Steve, I haven’t tried your fast-track email service – not even sure I would know how to set it up! I just have the thread as a favourite and dip in whenever I can.
Kristina and Colin, nice poems of tranquillity from Wendell Berry, not a poet I am familiar with.
Bertha, I liked your poem ‘Pressing Down Hard (or Why is the Sky Blue?)’. You are indeed lucky to have such intense blue skies in Oklahoma.
This is not relevant to anything that has been posted recently but is from a play by Euripides (c 414 BC). Ion, who gave his name to Ionia, was the son of Apollo and Creusa. He doesn't seem to have been a great lover of birds, at any rate not within the confines of the Temple of Apollo!!
ION AND THE BIRDS (from "Ion")
Behold! behold!
Now they come, they quit the nest
On Parnassus' topmost crest.
Hence! away! I warn ye all!
Light not on our hallowed wall!
From eave and cornice keep aloof,
And from the golden gleaming roof!
Herald of Jove! of birds the king!
Fierce of talon, strong of wing,
Hence! begone! or thou shalt know
The terrors of this deadly bow.
Lo! where rich the altar fumes,
Soars yon swan on oary plumes.
Hence, and quiver in thy flight
Thy foot that gleams with purple light,
Even though Phoebus' harp rejoice
To mingle with thy tuneful voice;
Far away thy white wings shake
O'er the silver Delian lake.
Hence! obey! or end in blood
The music of thy sweet-voiced ode.
Away! away! another stoops!
Down his flagging pinion droops;
Shall our marble eaves be hung
With straw nests for your callow young?
Hence, or dread this twanging bow,
Hence, where Alpheus' waters flow.
Or the Isthmian groves among
Go and rear your nestling young.
Hence, nor dare pollute or stain
Phoebus' offerings, Phoebus' fane.
Yet I feel a sacred dread,
Lest your scattered plumes I shed;
Holy birds! 't is yours to show
Heaven's auguries to men below.
Euripides (translated by Henry Hart Milman)
Andrew
Kristina and Colin, nice poems of tranquillity from Wendell Berry, not a poet I am familiar with.
Bertha, I liked your poem ‘Pressing Down Hard (or Why is the Sky Blue?)’. You are indeed lucky to have such intense blue skies in Oklahoma.
This is not relevant to anything that has been posted recently but is from a play by Euripides (c 414 BC). Ion, who gave his name to Ionia, was the son of Apollo and Creusa. He doesn't seem to have been a great lover of birds, at any rate not within the confines of the Temple of Apollo!!
ION AND THE BIRDS (from "Ion")
Behold! behold!
Now they come, they quit the nest
On Parnassus' topmost crest.
Hence! away! I warn ye all!
Light not on our hallowed wall!
From eave and cornice keep aloof,
And from the golden gleaming roof!
Herald of Jove! of birds the king!
Fierce of talon, strong of wing,
Hence! begone! or thou shalt know
The terrors of this deadly bow.
Lo! where rich the altar fumes,
Soars yon swan on oary plumes.
Hence, and quiver in thy flight
Thy foot that gleams with purple light,
Even though Phoebus' harp rejoice
To mingle with thy tuneful voice;
Far away thy white wings shake
O'er the silver Delian lake.
Hence! obey! or end in blood
The music of thy sweet-voiced ode.
Away! away! another stoops!
Down his flagging pinion droops;
Shall our marble eaves be hung
With straw nests for your callow young?
Hence, or dread this twanging bow,
Hence, where Alpheus' waters flow.
Or the Isthmian groves among
Go and rear your nestling young.
Hence, nor dare pollute or stain
Phoebus' offerings, Phoebus' fane.
Yet I feel a sacred dread,
Lest your scattered plumes I shed;
Holy birds! 't is yours to show
Heaven's auguries to men below.
Euripides (translated by Henry Hart Milman)
Andrew