July 16, 2009

Meet Me In The Green Glen

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Let this love poem charm your day!

--Description: 19th C, Clare J., Love, Nature

Love, meet me in the green glen,
Beside the tall elm-tree,
Where the sweetbriar smells so sweet agen;
There come with me.
Meet me in the green glen.

Meet me at the sunset
Down in the green glen,
Where we've often met
By hawthorn-tree and foxes' den,
Meet me in the green glen.

Meet me in the green glen,
By sweetbriar bushes there;
Meet me by your own sen,
Where the wild thyme blossoms fair.
Meet me in the green glen.

Meet me by the sweetbriar,
By the mole-hill swelling there;
When the west glows like a fire
God's crimson bed is there.
Meet me in the green glen.

John Clare

--Did You Know: (13 July 1793 – 20 May 1864) Clare was an English poet, born the son of a farm labourer who came to be known for his representations of the English countryside. In his time, Clare was commonly known as "the Northamptonshire Peasant Poet". Since his formal education was brief, Clare resisted the use of the increasingly-standardised English grammar and orthography in his poetry and prose. Many of his poems would come to incorporate terms used locally in his Northamptonshire dialect, such as 'pooty' (snail), 'lady-cow' (ladybird), 'crizzle' (to crisp) and 'throstle' (song thrush). In his early life he struggled to find a place for his poetry in the changing literary fashions of the day.

--Word of the Day: concomitant\kuhn-KOM-uh-tuhnt\, adjective:
1. Accompanying; attendant; occurring or existing concurrently.
1. Something that accompanies or is collaterally connected with something else; an accompaniment.
For a filmmaker so obsessed with these issues, it is a sad irony that his fear of things going wrong--and his concomitant mania for clockwork control--should have been a major reason for the failure of . . . his final film.
-Michiko Kakutani, "A Connoisseur of Cool Tries to Raise the Temperature", New York Times, July 18, 1999

--Quote of the Day: "All thoughts, all passions, all delights Whatever stirs this mortal frame All are but ministers of Love And feed His sacred flame."
-Samuel Taylor Coleridge

--French Word of the Day: nature (noun) la nature f;
(eg) Il aime tellement la nature qu'il envisage de devenir garde forestier.
(transl) He loves nature so much that he is thinking about becoming a park ranger.
let nature take its course: laissez faire la nature;
it is in the nature of things: il est dans l'ordre des choses.

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zorlone on July 17, 2009 at 11:55 AM said...

Now I understand why you would have tea while reading the poems. Each sip, each flavor brings out the taste of every line of the poem.



V. Mahfood on July 17, 2009 at 4:33 PM said...

I know exactly what you are saying. I love the romance combined with nature also-makes words innocent, sweet and simple.

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