Patience and the Prodigal have hit upon a novel idea and we propose to test its merit. What we intend is to revisit the obscure and much forgotten verse and poetry of some of the great poets of all time and with the juxtaposition of words, phrases and lines, represent these more or less ignored stanzas in a new light.
William Wordsworth, for instance is generally credited with composing roughly 1000 separate poems, yet how many are well known. Perhaps aficionados of Wordsworth might know a dozen or twenty of his more celebrated poems such as ‘The Green Linnet’, ‘The Daffodils’, ‘Composed upon Westminster Bridge’ or ‘The Solitary Reaper. What about the rest? Surely these must be infused with the creative genius of Wordsworth. This we intend to explore, if only for the Craic.

Tuesday, 30 April 2013

Our Home


The sunshine is a glorious birth
apparelled in celestial light,
Halo of Heaven for the earth,
Transfigured; every common sight.

Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own,
The winds come to me from fields of sleep,
Creator nods sagely from lofty throne
blessing a thousand valleys, wide and deep.

Behold the child among his new born blisses
with light upon him from his father's eyes,
Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses,
Watched over by Nature's priest, he lies.

A place of thought where we in waiting rest,
Delight and liberty; our simple creed,
Where fledgling hope flutters in every breast,
Where care and thought cater for every need.

Lakes on a starry night; rainbows in water,
Rapids blowing trumpets from the steep,
Yesterday's love; tomorrows lovely daughter,
Thank God, for now, the earth is ours to keep.

1 comment:

  1. From what I gather, from "Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood." Lovely rearrangement. "Yesterday's love; tomorrow's lovely daughter" - beautiful.

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