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Oh Nigglynellie
I thought of posting this wonderfuly poignant poem and I always end up crying when I read this and it has happened again, when I die I would like this to be read by anyone who comes to my funeral.
I must finish packing but it is taking me all day...how much "stuff" can one person gather in just 16 months!! so because it is annoying me being so tired all the time I keep coming on here and bang goes another half an hour!!
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The Life that I have
Is all that I have,
And the life that I have is yours.
The love that I have
of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death shall be but a pause
For the peace of my years
In the long green grass
Will be yours and yours
And yours.
Although this is rather sombre, it is a poem that I have always loved.
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Now isn't that interesting two replies and two very different poems and I like both equally as well! I must look for some more Ogden Ash
I have a lovely book of sonnets at Home Ican't wait to be able to read my poetry books again.
I wonder what the next wil be
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Adventures Of Isabel
Isabel met an enormous bear,
Isabel, Isabel, didn't care;
The bear was hungry, the bear was ravenous,
The bear's big mouth was cruel and cavernous.
The bear said, Isabel, glad to meet you,
How do, Isabel, now I'll eat you!
Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry.
Isabel didn't scream or scurry.
She washed her hands and she straightened her hair up,
Then Isabel quietly ate the bear up.
Once in a night as black as pitch
Isabel met a wicked old witch.
the witch's face was cross and wrinkled,
The witch's gums with teeth were sprinkled.
Ho, ho, Isabel! the old witch crowed,
I'll turn you into an ugly toad!
Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry,
Isabel didn't scream or scurry,
She showed no rage and she showed no rancor,
But she turned the witch into milk and drank her.
Isabel met a hideous giant,
Isabel continued self reliant.
The giant was hairy, the giant was horrid,
He had one eye in the middle of his forhead.
Good morning, Isabel, the giant said,
I'll grind your bones to make my bread.
Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry,
Isabel didn't scream or scurry.
She nibled the zwieback that she always fed off,
And when it was gone, she cut the giant's head off.
Isabel met a troublesome doctor,
He punched and he poked till he really shocked her.
The doctor's talk was of coughs and chills
And the doctor's satchel bulged with pills.
The doctor said unto Isabel,
Swallow this, it will make you well.
Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry,
Isabel didn't scream or scurry.
She took those pills from the pill concocter,
And Isabel calmly cured the doctor.
Ogden Nash
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One of my favourite poems was a sonnet by Wordsworth called
Upon Westminster Bridge
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This city now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships,towers, domes, theatres,and temple lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
I won't bore anyone with the rest, but because I had an English teacher who described why the poet wrote these words I found I understood poetry far better than reading a book.Imagine looking at fields now from Westminster Bridge.
My favourites are so varied ranging from John Masefield's "Sea Fever" to "Albert and the Lion", but if anyone has the words to a poem about an 'Isabel who met an enormous bear' I should appreciate hearing it again because I remember it making me laugh as a child. -jle
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This is my number one favvourite Poem , well it is this week
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
What is your favourite??
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