October, the maiden of bright yellow tresses,
Loiters for love in these cool wildernesses;
Loiters, knee-deep, in the grasses, to listen,
Where dripping rocks gleam and the leafy pools glisten:
Then is the time when the water-moons splendid
Break with their gold, and are scattered or blended
Over the creeks, till the woodlands have warning
Of songs of the bell-bird and wings of the Morning.
Often I sit, looking back to a childhood,
Mixt with the sights and the sounds of the wildwood,
Longing for power and the sweetness to fashion,
Lyrics with beats like the heart-beats of Passion; -
Songs interwoven of lights and of laughters
Borrowed from bell-birds in far forest-rafters;
So I might keep in the city and alleys
The beauty and strength of the deep mountain valleys:
Charming to slumber the pain of my losses
With glimpses of creeks and a vision of mosses.
Verses 3 and 5 of the poem Bell Birds by Henry Kendall.
I am so sorry for not posting last night! You see, the situation was that I couldn't access Blogger for some inconceivable reason! So I had all this time on my hands and couldn't even blog. I was very frustrated.
Anyway, yesterday I heard a friend reciting this poem to someone, and the line "October, the maiden of bright yellow tresses" and it just gave me lovely, pleasant tingling thrills. Isn't it such a beautiful image? It's so much like the image painted in Virginia Woolf's To The Lighthouse. I blogged about it a while ago. How about you go back and have a read of it? Another beautiful example of personification of the seasons! (Oh I just love it!) The 5th verse is also beautiful, so I thought you would like it. You all seem to appreciate things like this, just as I do.
I also have a funny, little thing to say. I caught the train into the city today to visit my dentist. At the dentist, I met my next-door-neighbours. I walked with them back to the train. At the station, I met a girl I used to go to church with. I also met the manager of the video library that I now work at. Random, isn't it? I got on the train with my next-door-neighbours, and just as we were all getting off, I met a girl who used to play strings in the same ensemble as me. Then, as I left the station, I met a girl who I work with. I crossed the road and walking past me were three kids I knew from my old school. I then got a lift home from my next-door-neighbours, and on the way home, I saw an old family friend walking in the park. Well. Coincidence much? If this is Brisbane, I can't wait to see what the feeling of "knowing-everyone" is like in a small-country-town!
That's amazing. For me, I'm reminded of how many times I run into my hairdresser Jenny - again this morning & of course, as usual, I hadn't had time to properly do my hair. Each time I see her I feel the need to apologise... Pitiful...
ReplyDeleteP.S. Love the poem.
Yeah, well, I'd imagine that hairdressers would have this feeling all the time - they'd know pretty well everyone, because everyone has their hair cut! My dad often jokes (truthfully) that our hairdresser is like the local counsellor - everyone unloads all their problems, and she listens beautifully. It can be very theraputic.
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