Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... March, 2008

March 1, 2008 | JustAmy, St.Louie1, MamaBear, Billie

[JustAmy]

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[GodBlessUSA]

AW. I love bunnies. This bunny is so cute. :)

[GodBlessUSA]

Good luck Amy
I hope they get it all working for you.

[JustAmy]

I bought this computer Sept. 5th. It has been freezing up since January. At least it is still under warranty.

If the problem cannot be resolved he said it would have to be taken to a repair center.

[MEG33]

Happy Spring At Amy's Place

Pansies.

O give me not red roses,
That early dews have wet!
They speak to me of kisses
That are remembered yet.

O bring me not white roses,
That summer winds have drest!
For once I placed white roses
Upon a quiet breast.

But bring me purple pansies
If so you wish to please,
For them I have affection;
For pansies are "heart's ease".

Louisa Cooke Don-Carlos....1934

[gardengirl]

Beautiful! Just beautiful!

[jaycee]

Pansies are truly a favorite of mine and my Mom loved them! I guess everybody loves pansies. Like your pretty picture!

[OESY]

Tulip Field, West-Beemster
Jaap Hart

Tulips

An age being mathematical, these flowers
Of linear stalks and spheroid blooms were prized
By men with wakened, speculative minds,
And when with mathematics they explored
The Macrocosm, and came at last to
The Vital Spirit of the World, and named it
Invisible Pure Fire, or, say, the Light,
The Tulips were the Light’s receptacles.
The gold, the bronze, the red, the bright-swart Tulips!
No emblems they for us who no more dream
Of mathematics burgeoning to light
With Newton’s prism and Spinoza’s lens,
Or Berkeley’s ultimate, Invisible Pure Fire.
In colored state and carven brilliancy
We see them now, or, more illumined,
In sudden fieriness, as flowers fit
To go with vestments red on Pentecost.

— Padraic Colum

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[MEG33]

I think everybody does love pansies..Thank you jaycee. We are truly having a spring day..It’s sunny, 77, with none of the high winds we have had this week.

[OESY]

Half-Welsh, I would be remiss if I did not celebrate St. David's Day as he is my namesake (that is, of course, without the sainthood prefix).

My apologies for the length of the poem. As a concession, I selected the English version.



On St. David’s Day

To Mrs. E.C. Morrieson

’Twas not chance but deep design,
Tho’ of whom I can’t divine
Made the courtly Valentine
(Corpulent saint and bishop)
Such a time with Bob to stay:-—
Let me now in bardish way
On your own St. David’s day
Toss you a simple dish up.

’Tis a tale we learnt at school,—
Oft we broke domestic rule,
Standing till our brows were cool
In the forbidden lobby.
There we talked and there we laughed,
Till the townsfolk thought us daft,
What of that? a thorough draft
Was and is still my hobby.

To my tale: In ancient days,
Ere men left the good old ways,
Lived a lady whose just praise
Passes all fancied glory.
Rich was she in field and store,
Richer in the sons she bore,
How could she be honoured more?
Listen and hear the story.

On a high and festive day
When the chariots bright and gay
To the temple far away
Passed in majestic order,—
When the hour was nigh at hand,
She who should have led the band
Found no oxen at command,
Searching through all her border

Then her two sons brave and strong
Gut their limbs with band and thong,
And before the wondering throng
Drew their exulting mother.
Swift and steady, on they came;
At the temple loud acclaim
Greeted that illustrious dame,
Blest above every other.

Then, while triumph filled her breast,
Loud she prayed above the rest,
Give my sons whatever best
Man may receive from heavers.
To the shrine the brothers stept,
Low they bowed, they sunk, they slept,
Stillness o’er their brave limbs crept:—
Rest was the guerdon given.

Such the simple story told,
By a sage renowned of old,
To a king whose fabled gold
Could not procure him learning.
Heathen was the sage indeed,
Yet his tale we gladly read,
Thro’ his dark and doubtful creed
Glimpses of Truth discerning.

Now no more the altar’s blaze
Glares athwart our worldly haze,
Warning men how evil ways
Lead to just tribulation.
Now no more the temple stands,
Pointing out to godless lands
That which is not made with hands,
Even the whole Creation.

Ask no more, then, “what is best,
How shall those you love be blest,”
Ask at once, eternal Rest,
Peace and assurance giving.
Rest of Life and not of death,
Rest in Love and Hope and Faith,
Till the God who gives their breath
Calls them to rest from living.

— James Clerk Maxwell

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[yorkie]

Easter, and, Easter Lilies!

[OESY]

I should explain, as you may have already discerned, "guerdon" means "reward." In this context, it is the Final Reward (of Eternal Peace).

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[La Enchiladita]

Now, isn’t that lovely? Yes, it is.

He’s the Lily of the Valley, the Bright and Morning Star,
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

I have found a friend in Jesus, He’s everything to me,
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul;
The Lily of the Valley, in Him alone I see
All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole.
In sorrow He’s my comfort, in trouble He’s my stay;
He tells me every care on Him to roll.

http://www.hymnsite.com/fws/hymn.cgi?2062

[Mama_Bear]

Thank you for the ping to your post.

Dydd Gwyl Dewi Hapus, OESY!!

I love what I learn here. I knew of St. Patrick, of course, and the patron Saint of England, Saint George, but I had never heard of the patron Saint of Wales. A little bit of googling and, voila.....I learned a bit of history.

My son's name is David....just because I've always liked the name. We are Irish, English and Scottish.....practically neighbors. ;-)

[Mama_Bear]

Everywhere I googled about St. David’s Day I found Daffodils. I can understand the connection between Daffodils and March, Springtime, etc. But what is the significance of the green onions? Do you know?

[Mama_Bear]

Beautiful lilies! Thanks for your contributions to Amy’s Place, yorkie. :-)

[yorkie]

This might answer your question, Mama Bear:

David’s Day

Traditions
Children take part in school concerts or eisteddfodau, with recitation and singing being the main activities. Formerly, a half-day holiday was afforded to school children. Officially this custom does not continue, although the practice can vary on a school-to-school basis.

Many Welsh people wear one or both of the national emblems of Wales on their lapel to celebrate St. David: the daffodil (a generic Welsh symbol which is in season during March) or the leek (Saint David’s personal symbol) on this day. The association between leeks and daffodils is strengthened by the fact that they have similar names in Welsh, Cenhinen (leek) and Cenhinen Bedr (daffodil, literally “Peter’s leek”).

Males usually wear leeks while young girls wear daffodils. The younger girls usually wear their Welsh costumes to school. This costume consists of a long woollen skirt, white blouse, woollen shawl and a Welsh hat.

The Welsh flag is always flown in honour of St. David on days in which he is honoured or commemorated.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_David‘s_Day

[yorkie]

I guess it’s not green onions - it’s leeks! ;-)

Who’da thunk?

[Mama_Bear]

Leeks! St. David’s personal symbol. So, that’s what they are! Thanks, yorkie. I am getting quite an education today. I love learning new things!

[MEG33]

	-Meg

*Happy Weekend*