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 words for reflection .

1.)   a POEM   (  A Scots poem written by Robert Burns)

 According to legend,

Burns wrote the poem after finding a nest full of mice during the winter.

"To a Mouse, on Turning Her Up in Her Nest with the Plough"

Standard English translation:

Small, crafty, cowering, timorous little beast,
O, what a panic is in your little breast!
You need not start away so hasty
With argumentative chatter!
I would be loath to run and chase you,
With murdering plough-staff.

I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
And justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth born companion
And fellow mortal!

I doubt not, sometimes, but you may steal;
What then? Poor little beast, you must live!
An odd ear in twenty-four sheaves
Is a small request;
I will get a blessing with what is left,
And never miss it.

Your small house, too, in ruin!
Its feeble walls the winds are scattering!
And nothing now, to build a new one,
Of coarse grass green!
And bleak December's winds coming,
Both bitter and keen!

You saw the fields laid bare and wasted,
And weary winter coming fast,
And cozy here, beneath the blast,
You thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel plough passed
Out through your cell.

That small bit heap of leaves and stubble,
Has cost you many a weary nibble!
Now you are turned out, for all your trouble,
Without house or holding,
To endure the winter's sleety dribble,
And hoar-frost cold.

But little Mouse, you are not alone,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often askew,
And leave us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!

Still you are blest, compared with me!
The present only touches you:
But oh! I backward cast my eye,
On prospects dreary!
And forward, though I cannot see,
I guess and fear!

 

 

2.)  Poems 3 from DH Lawrence

The Elephant Slow to Mate


The elephant, the huge old beast,
is slow to mate;
he finds a female, they show no haste
they wait

for the sympathy in their vast shy hearts
slowly, slowly to rouse
as they loiter along the river-beds
and drink and browse

and dash in panic through the brake
of forest with the herd,
and sleep in massive silence, and wake
together, without a word.

So slowly the great hot elephant hearts
grow full of desire,
and the great beasts mate in secret at last,
hiding their fire.

Oldest they are and the wisest of beasts
so they know at last
how to wait for the loneliest of feasts
for the full repast.

They do not snatch, they do not tear;
their massive blood
moves as the moon-tides, near, more near,
till they touch in flood.
Glory

Glory is the sun, too, and the sun of suns, and down the shafts of his splendid pinions run tiny rivers of peace. Most of his time, the tiger pads and slouches in a burning peace. And the small hawk high up turns round on the slow pivot of peace Peace comes from behind the sun, with the peregrine falcon, and the owl. Yet all of these drink blood.

 

Self Pity

I never saw a wild thing

sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.


Comments


  • 9 months ago

    pilgrimage

     

    The Road Not Taken

    By Robert Frost 1874–1963 Robert Frost

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim,
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
    Though as for that the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same,

    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I kept the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.
  • 10 months ago

    THCCKINGJON

    “When we treat children's play as seriously as it deserves, we are helping them feel the joy that's to be found in the creative spirit. It's the things we play with and the people who help us play that make a great difference in our lives.”

    Fred Rogers

  • 10 months ago

    THCCKINGJON

  • 10 months ago

    THCCKINGJON

    Human beings have the awesome ability to take any experience of their lives and create a meaning that  disempower  them or one that can literally save their lives. 

     
  • 14 months ago

    THCCKINGJON



    Charlie Chaplin


    A day without laughter is a day wasted.



    We think too much and feel too little.



    Despair is a narcotic. It lulls the mind into indifference.

     





    To help a friend in need is easy, but to give him your time is not always opportune.







    Only the unloved hate; the unloved and the unnatural.




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  • 14 months ago

    THCCKINGJON

  • 3 years ago

    pilgrimage

    nice poem - The happiest day

  • 3 years ago

    THCCKINGJON

    Edgar Allan Poe

          The happiest day -- the happiest hour
    My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
    The highest hope of pride and power,
    I feel hath flown.

    Of power! said I? yes! such I ween;
    But they have vanish'd long, alas!
    The visions of my youth have been-
    But let them pass.

    And, pride, what have I now with thee?
    Another brow may even inherit
    The venom thou hast pour'd on me
    Be still, my spirit!

    The happiest day -- the happiest hour
    Mine eyes shall see -- have ever seen,
    The brightest glance of pride and power,
    I feel- have been:

    But were that hope of pride and power
    Now offer'd with the pain
    Even then I felt -- that brightest hour
    I would not live again:

    For on its wing was dark alloy,
    And, as it flutter'd -- fell
    An essence -- powerful to destroy
    A soul that knew it well.

  • 3 years ago

    THCCKINGJON

    well put my friend.

  • 3 years ago

    8-bitMagician

    bloody genius!

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