tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-579132932451243418.post8967648771221949945..comments2023-09-13T08:23:29.927-07:00Comments on Triocentric: A History Of Your True LovesDoug P. Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10259297751420532238noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-579132932451243418.post-43148227594756931182009-06-21T20:28:41.716-07:002009-06-21T20:28:41.716-07:00I heartily agree with the last five you mention! T...I heartily agree with the last five you mention! They are among the most enduring in my affections also.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale I had not read much since school until I began finding her poems on your blog. Now I must say that I am growing to appreciate her more and more. She has a sparkling clarity and power that are very unusual.<br /><br />As for the shallowness of males, I'm afraid we are mostly like Ron Weasley, whom Hermione said had "the emotional range of a teaspoon." It is always a blessing to find that such is not universal, in either gender. I think all of those you mention are excellent sources of emotional clarity and depth.Doug P. Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10259297751420532238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-579132932451243418.post-11659089769885147532009-06-21T20:13:05.424-07:002009-06-21T20:13:05.424-07:00This post (your 100th on the topic!) inspires me t...This post (your 100th on the topic!) inspires me to read and savor more poetry.<br /><br />My favorite poet at the moment is Sara Teasdale. Her insights have a way of expressing emotions I have within myself that I did not know how to voice.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson is another beloved soul. Like Teasdale, her perspective shows a deep understanding of the human spirit.<br /><br />Christina Rossetti's work has a haunting beauty to it; I also love her allegorical approach in many of her poems. <br /><br />John Keats first attracted me when I was an under classman in high school, lamenting the shallowness of most males in my peer group. His spectrum of emotions gave me hope and encouragement.<br /><br />Both Shakespeare and Tennyson have been instrumental in the cultivation of my mind by their ingenuity.Rosahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12703470346050797127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-579132932451243418.post-40995581921819150082009-06-21T18:12:18.401-07:002009-06-21T18:12:18.401-07:00Lovely! I didn't recall that one.
On the stor...Lovely! I didn't recall that one.<br /><br />On the story: until it begins to breath on its own I'd rather keep it in the womb.Doug P. Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10259297751420532238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-579132932451243418.post-71483154597003540772009-06-21T17:40:05.967-07:002009-06-21T17:40:05.967-07:00I'm glad you like the poem also. It is so very...I'm glad you like the poem also. It is so very simply but profound. But I'm intrigued...Might you share some of your story here?<br /><br />John Keats is another poet who has my heart. Ode on a Grecian Urn is, in my opinion, a masterpiece. But it's rather long, so I'm including another poem.<br />Keats has a way of building up beautiful images, then turning them around in a way that stops thought.<br /><br />WHEN I HAVE FEARS THAT I MAY CEASE TO BE<br />by John Keats<br /><br />When I have fears that I may cease to be <br /> Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, <br />Before high-piled books, in charactery, <br /> Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain; <br />When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, <br /> Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, <br />And think that I may never live to trace <br /> Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; <br />And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, <br /> That I shall never look upon thee more, <br />Never have relish in the faery power <br /> Of unreflecting love;--then on the shore <br />Of the wide world I stand alone, and think <br />Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.Mary Raehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06404181968358309344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-579132932451243418.post-9744156846122187342009-06-21T17:25:53.437-07:002009-06-21T17:25:53.437-07:00Oh, I love that one, Mary!
In fact there is a sto...Oh, I love that one, Mary!<br /><br />In fact there is a story that I've been working on for a while (it is not progressing as I'd like; it seems that I'm not a natural story teller) for which I have borrowed Wordsworth's phrase "Father of the man" as the title.<br /><br />Yes, the Romantics were a breed apart, and very great forefathers to the modern whole-life and ecology mindset.Doug P. Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10259297751420532238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-579132932451243418.post-91728299312849622722009-06-21T15:53:53.185-07:002009-06-21T15:53:53.185-07:00I have always been drawn to the English Romantics....I have always been drawn to the English Romantics. Their understanding of nature--the feeling that it can becomes part of an individual's being, and is in many ways, transformative, is an idea that I embrace. It sounds as if you had a truly rare experience growing up in wilderness. I can't say that I had that luck, but we did have beautiful woods to roam as children, and lived outdoors as much as possible. Here's a poem by Willaim Wordsworth.<br /><br />My Heart Leaps Up<br />by William Wordsworth<br /><br />My heart leaps up when I behold<br />A rainbow in the sky:<br />So was it when my life began;<br />So is it now I am a man;<br />So be it when I shall grow old,<br />Or let me die!<br />The Child is Father of the Man;<br />And I could wish my days to be<br />Bound each to each by natural piety.Mary Raehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06404181968358309344noreply@blogger.com