Poetry Tag

Thursday, January 18, 2007
Wandering Coyote had tagged me a few days ago but rather than complete the whole thing, I’m choosing just a few questions to answer.

Gummy Bears Or Worms? Bears definitely, you can make them “do” things you can’t do with worms

Indulgence? Salt and Vinegar potato chips

Phobias/Fears? Spiders; Bugs; Drowning; being buried alive; growing old alone

Favourite Quote? The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed. Charlotte Bronte (Evening Solace – Full poem below)

Reason to Smile? The sound of “Yahooooo-ooooo”.

3 Unknown Facts About Me? The only “bone” I’ve broken was my nose; I don’t cry in front of other people; I don’t throw up in front of other people

Vegetable you don’t like? Mushrooms, olives

X-rays You’ve Had? Head; Feet (both) – twice



Evening Solace
The human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed;
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed.
And days may pass in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion,
The memory of the Past may die.

But there are hours of lonely musing,
Such as in evening silence come,
When, soft as birds their pinions closing,
The heart's best feelings gather home.
Then in our souls there seems to languish
A tender grief that is not woe;
And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish
Now cause but some mild tears to flow.

And feelings, once as strong as passions,
Float softly back--a faded dream;
Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations,
The tale of others' sufferings seem.
Oh! when the heart is freshly bleeding,
How longs it for that time to be,
When, through the mist of years receding,
Its woes but live in reverie!

And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer,
On evening shade and loneliness;
And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer,
Feel no untold and strange distress
Only a deeper impulse given
By lonely hour and darkened room,
To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven
Seeking a life and world to come.

3 comments:

Candy Minx said...

Hey you!!! How ya doing honey? I am back at my desk...and it's so good to be with my beloved computer...that wa shard to not get online for the last couple of weeks.

I like this little gummy bear picture of yours, cool. And i love LOVE that poem by Bronte...what an incredible mood it hit me with and your new photos and back template color is really nice...okay, I'm going to work my way back through your blog and catch up...I missed YA!!! Good to be hanging out here at your ol blog girlfriend!

Cheers,
Candy who is very very tired it felt so good to be in my own bed...and y the way, that photo of yours is fantastic, you're gorgeous!

Pickled Olives said...

thanks for sharing the poem. It is lovely!

Allyson said...

That is a beautiful poem.

I'm with you on the spiders and drowning.

Feeling better?

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