! it is an ever-fixéd mark
that looks on tempests, and is never shaken ;
it is the star to every wandering bark,
whose worth's unknown ,
although his height be taken

love's not Times fool,
though rosy lips and cheeks
within his bending sickle's compass come;
love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
but bears it out ev'n to the edge of doom ;

if this be error, and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved

w.shakespeare

[Roger_Cavanagh]

http://www.pixelpixel.org/images/linked/cdp/020627-0031.jpg

[dewmuw]

Marie

Nice to see you start a bit of culture. So along the lines of love:

Vinegar

sometimes
i feel like a priest
in a fish & chip queue
quietly thinking
as the vinegar runs through
how nice it would be
to buy supper for two

Roger McGough

[marie]

I hit wrong buttons after I had put this on a wrong 'post'
and lost all then
oh well ...........
now I have to go cook...
: )

just to thank you very much for that beautiful rose addition roger
and damian too for the fun ditty

regards
marie

[marie]

Echoes

How sweet the answer Echo makes
to Music at night,
when, roused by lute or horn, she wakes,
and far away o'er lawns and lakes
goes answering light !

Yet Love hath echoes truer far
and far more sweet
than e'er, beneath the moonlight's star,
of horn or lute or soft guitar
the songs repeat

'Tis when the sigh, - in youth sincere
and only then -
the sigh that's breathed for one to hear,
is by that one, that only Dear
breathed back again

thomas moore
1779 - 1852

re photographs below
as a child I loved this place visiting there with my parents and I have gone back since over the years
(as I did yesterday )
It looks slightly run down at the moment but with summer coming, all will be refreshed soon, I would imagine .
it won't be seen here but it is a beautiful area
these pictures show the bust beside the tree dedicated to thomas moore
a while ago I inserted one of his other verses, a favourite of mine 'pro patria mori' inside a different post on the forum
maybe others will enjoy also

http://www.pbase.com/image/14811464

http://www.pbase.com/image/14811546

this last url shows the old (now dead) tree under which thomas moore sat and wrote.
it is beside 'the meeting of the waters' in avoca, county wicklow
'the meeting' meaning the rivers avonbeg and avonmore where they meet , at this very place

http://www.pbase.com/image/14812244

regards
marie

[Roger_Cavanagh]

Since we are in such a lyrical mood:

On Raglan Road

On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.

On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay -
O I loved too much and by such by such is happiness thrown away.

I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that's known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May.

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay -
When the angel woos the clay he'd lose his wings at the dawn of day.

Patrick Kavanagh (no relation)

[marie]

Many thanks for that roger.

a very talented luke kelly of 'the dubliners' sang that so beautifully
he died of a brain haemorrhage about 10 years ago.
many others do the song justice
but never any like he did.
it has the most beautiful air to it, as you know
if only you could convey the music here also

: )

marie

[Leighow]

Beautiful poems. All new to me. Spring is in the "islands".

Roger, beautiful rose. (Looks like a speckeled use of the Japanese-water color filter in PS.) Very, very nice.

[Roger_Cavanagh]

Leighow wrote:
Roger, beautiful rose. (Looks like a speckeled use of the Japanese-water color filter in PS.) Very, very nice.

Howie,

Thanks. It's actually a freebie filter from this mob http://www.reindeergraphics.com/index.shtml, which is a contrast enhancer that emphasises detail, but gives a beautiful effect on flowers.

Regards,

[Roger_Cavanagh]

marie wrote:
Many thanks for that roger.

a very talented luke kelly of 'the dubliners' sang that so beautifully
he died of a brain haemorrhage about 10 years ago.
many others do the song justice
but never any like he did.
it has the most beautiful air to it, as you know
if only you could convey the music here also

: )

marie

Marie,

I think I have every recording that Luke ever made with and without The Dubliners: an awesome, magical voice. I checked with Amazon, they haven't got a clip, so for the benefit of those who've never heard Luke sing:

http://www.pixelpixel.org/music/RaglanRoad.mp3

Enjoy,

PS When I tested this link, it wasn't working very well. Hope that's just a temporary glitch, but apologies, if anyone has any trouble.

PPS I should have said that this is just a clip from the song, I'm not turning into Napster. :)

[Leighow]

ROGER

Such a pleasant and musical interlude. Thank you and the power of the Internet and WIN XP. I too am wont to have my G2 see ".. the dawning of the day...". I will download the plug-in and add a filtered flower to Marie's poetic post.

HOWIE


WELL I LIED !
************
I downloaded, unziped the plugin, prepared this embedded photo.. and I faced a 7 x 7 matrix that did not want to cooperate. So I pause for the time being after attaching my own TRUE LOVE ... CANADA ... MY HOME & NATIVE LAND

http://members.rogers.com/hleigh/PIT.jpg

[marie]

PS When I tested this link, it wasn't working very well. Hope that's just a temporary glitch, but apologies, if anyone has any trouble.
roger quote


Roger !
hard to believe what can be done
I never expected you to do this.
thought maybe the music could be shown so as anyone, who wished , could read and maybe play it for themselves

thank you very much for going to that trouble

received and heard luke singing it - very clearly - just now
a tiny tiny piece of his playing (bango? ) was there also.
I love that instrument.
Luke has a very clear voice and suits that tune
every word could be heard.
nowadays (sometimes ) when listening to a tune, its difficult to hear the words properly

and howie thank you for that beautiful picture.
when the other 'happens' try post it again
should be really nice
who would believe all the time spent in actually adding, or trying to, these special items here
and then, to see something suddenly not co operating -------- not due to the forum, but to something on our computers, we ourselves nearly crash likewise : )))

thank you again , very much

marie

[marie]

kahlil gibran
poet philosopher and artist

............. from ' the prophet'


cont...

and a woman who held a babe against her bosom said,
speak to us of children

and he said

your children are not your children
they are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself
they come through you but not from you
and though they are with you
yet they belong not to you

you may give them your love but not your thoughts
for they have their own thoughts
you may house their bodies but not their souls

for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow
which you cannot visit,
not even in your dreams

you may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you
for life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday

you are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth
the Archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and he bends you with His might that his arrows may go swift and far

let your bending in the Archer's hand be for gladness;
for even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable

[marie]

* song/verse written by thomas moore.
(photos above re same )

'THE MEETING OF THE WATERS'



there is not in the wide world a valley so sweet
as the vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet
oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart,
ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart

yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene
her purest of crystal, and brightest of green,
'twas not her soft magic, of streamlet or hill,
oh no, it was something more exquisite still,
oh no, it was something more exquisite still

'twas that friends, the belov'd of my bosom were near,
who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear,
and who felt how the best chains of nature improve,
when we see them reflected from looks that we love,
when we see them reflected from looks that we love

sweet vale of avoca, how calm could I rest,
in thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best,
where the storms that we feel, in this cold world should cease,
and our hearts like thy waters, be mingled in peace, and our hearts like thy waters, be mingled in peace