tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091756463128804432.post7809169952334441216..comments2024-03-27T02:55:10.109-07:00Comments on Irish Papist: Adventures in Irish Verse, and Thoughts on Verse in GeneralMaolsheachlannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09406722311993627528noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091756463128804432.post-11031294871943065792017-11-19T15:14:33.717-08:002017-11-19T15:14:33.717-08:00Yes, that's pretty accomplished-- thank you fo...Yes, that's pretty accomplished-- thank you for posting it. I'd never heard of Stephen Edgar.<br /><br />I actually posted about James Elroy Flecker recently, although in truth I haven't read him much, hardly at all. I just like the particular poem I wrote about.<br /><br />http://irishpapist.blogspot.ie/2017/02/war-song-of-saracents-by-james-mcelroy.html<br />Maolsheachlannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09406722311993627528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091756463128804432.post-19231613802923933172017-11-19T14:49:02.893-08:002017-11-19T14:49:02.893-08:00Have you ever read much James Elroy Flecker? By fa...Have you ever read much James Elroy Flecker? By far the best poet from the death of Tennyson to the Great War (excepting perhaps Kipling). Much better than Rupert Brooke, but very much gone down the memory hole.<br /><br />Stephen Edgar is probably the best modern English poet, but he's completely unknown and living in relative obscurity in Australia. This was written relatively recently, I think. As good as anything that's ever been done before!<br /><br />Lost to View:<br /><br />A range of clouds banked up behind the peak<br />Of that apocryphal<br />Blue mountain, with a wide, oblique<br />Burst of late sun<br />Projecting at the east’s receding wall<br /><br />A film of what the day so far has done:<br />A wind that tries to scrape<br />The breaking waves up as they run<br />Across the bay<br />And shatter at the foot of Fluted Cape<br /><br />In tern and gannet-printed veils of spray;<br />And trees the wind has caught,<br />Which seem too self-contained to sway<br />When they are blown,<br />And only move as a pleasing afterthought.<br /><br />No one. No human presence has been known,<br />Surely, to venture here.<br />It takes one blackbird to disown<br />That vagary<br />And, whistling just a few feet from his ear,<br /><br />To call him back again and make him be<br />The subject in this scene,<br />The one who is required to see.<br />Another day,<br />No blackbird with its song will intervene.<br /><br />The spray will hang its veils and the trees sway.LilliedGrandeurnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091756463128804432.post-25494328229542916212017-05-16T00:13:25.224-07:002017-05-16T00:13:25.224-07:00I remember liking those particular Cowper lines yo...I remember liking those particular Cowper lines you quote very much when I read them as a teen.Maolsheachlannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09406722311993627528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091756463128804432.post-45091909223143283612017-05-15T18:37:14.621-07:002017-05-15T18:37:14.621-07:00My favourite poems are those I learned long ago at...My favourite poems are those I learned long ago at school - 'the poplars are felled, farewell to the shade and the whispering sound of the cool colonnade..." and <br />"He comes upon an evening clear, my blackbird bountiful..."Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04003778163620215152noreply@blogger.com