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    Poem Carving

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    QDanT

    Join date : 2011-05-29
    Location : Earby used to be in Yorkshire

    Poem Carving

    Post  QDanT on Sat Sep 10, 2011 1:49 am

    Here's another that would go well carved into the landscape :-

    Bridestones
    Scorched-looking, unhewn - a hill-top chapel.
    Actually a crown of outcrop rock -
    Earth's heart bone laid bare.
    Crowding, congregation of skies.
    Tense congregation of hills.
    You do nothing casual here.
    The wedding stones
    Are electrified with wispers.
    And marriage is nailed down
    By this slender necked, heavy headed
    Black exclamaition mark
    of rock.
    And you go
    With the wreath of weather
    The wreath of horizons
    The wreath of constellations
    Over your shoulders.
    And from now on
    The sun
    Can always touch you
    With the shadow of this finger.
    From now on
    The moon can always lift your skull
    On to this perch, to clean it.

    Ted Hughes
    Remains of Elmet
    1979


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    mikki

    Join date : 2009-01-29
    Age : 25
    Location : West Yorkshire

    Re: Poem Carving

    Post  mikki on Sat Sep 10, 2011 7:39 am

    QDanT wrote:Here's another that would go well carved into the landscape :-

    Bridestones
    Scorched-looking, unhewn - a hill-top chapel.
    Actually a crown of outcrop rock -
    Earth's heart bone laid bare.
    Crowding, congregation of skies.
    Tense congregation of hills.
    You do nothing casual here.
    The wedding stones
    Are electrified with wispers.
    And marriage is nailed down
    By this slender necked, heavy headed
    Black exclamaition mark
    of rock.
    And you go
    With the wreath of weather
    The wreath of horizons
    The wreath of constellations
    Over your shoulders.
    And from now on
    The sun
    Can always touch you
    With the shadow of this finger.
    From now on
    The moon can always lift your skull
    On to this perch, to clean it.

    Ted Hughes
    Remains of Elmet
    1979


    Thanks Danny!!!
    Luckily, Ted Hughes had some sense and kept his poetry exactly where it should be kept.

    Personally I would like to see this etched on every house or building of the Government, bankers, co-operations, developers etc....

    When all the trees have been cut down,
    when all the animals have been hunted,
    when all the waters are polluted,
    when all the air is unsafe to breathe,
    only then will you discover you cannot eat money
    =Cree Prophecy=


    Now where do I go for a conservation grant?

    Mikki x

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