Patti Niehoff

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May 24, 10:08 AM

Sigur Rós: Ekki múkk (moving art)

Current favorite band, Sigur Rós. Album Valtari being released in a few days.

By the way, don’t worry if you don’t understand the lyrics. They’re in Icelandic.


Filed under: music, video Tagged: arts, Icelandic language, Jón Þór Birgisson, moving art, music, Sigur Rós, Valtari
May 17, 09:43 PM

Watched an episode of the seemingly endless British TV mysteries that I seem to be well able to ferret out on Netflix: Kavanagh QC. This series stars John Thaw, who is famous in America for the Inspector Morse series that he starred in.

But I digress.

I note that fact because it explains the latest addition to my almost-never-updated anthology section here on the blog, wherein I reprint shamelessly poems by other people that I love. And what has this got to do with anything? you ask. I’m getting there, I reply.

The last time I added a poem — The Death Bed by Siegfried Sassoon — it was because I heard it recited at the very end of an episode of NUMB3RS. Five seconds’ worth of Googling got me to the poem, and it is one of the two most popular poems in the anthology section.

And now, this: South Country by Hillaire Belloc. The last ten lines were recited at the very end of this episode of Kavanagh QC.

Nobody writes poems in these striding dactylic meters any more, more’s the pity.


Filed under: Poetry, Literature, and Writing, Television Tagged: John Thaw, Kavanagh QC, Netflix, poetry, Siegfried Sassoon, Television in the United Kingdom
May 17, 09:37 PM
WHEN I am living in the Midlands
  That are sodden and unkind,
I light my lamp in the evening:
  My work is left behind;
And the great hills of the South Country          5
  Come back into my mind.
The great hills of the South Country
  They stand along the sea;
And it’s there walking in the high woods
  That I could wish to be,   10
And the men that were boys when I was a boy
  Walking along with me.
The men that live in North England
  I saw them for a day:
Their hearts are set upon the waste fells,   15
  Their skies are fast and grey;
From their castle-walls a man may see
  The mountains far away.
The men that live in West England
  They see the Severn strong,   20
A-rolling on rough water brown
  Light aspen leaves along.
They have the secret of the Rocks,
  And the oldest kind of song.
But the men that live in the South Country   25
  Are the kindest and most wise,
They get their laughter from the loud surf,
  And the faith in their happy eyes
Comes surely from our Sister the Spring
  When over the sea she flies;   30
The violets suddenly bloom at her feet,
  She blesses us with surprise.
I never get between the pines
  But I smell the Sussex air;
Nor I never come on a belt of sand   35
  But my home is there.
And along the sky the line of the Downs
  So noble and so bare.
A lost thing could I never find,
  Nor a broken thing mend:   40
And I fear I shall be all alone
  When I get towards the end.
Who will there be to comfort me
  Or who will be my friend?
I will gather and carefully make my friends   45
  Of the men of the Sussex Weald;
They watch the stars from silent folds,
  They stiffly plough the field.
By them and the God of the South Country
  My poor soul shall be healed.   50
If I ever become a rich man,
  Or if ever I grow to be old,
I will build a house with deep thatch
  To shelter me from the cold,
And there shall the Sussex songs be sung   55
  And the story of Sussex told.
I will hold my house in the high wood
  Within a walk of the sea,
And the men that were boys when I was a boy
  Shall sit and drink with me.   60

Hilaire Belloc


Filed under: anthology Tagged: Downs, Hilaire Belloc, South West England, Sussex, Weald

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March 03, 12:07 PM

handful of ink —
if I had such a thing —
dripping through my fingers


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March 03, 09:54 AM

Spring cleaning:
throwing away handfuls of pens.


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March 02, 12:02 PM

Poets are not born in a country.
Poets are born in childhood.

Ilya Kaminsky


Filed under: prose Tagged: Ilya Kaminsky, poetry
March 01, 10:41 AM

Woodpecker down the street
reminds me
it’s Spring

 


Filed under: poems Tagged: Red-bellied Woodpecker
February 29, 11:33 PM

Do the neighbors know
that the bell ringing at midnight
is mine?


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February 28, 11:49 AM

Okay, this app just has to get made:

Haiku Brew


Filed under: prose Tagged: haiku, Haiku and Related Forms, poetry
February 28, 11:43 AM

watching the trees
is the only way I know
the wind is blowing


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February 04, 01:14 PM

Snow on a chair makes another chair


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January 11, 01:30 PM

enough snow in the air
can hide a mountain


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December 31, 11:36 AM

Image via Wikipedia

watching the trees
the wind sensed but not felt


Filed under: poems Tagged: haiku, Literature, poetry, Wind

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