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Pearlty
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posted August 21, 2015 08:45 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Pearlty     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote

January

O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,
What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn
Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn
Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire
The streams than under ice. June could not hire
Her roses to forego the strength they learn
In sleeping on thy breast. No fires can burn
The bridges thou dost lay where men desire
In vain to build.
O Heart, when Love's sun goes
To northward, and the sounds of singing cease,
Keep warm by inner fires, and rest in peace.
Sleep on content, as sleeps the patient rose.
Walk boldly on the white untrodden snows,
The winter is the winter's own release.

~Helen Hunt Jackson

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posted August 21, 2015 08:46 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Pearlty     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote

February

Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white;
And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still;
No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill,
And willow stems grow daily red and bright.
These are days when ancients held a rite
Of expiation for the old year's ill,
And prayer to purify the new year's will:
Fit days, ere yet the spring rains blur the sight,
Ere yet the bounding blood grows hot with haste,
And dreaming thoughts grow heavy with a greed
The ardent summer's joy to have and taste;
Fit days, to give to last year's losses heed,
To recon clear the new life's sterner need;
Fit days, for Feast of Expiation placed!

~Helen Hunt Jackson

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posted August 21, 2015 08:48 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Pearlty     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote

March

Month which the warring ancients strangely styled
The month of war,--as if in their fierce ways
Were any month of peace!--in thy rough days
I find no war in Nature, though the wild
Winds clash and clang, and broken boughs are piled
As feet of writhing trees. The violets raise
Their heads without affright, without amaze,
And sleep through all the din, as sleeps a child.
And he who watches well may well discern
Sweet expectation in each living thing.
Like pregnant mother the sweet earth doth yearn;
In secret joy makes ready for the spring;
And hidden, sacred, in her breast doth bear
Annunciation lilies for the year.

~Helen Hunt Jackson

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April


No days such honored days as these! While yet
Fair Aphrodite reigned, men seeking wide
For some fair thing which should forever bide
On earth, her beauteous memory to set
In fitting frame that no age could forget,
Her name in lovely April's name did hide,
And leave it there, eternally allied
To all the fairest flowers Spring did beget.
And when fair Aphrodite passed from earth,
Her shrines forgotten and her feasts of mirth,
A holier symbol still in seal and sign,
Sweet April took, of kingdom most divine,
When Christ ascended, in the time of birth
Of spring anemones, in Palestine.

~Helen Hunt Jackson

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posted August 21, 2015 08:49 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Pearlty     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote

May

O Month when they who love must love and wed!
Were one to go to worlds where May is naught,
And seek to tell the memories he had brought
From earth of thee, what were most fitly said?
I know not if the rosy showers shed
From apple-boughs, or if the soft green wrought
In fields, or if the robin's call be fraught
The most with thy delight. Perhaps they read
Thee best who in the ancient time did say
Thou wert the sacred month unto the old:
No blossom blooms upon thy brightest day
So subtly sweet as memories which unfold
In aged hearts which in thy sunshine lie,
To sun themselves once more before they die.

~Helen Hunt Jackson

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posted August 21, 2015 08:50 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Pearlty     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote

June


O month whose promise and fulfilment blend,
And burst in one! it seems the earth can store
In all her roomy house no treasure more;
Of all her wealth no farthing have to spend
On fruit, when once this stintless flowering end.
And yet no tiniest flower shall fall before
It hath made ready at its hidden core
Its tithe of seed, which we may count and tend
Till harvest. Joy of blossomed love, for thee
Seems it no fairer thing can yet have birth?
No room is left for deeper ecstacy?
Watch well if seeds grow strong, to scatter free
Germs for thy future summers on the earth.
A joy which is but joy soon comes to dearth.

~Helen Hunt Jackson

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posted August 21, 2015 08:51 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Pearlty     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
July

Some flowers are withered and some joys have died;
The garden reeks with an East Indian scent
From beds where gillyflowers stand weak and spent;
The white heat pales the skies from side to side;
But in still lakes and rivers, cool, content,
Like starry blooms on a new firmament,
White lilies float and regally abide.
In vain the cruel skies their hot rays shed;
The lily does not feel their brazen glare.
In vain the pallid clouds refuse to share
Their dews, the lily feels no thirst, no dread.
Unharmed she lifts her queenly face and head;
She drinks of living waters and keeps fair.

~Helen Hunt Jackson

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posted August 21, 2015 08:52 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Pearlty     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote

August


Silence again. The glorious symphony
Hath need of pause and interval of peace.
Some subtle signal bids all sweet sounds cease,
Save hum of insects' aimless industry.
Pathetic summer seeks by blazonry
Of color to conceal her swift decrease.
Weak subterfuge! Each mocking day doth fleece
A blossom, and lay bare her poverty.
Poor middle-aged summer! Vain this show!
Whole fields of Golden-Rod cannot offset
One meadow with a single violet;
And well the singing thrush and lily know,
Spite of all artifice which her regret
Can deck in splendid guise, their time to go!

~Helen Hunt Jackson

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September

O golden month! How high thy gold is heaped!
The yellow birch-leaves shine like bright coins strung
On wands; the chestnut's yellow pennons tongue
To every wind its harvest challenge. Steeped
In yellow, still lie fields where wheat was reaped;
And yellow still the corn sheaves, stacked among
The yellow gourds, which from the earth have wrung
Her utmost gold. To highest boughs have leaped
The purple grape,--last thing to ripen, late
By very reason of its precious cost.
O Heart, remember, vintages are lost
If grapes do not for freezing night-dews wait.
Think, while thou sunnest thyself in Joy's estate,
Mayhap thou canst not ripen without frost!

~Helen Hunt Jackson

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October


The month of carnival of all the year,
When Nature lets the wild earth go its way,
And spend whole seasons on a single day.
The spring-time holds her white and purple dear;
October, lavish, flaunts them far and near;
The summer charily her reds doth lay
Like jewels on her costliest array;
October, scornful, burns them on a bier.
The winter hoards his pearls of frost in sign
Of kingdom: whiter pearls than winter knew,
Oar empress wore, in Egypt's ancient line,
October, feasting 'neath her dome of blue,
Drinks at a single draught, slow filtered through
Sunshiny air, as in a tingling wine!

~Helen Hunt Jackson

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posted August 21, 2015 08:55 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Pearlty     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote

November

This is the treacherous month when autumn days
With summer's voice come bearing summer's gifts.
Beguiled, the pale down-trodden aster lifts
Her head and blooms again. The soft, warm haze
Makes moist once more the sere and dusty ways,
And, creeping through where dead leaves lie in drifts,
The violet returns. Snow noiseless sifts
Ere night, an icy shroud, which morning's rays
Willidly shine upon and slowly melt,
Too late to bid the violet live again.
The treachery, at last, too late, is plain;
Bare are the places where the sweet flowers dwelt.
What joy sufficient hath November felt?
What profit from the violet's day of pain?

~Helen Hunt Jackson

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December

The lakes of ice gleam bluer than the lakes
Of water 'neath the summer sunshine gleamed:
Far fairer than when placidly it streamed,
The brook its frozen architecture makes,
And under bridges white its swift way takes.
Snow comes and goes as messenger who dreamed
Might linger on the road; or one who deemed
His message hostile gently for their sakes
Who listened might reveal it by degrees.
We gird against the cold of winter wind
Our loins now with mighty bands of sleep,
In longest, darkest nights take rest and ease,
And every shortening day, as shadows creep
O'er the brief noontide, fresh surprises find.

~Helen Hunt Jackson

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posted August 21, 2015 12:24 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for mirage29     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
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Originally posted by Pearlty:

May

O Month when they who love must love and wed!
Were one to go to worlds where May is naught,
And seek to tell the memories he had brought
From earth of thee, what were most fitly said?
I know not if the rosy showers shed
From apple-boughs, or if the soft green wrought
In fields, or if the robin's call be fraught
The most with thy delight. Perhaps they read
Thee best who in the ancient time did say
Thou wert the sacred month unto the old:
No blossom blooms upon thy brightest day
So subtly sweet as memories which unfold
In aged hearts which in thy sunshine lie,
To sun themselves once more before they die.

~Helen Hunt Jackson


Love these, my Pearlty!! Helen Hunt Jackson

(music) I'll Be With You In Apple Blossom Time (Emmy Rossum) [3:24] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwCHJnAMDWM

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posted August 23, 2015 09:49 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Pearlty     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Pretty song Mirage! ^ I had a feeling you would like the essence of May.

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posted November 05, 2015 11:52 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Randall     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Wow, I missed this!

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Pearlty
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posted November 08, 2015 03:55 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Pearlty     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
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Originally posted by Pearlty:

November

This is the treacherous month when autumn days
With summer's voice come bearing summer's gifts.
Beguiled, the pale down-trodden aster lifts
Her head and blooms again. The soft, warm haze
Makes moist once more the sere and dusty ways,
And, creeping through where dead leaves lie in drifts,
The violet returns. Snow noiseless sifts
Ere night, an icy shroud, which morning's rays
Willidly shine upon and slowly melt,
Too late to bid the violet live again.
The treachery, at last, too late, is plain;
Bare are the places where the sweet flowers dwelt.
What joy sufficient hath November felt?
What profit from the violet's day of pain?

~Helen Hunt Jackson


bump for November

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posted November 10, 2015 01:01 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Sikanda     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Beautiful!

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posted November 11, 2015 06:30 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Ayelet     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
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Originally posted by Sikanda:
Beautiful!


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TEXT:
April is in my Mistress' face,
And July in her eyes hath place;
Within her bosom is September,
But in her heart a cold December.

Happy Decemburrrr!

(music) April is in My Mistress Face (Thomas Morley 1557-1602; The Douglas Frank Chorale) [1:38] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o4vE2lZWZVU

Where were their Poets? Were their Poets Silent?.....

(music) The Cold Song (Henry Purcell 1659-1695, an aria from the opera King Arthur; modern interpretation by rockers Paris'Click) [4:19] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JisbNf7_7Is

In another modern version, Sting took out the staccato and made the melody more legato (connected and flowing).

(music) Cold Song (Sting's version of the Henry Purcell aria) [3:19] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bbnXJr9PO4I

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posted December 02, 2015 01:15 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Pearlty     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Thanks for the music Mirage!
Listened while decorating
the Christmas tree this morning.
The first link (choir) so fitting & festive

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posted December 02, 2015 10:45 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Pearlty     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote

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posted December 03, 2015 12:21 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for mirage29     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
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Christmas Trees should be the International Symbol of The Season of Love & Lights.

Thanks, Pearlty!

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posted December 03, 2015 08:38 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Pearlty     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
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Originally posted by mirage29:
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Christmas Trees should be the International Symbol of The Season of Love & Lights.

Thanks, Pearlty!


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posted December 27, 2015 10:42 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for mirage29     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Linking this to our YW Birthday Calendar thread-- http://www.linda-goodman.com/ubb/Forum17/HTML/003027.html

Pearlty, this 'Calendar of Sonnets' thread is Beautiful!

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Pearlty
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posted December 28, 2015 12:45 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Pearlty     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote

Glad you are enjoying it Mirage!

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