One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the autocrats among us can be “literalists of the imagination”—above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, imaginary gardens with real toads in them, shall we have it.
Saturday, June 25, 2016
FASHION ME YOUR WORDS ~ a sailing we will go
“I can't control the wind but I can adjust the sail.”
-- Ricky Skaggs
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree!
Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree!
Growing by the rushing river,
Tall and stately in the valley!
I a light canoe will build me,
Build a swift Cheemaun for sailing,
That shall float on the river,
Like a yellow leaf in Autumn,
Like a yellow water-lily!
"Lay aside your cloak, O Birch-tree!
Lay aside your white-skin wrapper,
For the Summer-time is coming,
And the sun is warm in heaven,
And you need no white-skin wrapper!"
Thus aloud cried Hiawatha
Read the rest here
-- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To the waters Toads! A sailing we go It’s time to pull up anchor and write me, no more than 100 words of your best sailing stuff. And should you choose to shy away from the water; let it be still, a sailing experience, in dream or fantasy. Should you choose to tap into your inner child, that’s Okay too. Remember the days of folded paper planes flown around the classroom?