WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Once by the Pacific by Robert Frost
byVanderleunonFebruary 11, 2022
The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,
The cliff in being backed by continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.
There would be more than ocean-water broken
Before God’s last Put out the light was spoken.
Not sure where the other post went, but be assured that this lovely site of yours is a balm for many a weary and heartsick soul. Thanks for everything you do, Gerard.
BillHFebruary 11, 2022, 1:30 PM
I always felt blessed to be a trans-Atlantic pilot. The tales the Pacific guys told at conferences etc. would raise the hair on your neck, and some of them were probably true.
OK poet Gerard, is it just me or does this bit of Frost scan poorly?
Could well be my reading rhythm doesn’t suit but for example; “You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,” Perhaps Iambecing to pentametric but still, nonetheless, still, the shore’d be lost without the backing cliff.
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
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Not sure where the other post went, but be assured that this lovely site of yours is a balm for many a weary and heartsick soul. Thanks for everything you do, Gerard.
I always felt blessed to be a trans-Atlantic pilot. The tales the Pacific guys told at conferences etc. would raise the hair on your neck, and some of them were probably true.
OK poet Gerard, is it just me or does this bit of Frost scan poorly?
Could well be my reading rhythm doesn’t suit but for example; “You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,” Perhaps Iambecing to pentametric but still, nonetheless, still, the shore’d be lost without the backing cliff.