This gray day, I find myself at sea, as I read Herman Melville’s poetry. In his life, he suffered the fears and disappointments of writing for a living. The fickle nature of the sea symbolized his readers, who loved Moby Dick, but deserted him with their indifference to his later works, including stirring civil war poetry.
Here is an excerpt from his poem, The Haglets, that speaks to my fairy-tale-loving heart:
Imbedded deep with shells
And drifted treasure deep,
Forever he sinks deeper in
Unfathomable sleep —
His cannon round him thrown,
His sailors at his feet,
Where never haglets beat. Continue reading →
Leaves touch earth with a
quiet whisper that sadly says,
the elves must go.
It’s time, it’s true. Continue reading →
Be kind and courteous to this gentleman;
Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes;
Feed him with apricots and dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees,
And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs.
And light them at the fiery glow-worm eyes,
To have my love to bed and to arise;
And pluck the wings from painted butterflies
To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes:
Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.
Note: Happy Father’s Day to all fine Gentlemen! Happy Midsummer! And this is the third and final part of my Shakespeare Quotes offered for the 3-Day Quote Challenge, thanks to an invitation by Marlyn at Kintal. I’ve thanked my challenger, offered three quotes in three days and passed the challenge along to any who comment here and express interest. For a midsummer fairy tale, click here. Hope you had a great weekend!
Over hill, over dale,
Through bush, through brier,
Over park, over pale,
Through flood, through fire,
I do wander everywhere
Swifter than the moon’s sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen.
To dew her orbs upon the green
The cowslips tall her pensioners be:
In their gold coats spots you see
Those be rubies, fairy favours
In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dewdrops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I’ll be gone:
Our queen and all our elves come here anon.
This is Part 1 of 3 of my Shakespeare Quotes offered for the 3-Day Quote Challenge, thanks to an invitation by Marlyn at Kintal. I am bid to thank my challenger, offer three quotes in three days and pass the challenge along to three others. Instead of putting anyone on the spot: if you comment here and express interest, you’re invited to participate and link to my post.
This is also offered for Poetry Friday, this week hosted by A Year of Reading.
For a midsummer fairy tale, click here. Have a great weekend!
Wonderful witchy flowers
Sing in sunshine
Weaken my knees
Even the sky weeps
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Mushrooms damp, mushrooms wet,
mushroom fallen, overset.
Can I eat you or would I die?
Better be safe and leave you lie.
Fairies, sprites, elves and gnomes
Need your caps for their homes.
In darkness you bloom in your magic way
Tempting, taunting and fae.
Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham