In honor of Donald Trump’s Inauguration Day, I find myself speechless, but I am resonating with:
Herman Melville’s Misgivings
Nature’s dark side is heeded now—
(Ah! optimist-cheer disheartened flown)—
A child may read the moody brow
Of yon black mountain lone.
With shouts the torrents down the gorges go,
And storms are formed behind the storm we feel:
The hemlock shakes in the rafter, the oak in the driving keel.
Notes: Poem is dated 1860 From Battle-Pieces and Aspects of the War, found in the Selected Poems of Herman Melville, A Reader’s Edition, Edited by Robert Penn Warren, Copyright 1967, David R. Godine, Publisher; I hope Melville would forgive the lack of indentations, which WordPress doesn’t support.

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HOORAY FOR HERMAN
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Great choice for inauguration day, Brenda. I must say, my optimist cheer has returned after marching in Washington, DC this weekend.
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Me, too, in Boston, Laura. I wrote a poem to celebrate my march here: https://friendlyfairytales.com/2017/01/21/america-the-beautiful/
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Love the photo Brenda – the ice looks like glass! And the poem fits perfectly with the mood of the nation.
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I do hope we break the glass ceilings one day. They just keep appearing. Thanks for stopping by.
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Melville got it right…
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He was a great wordsmith.
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I like “at least our crew is stalwart and well-provisioned with poetry and courage.” xo
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Ha, just saw Ruth’s comment!
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My hubby liked that part best, too. 😀
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Thanks, Tabatha. In that vein, I wrote my newest post, America the Beautiful, after marching in Boston. I love this country and its people. XOXO
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“Well-provisioned with poetry and courage.” Sounds hopeful! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
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It’s not in my nature to abandon hope. 🙂
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SIGH!!! & I’m Canadian! Love to you! xx
Yet, it is a really great poem.
May all great tragedies & ills, become wonderful poems.
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And may wonderful poems inspire future readers to not take the same path.
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The poem was powerful and beautifully written. Oh, to write like that…
I am much encouraged in all. I hope you will soon also feel that uplifted spirit!
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You can’t keep an optimist down. 🙂
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Where there’s manure, there has to be a pony, I always say.
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LOL
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I do hope your fears won’t come true, Brenda. In any case, keep your spirits up and an eye on those poetry provisions!
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Perhaps tomorrow my hope will return. My kids raised my spirits with Miyazaki, a dance party and a game of Munchkin. They are the best.
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As I read these verses, I was reminded of all the things I fear today, but with your historical note, I am reminded that we as a nation have faced even worse times before. We will make it through this time, too.
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We have faced worse, and we have let our better natures win, time after time. We will win in the end. If we all raise our voices. As long as the press remains free.
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The cracking of ice, the brittle shards like tiny pieces of glass…such a great image to go with the poem. Thanks for sharing, Brenda!
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Thanks, Kiesha. It wasn’t easy to decide what to write for today.
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Thank you!
On Thu, Jan 19, 2017 at 4:00 PM, Friendly Fairy Tales wrote:
> Brenda Davis Harsham posted: ” In honor of Donald Trump’s Inauguration > Day, I find myself speechless, but I am resonating with: Herman Melville’s > Misgivings When ocean-clouds over inland hills Sweep storming in late > autumn brown, And horror the sodden valley fills, And the spire fal” >
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This is lovely, sharing Melville’s words. I’m reading his “Moby Dick” right now! (for the first time.)
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I hope you like Moby Dick. Let me know. 🙂 Blessings.
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I will! So far, it’s been surprising though not necessarily gripping per se. Still, good to read!
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Excellent!
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Glad you like it, Dorna. It’s a comfort to know I’m not the only person worried.
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Worried’ alas is not the only word I would describe this political blunder.
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His supporters are so triumphant and angry. Don’t they understand that he will beggar the middle class and bury blue collar workers as he has always done. He never thinks, what can I do for others. He only thinks, how can I profit from this? How can I come out on top? Why would he help others when he never has?
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Exactly, we the middle class are f*cked, excuse my coarse French. 😀
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We the middle class need to speak up and not let our rights be eroded.
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“our crew is stalwart and well-provisioned with poetry and courage” – YES. We will mourn, and then we will fight, with our words, with our songs, with our hearts and with our love. We will fight the good fight against hate.
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Yes, we will, my friend. We will not be silent in the face of systemic wrong. We not let a dictator take everything from us without raising our voices.
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Hard to believe this was written so long ago. People today railing against the time aren’t quite so eloquent are they? Love this, but sad: “On the world’s fairest hope linked with man’s foulest crime.” Thanks, Brenda.
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I’m glad you agree that it fits today, Linda. I imagine it is civil war related, and I feel like that is the way this country is headed some days.
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ooooooh! “And storms are formed behind the storm we feel:” I want this line. I’ve taken this line….this one is in my pocket. Thank you! I love the title, your chosen photograph and the tone of this poem. They all illustrate the day. Have a great week.
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Thanks, Linda. I hope you have a great week, too.
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SO much atmosphere in this poem. Perfect for the day.
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You can tell he was a sailor where weather becomes supernatural. Where a storm is life or death.
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Fitting and ARRRRRRRGGGGG! LOL You know what I mean.
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Yes. In-mourning-day.
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this is powerful and so appropriate
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Thanks, Beth. I can’t feel very positive about him after his recent cabinet choices, his overly-close relationship with Russia and his berating a civil rights hero which are all part and parcel with how he behaved during the election. I think we are in for stormy seas.
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This poem reflects the moment. I, too, am in a fog about the way of things. But I have hope that it is only upwards from here. And your image is so very perfect for the poem.
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Perhaps he will be good for the country yet, but it’s hard to see that as likely given his choices for cabinet positions. I can’t support very many of his choices.
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appropriate…
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Thanks, Maureen!
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This was something which expressed how I felt in November but have reconciled myself to make the best of things, Brenda. I liked the first post of the new year which I found that lovely letter from 1973, E.B. White wrote to someone apparently who needed a pep talk for the horrible state of the country then.
Anyway, I love Hermann Melville’s quote and “Misgivings!” Thanks for this one, Brenda. hugs, xoxo Robin
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I’m trying to feel like a pirate, sailing straight into the storm and singing yo ho ho at the top of my lungs. 🙂
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Well said, Brenda! ❤
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ehm … Melville … 😉
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Yes, that’s what I thought you meant.
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Thanks, Dina.
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