Brown Penny

William Butler Yates

William Butler Yeats photographed in 1903 by Alice Boughton

I WHISPERED, ‘I am too young,’
And then, ‘I am old enough’;
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
‘Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.’
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

W. B. Yeats

William Butler Yeats was an Irish poet and one of the foremost figures of 20th century literature. A pillar of both the Irish and British literary establishments, in his later years he served as an Irish Senator for two terms.
Yeats was a driving force behind the Irish Literary Revival and, along with Lady Gregory, Edward Martyn, and others, founded the Abbey Theatre, where he served as its chief during its early years. In 1923 he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature as the first Irishman so honoured for what the Nobel Committee described as “inspired poetry, which in a highly artistic form gives expression to the spirit of a whole nation.” Yeats is generally considered one of the few writers who completed their greatest works after being awarded the Nobel Prize; such works include The Tower and The Winding Stair and Other Poems. Yeats was a very good friend of American expatriate poet and Bollingen Prize laureate Ezra Pound. Yeats wrote the introduction for Rabindranath Tagore’s Gitanjali, which was published by the India Society.

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o Lived: Jun 13, 1865 – Jan 28, 1939 (age 73)
o Spouse: Georgiana Hyde-Lees (1917 – 1939)
o Parents: John Butler Yeats • Susan Pollexfen
o Awards: Nobel Prize in Literature (1923)
o Siblings: Jack Butler Yeats • Elizabeth Yeats • Lily Yeats
o Children: Anne Yeats • Michael Yeats

Timeline
1889: In 1889, Yeats met Maud Gonne, then a 23-year-old English heiress and ardent Irish     Nationalist.
1896: In 1896, Yeats was introduced to Lady Gregory by their mutual friend Edward Martyn.
1899: In 1899, Yeats, Lady Gregory, Edward Martyn and George Moore established the Irish Literary Theatre for the purpose of performing Irish and Celtic plays.
1902: In 1902, he helped set up the Dun Emer Press to publish work by writers associated with the Revival.
1916: His final proposal to Maud Gonne took place in mid-1916.
1917: William Butler Yeats married Georgiana Hyde-Lees on October 20, 1917.
1939: He died at the Hôtel Idéal Séjour, in Menton, France, on 28 January 1939.

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My Childhood Home I See Again

Abraham LincolnMy Childhood Home I See Again

by Abraham Lincoln

My childhood home I see again, 
    And sadden with the view; 
And still, as memory crowds my brain, 
    There's pleasure in it too.

O Memory! thou midway world 
    'Twixt earth and paradise, 
Where things decayed and loved ones lost 
    In dreamy shadows rise,

And, freed from all that's earthly vile, 
    Seem hallowed, pure, and bright, 
Like scenes in some enchanted isle 
    All bathed in liquid light.

As dusky mountains please the eye 
    When twilight chases day; 
As bugle-notes that, passing by, 
    In distance die away;

As leaving some grand waterfall, 
    We, lingering, list its roar— 
So memory will hallow all 
    We've known, but know no more.

Near twenty years have passed away 
    Since here I bid farewell 
To woods and fields, and scenes of play, 
    And playmates loved so well.

Where many were, but few remain 
    Of old familiar things; 
But seeing them, to mind again 
    The lost and absent brings.

The friends I left that parting day, 
    How changed, as time has sped! 
Young childhood grown, strong manhood gray, 
    And half of all are dead.

I hear the loved survivors tell 
    How nought from death could save, 
Till every sound appears a knell, 
    And every spot a grave.

I range the fields with pensive tread, 
    And pace the hollow rooms, 
And feel (companion of the dead) 
    I'm living in the tombs.

Source: Poem-A-Day from the Academy of American Poets.

Elaine Maria Upton

Elaine Maria Upton

Silence II

Silence is not a lack of words.
Silence is not a lack of music.
Silence is not a lack of curses.
Silence is not a lack of screams.
Silence is not a lack of colors
or voices or bodies or whistling wind.
Silence is not a lack of anything.

Silence is resting, nestling
in every leaf of every tree,
in every root and branch.
Silence is the flower sprouting
upon the branch.

Silence is the mother singing
to her newborn babe.
Silence is the mother crying
for her stillborn babe.
Silence is the life of all
these babes, whose breath
is a breath of God.

Silence is seeing and singing praises.
Silence is the roar of ocean waves.
Silence is the sandpiper dancing
on the shore.
Silence is the vastness of a whale.
Silence is a blade of grass.

Silence is sound
And silence is silence.
Silence is love, even
the love that hides in hate.

Silence is the pompous queen
and the harlot and the pimp
hugging his purse on a crowded street.

Silence is the healer dreaming
the plant, the drummer drumming the dream. It is the lover’s
exhausted fall into sleep.
It is the call of morning birds.

Silence is God’s beat tapping all hearts.

Silence is the star kissing a flower.

Silence is a word, a hope, a candle
lighting the window of home.

Silence is everything –the renewing sleep
of Earth, the purifying dream of Water,
the purifying rage of Fire, the soaring
and spiraling flight of Air. It is all
things dissolved into no-thing–Silence
is with you always…..the Presence
of I AM

– Elaine Maria Upton

the Contemporary Evil

This is a powerful poem.  I hope you enjoy it.

Love, light and blessings

Vee

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 contemplation

By:  Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez

I am tired, of you

I am tired of you and those like you
Taking away without re-precautions
Lurking, using your authority to get away
Surfing to the light as if nothing has taken place
Smiling
Breathing
Laughing

I am tired, of you
I am tired of you and those like you
Hiding behind peacock feathers, beautiful colors
Disguise that fools everyone, including you
Contemplating when would be your next fix
You walk among us smiling, breathing, laughing
As if nothing is out of the ordinary, just another day
Your life mirrors what everyone knows yet refuses to act on
Refuses to stand up, shout no more
Rise above, fight against you

I am tired, of you
I am tired of you and those like you
Vociferando lies, fables that continues to weave the shield that protects you
With every call a menace is release upon us
Trusting we wait, hope opens the doors
Suddenly; pitch black
She said, he said

I am tired, of you
I am tired of you and those like you
Hiding behind the oldest, largest legal gang of the world
Oath to protect and served
Unbalanced, to find minimum to no protecting, serving
Deaf ears to what she said, experienced, lost
Struck not once but twice within the same moment
Entrust with life, not enough to be heardI am tired, of you
I am tired of you and those like you
My skin opens, bleeds with every news of your protected lifestyle
Your privilege life hiding behind the color blue
Walking along a white man’s anthem
As old as the blues
Weeps uncontrollably my skin
Not seen, not heard, nor spoken
Swept under the rug my pain, her lost and unfortunately her inheritance
Mind, I can be your grandmother, mother, sister, daughter
Don’t fix upon me the undesired, unwanted
I am tired
Aren’t you?

Message from SaLuSa, Lord Ahstar and my other guardian angels, and guides – 6 Dec. 2013 by Multidimensional Ocean.

This message really resonates with me.
Love, light and blessings

 

Multidimensional Ocean

 

imagesAtlantis / Other planets life span

We encourage you to continue keep the faith in these increasingly difficult times, dear ones.

You are coming to a time when your true identity will be revealed to you at last. It will come to you as evident that so many among you are not from this beautiful planet originally.

You will receive communications from us, through dreams, or through your higher self about your star origins.

Many of you already know of their star families, and of the many lives that you have lead among the immense and powerful Galactic Community of love and light beings.

In actual fact, the majority of you had many lives on many planets, among various species, and have chosen to let go of those lives when the time for you to leave the planet felt right.

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“Eleven Hints for Life”

I really like this.

Vee

Portrait of happy couple

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1. It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return. But what is more painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let that person know how you feel.

2. A sad thing in life is when you meet someone who means a lot to you, only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be and you just have to let go.

3. The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you’ve ever had.

4. It’s true that we don’t know what we’ve got until we lose it, but it’s also true that we don’t know what we’ve been missing until it arrives.

5. It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone-but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.

6. Don’t go for looks, they can deceive. Don’t go for wealth, even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day
seem bright.

7. Dream what you want to dream, go where you want to go, be what you want to be. Because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.

8. Always put yourself in the other’s shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts the person too.

9. A careless word may kindle strife. A cruel word may wreck a life. A timely word may level stress. But a loving word may heal and bless.

10. The happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of everything they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.

11. Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, ends with a tear. When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die,
you’re the one smiling and everyone around you is crying.

(Courtesy of Board of Wisdom)

10 Contemporary Poets You Should Know

Great article about poets on the rise!

Love, light and blessings

Flavorwire

Alex Dimitrov is a poet and man about town who works at the Academy of American Poets by day and hosts a “queer poetry salon” called Wilde Boys at night. We asked him to curate a list of his favorite poets who came of age a decade before him, in the weird and wonderful 1990s. He writes, “Happy National Poetry Month, everyone! Here are ten contemporary poets, among the many I read and admire, that you may get into this month. Most of them have a few books out and are poets who I, as a late 2000s poetry baby, grew up reading along with the so-called ‘classics.'”

The group Dimitrov chose is cosmopolitan, accomplished, and is perhaps younger than what we normally imagine our poets being. “I want you guys to know that not all poets are 105 years old and writing abstract dribble in some attic in New…

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