Favorite lines of poetry

[RoyalBlueNotebooks]

Rohrer & Klingner Alt-Goldgrun.

[RoyalBlueNotebooks]

Sorry I forgot to upload this beautiful stanza!

Faber-Castell Loom M,

Cult Pens Deep Dark Purple.

[Tom Kellie]

Rohrer & Klingner Alt-Goldgrun.

 

~ RoyalBlueNotebooks:

 

Thank you for posting that keenly insightful poem.

The R & K Alt-Goldgrün ink complements the text.

Such shading! Lovely to read.

Tom K.

[RoyalBlueNotebooks]

Another stanza I loved from "Crossing Brooklyn Ferry" by Whitman.

Sailor 14K H-FM,

Rohrer & Klingner Verdura.

[A Smug Dill]

Written in Parker Penman emerald writing ink on a Rhodia A5 80gsm journal.

 

(Sadly, I don't think the Pilot SFM produces more visually pleasing Chinese writing than an oblique nib on the dip pen..)

 

Per Corona688's suggestion, here is the Chinese text, in case anyone wants to do a Web search for the origin or the context of the poem:

煮豆燃豆萁 豆在釜中泣 本是同根生 相煎何太急

Edited August 22, 2018 by A Smug Dill

[RoyalBlueNotebooks]

Last stanza of this enthralling poem.

 

Faber-Castell Loom M, Cult Pens Deep Dark Purple.

Pilot Pluminix B, Rohrer & Klingner Alt-Goldgrun.

[RoyalBlueNotebooks]

Love this rhyme so much!

Pelikan Pelikano L,

Diamine "Havasu Haze."

[RoyalBlueNotebooks]

This poem was too sappy for me to transcribe, even for one stanza. I don't like too many mentions of "God" and "love". I mean, come on, Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations. Use other words to describe the same concept guys.

Lamy 1.5mm stub,

MIX: Pelikan 4001 Brilliant-Brown & R&K Cassia.

[RoyalBlueNotebooks]

Pelikan Pelikano L,

Diamine Matador with a few drops of Asa Blue. Too much though.

[A Smug Dill]

From Part Two of the Song of Everlasting Regret by Bai Juyi. The poem takes a dramatic turn at the end of Part One, which was all about the days of wine and roses for Emperor Xuanzong and his favourite consort Yang Guifei.

The beat of war drums shook the ground
Shattering the lady's elaborate dance
Smoke and dust swept through the city
Driving the defending brigades to ride southwest
The imperial carriage was escorted haltingly
A hundred-odd miles out the capital's west gate
Given no choice by the troops, which would not budge
The lady perished before the cavalrymen
Her many bejewelled ornaments laid strewn
Fell by the wayside, abandoned
Powerless to save her, the Emperor shielded his face
Tears were mingled with blood when he looked back

The story:
Having lost his appetite for government in middle age, the once great Emperor Xuanzong wantonly indulged himself night and day, especially in the arms of Lady Yang (who was originally his daughter-in-law, but he stole her from his own son). He no longer held or attended court in the mornings, and largely left matters in the hands of favoured but corrupt advisors, including her cousin Yang Guozhong who was elevated to the post of Chancellor through such family ties. A regional military commander who has grown powerful in this era marched on the capital, and its defence was so poorly conducted that the Imperial forces had to abandon the city and retreat. At Mawei Station, the army demanded that the culprits at the root cause of the crisis be purged. Yang Guozhong was hacked to death unceremoniously by the troops. The Emperor wanted to spare Lady Yang, but the army was on the verge of mutiny and refused to escort him any further, so ultimately he commanded her death to save his own skin. She was led to a nearby shrine and strangled.

Edited August 30, 2018 by A Smug Dill

[RoyalBlueNotebooks]

A Smug Dill, thank you for explaining the poem. It was a riveting reading. Poor Lady Yang..

Idon'tremember F or M nibprobably,

Rohrer & Klingner Salix (IG).

 

EDIT: I'm too embarrassed to post any of my doodles in the Art thread, so here ya go.

 

Edited August 30, 2018 by RoyalBlueNotebooks

[PaulS]

extract from Sonnets from the Portuguese from RoyalBlueNotebooks - agree is very OTT in emotion, but dare say reflects much similar mid C19 lush emotive prose - the author having some problems in life then meeting their life's partner - and out it all comes in torrents. Have to say I've not really read either the author or their partner, and prefer the Romantics from several decades earlier, or C20 stuff.

So - without looking at Wiki, who is the first to say why this person described themselves as 'The Portuguese'?

 

I'd not seen this thread before, but am a big fan of poetry and prose, so might be tempted to actually write (which I almost never do) a few lines from a favourite.

[Moruk]

Ah, love, let us be true

To one another, for the world which seems

To be before us like a land of dreams,

So various, so beautiful, so new,

Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;

And we are here as on a darkling plain,

Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,

Where ignorant armies clash by night.

 

Matthew Arnold, "Dover Beach," 1867

[PaulS]

oh well, if typing is acceptable then I'll have stab, and no prize for guessing the English author. These two verses are from a much longer whole, and are apparently his reflections on war, life and love, and written at almost the very end of the C19, and are probably the most often quoted lines.

 

"Into my heart and air that kills from yon far country blows'

what are those blue remembered hills,

what spires, what farms are those

 

That is the land of lost content,

I see it shining plain,

the happy highways where I went

and cannot come again.''

 

Well worth reading in it's entirety.

[Carrau]

oh well, if typing is acceptable then I'll have stab, and no prize for guessing the English author. These two verses are from a much longer whole, and are apparently his reflections on war, life and love, and written at almost the very end of the C19, and are probably the most often quoted lines.

 

"Into my heart and air that kills from yon far country blows'

what are those blue remembered hills,

what spires, what farms are those

 

That is the land of lost content,

I see it shining plain,

the happy highways where I went

and cannot come again.''

 

Well worth reading in it's entirety.

 

 

 

 

That must be Houseman, but something’s not right with that first line.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[inkstainedruth]

EDIT: I'm too embarrassed to post any of my doodles in the Art thread, so here ya go.

 

 

Oh I don't know -- I think the Steel Blue one is pretty cute!

Ruth Morrisson aka inkstainedruth

[PaulS]

yes, there is something wrong with the first line - should check my typing ……….. the fourth word in first line should be 'an' and not 'and'.

 

You're quite right it is Houseman - Latin scholar from Oxford Uni., and the whole thing is 'Shropshire Lad' - a real gem.

 

think I prefer the steel blue shark too - like the body shading.

[RoyalBlueNotebooks]

So - without looking at Wiki, who is the first to say why this person described themselves as 'The Portuguese'?

Typed poetry is just fine! I just write down a lot of stuff during the day, and I post some here. I like to show how different pen-paper-ink combos work for me.

 

Based on the historical context I assume that it's 'the Portuguese' because Portugal was far away from Britain, it's an exotic place. The remnants of Romanticism in Pre-Raphaelite poetry and painting means that there was a keen interest in exotic places, peoples, and customs. The passionate style of the sonnets together with the exotic origin makes the work even more dreamy, intriguing, and passionate.

This is only my assumption without checking any sources so it's completely far-fetched.

[Carrau]

yes, there is something wrong with the first line - should check my typing ……….. the fourth word in first line should be 'an' and not 'and'.

 

You're quite right it is Houseman - Latin scholar from Oxford Uni., and the whole thing is 'Shropshire Lad' - a real gem.

 

think I prefer the steel blue shark too - like the body shading.

Houseman has been a favorite of mine since college days. His syntax, I think, are easily recognizable, especially anything from Shropshire Lad, and his poems are always tinged with that little bit of melancholy. I think “Lovliest of Trees” is one of the finest and most perfectly written lyric poems in English. It’s a perfect combination of beautiful imagery, melancholy, meter and form.

 

A Shropshire Lad 2: Loveliest of trees, the cherry now

BY A. E. HOUSMAN

 

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now

Is hung with bloom along the bough,

And stands about the woodland ride

Wearing white for Eastertide.

 

Now, of my threescore years and ten,

Twenty will not come again,

And take from seventy springs a score,

It only leaves me fifty more.

 

And since to look at things in bloom

Fifty springs are little room,

About the woodlands I will go

To see the cherry hung with snow.

[PaulS]

re 'The Portuguese' - in fact I've heard more than one reason given for this appellation, though in truth I'd not checked but have now cheated and had a quick look :

 

The first that I heard was that Elizabeth's skin was more Continental in appearance, perhaps slightly olive which gives rise to the word Portuguese ……….. this reason seems not to be quoted now, so perhaps not a real contender.

 

secondly that the content of her work was deeply personal and she was shy of anyone know that she was the author, so her obscure misleading title was to avoid embarrassment … at the time of writing these sonnets she had not yet married Robert Browning, or even published them. Current thinking seems to be that she thought such an obscure title might quite literally make people think they were translations from earlier Portuguese, though whether this is supposition or known fact I'm not sure.

Though more of a likely reason.