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After a Discussion of Tennyson’s “In Memoriam” – a poetic reflection
A stillness falls and dimly-lit, A bell tolls distantly, As in this life we numbly sit For what we cannot see. The words of grief we hear afresh, A melody its gloss, As we seek out our souls ‘neath flesh Remembered in deep loss. This room is filled with love-lost ghosts Of our most private Continue reading
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A Poem Passed-By
That moment gone was but a spot of time Yet still I yearn towards its eternity, To find it past yet feel it presently For such moments are best realized in rhyme. But somehow this one fails to really be As full in feeling as it was before; In that one moment, not a second Continue reading
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A Poem to the Church of St. Edward King and Martyr
The words that lie written beneath our feet, Titles of saints, these graves in graven stones, The echoes of reformers’ gracious tones Which once and still all sinners here would meet. And still these words evoke fascination Of both pilgrim and poet’s seeking hearts, Quickening with the spirit each their arts, Knowledge grown into Imagination. Continue reading
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Little Elegy
Walking through Cambridge, inspiration is difficult to avoid. My apologies to those on the sidewalk who had to go around me as I stopped to give this poor bird a proper elegy. “His eye is on the sparrow,” so ’tis sung But ‘neath some foot or wheel its feathers flung- Poor claws curled up in Continue reading
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“To Leave” (and a snippet)
Let me premise this by saying that this is not intentionally about death and I am not dying (except to get out of school). Once again, this was inspired by my favorite little running route and the feathered friends who live there. (Speaking of birds, there is a little snippet at the end of this Continue reading
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Mariners
We are mariners, mariners we, made for the land, parted from sea from that second day and still – striving as on the earth to fill- drawn by its alluring, billowy waves- we drink down the depths to find watery graves. . We hear the call, that age-old call, a whisper first, a breeze enthralls, Continue reading
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The Road Part Taken
In reading the poetry of Robert Frost for my honors college curriculum, I found myself hit by a wave of nostalgia. (Not to be confused with a “wave of nausea”- I’m not reading Nausea quite yet…) Throughout the formative years of my adolescent life, Frost provided guidance and comfort. I did not read his work extensively, but Continue reading
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Non-Writing Writer
I was inspired this morning as I walked to practice piano for an upcoming recital… this would have been great, had I been inspired to practice. Rather, I was inspired to set the opening of Wordsworth’s The Prelude to music. My roommate (bless her) stopped me just in time: “Ryanne, if you write a melody and Continue reading
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Autumn’s Daughter
I am this season’s child though I am dressed as spring: The burning gold of fall is hid beneath the flow’rs I bring. While storms of thought are whirling, and swirl within my mind, All you see’s the cloudless blue of clear sky in my Continue reading
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Three o’Clock in the Morning
Three in the morning, an hour of woe, Breathes heartache and mourning and deepest sorrow. Its minutes are counted with seconds and sighs As in blanket-mound bed fears dance ‘fore sore eyes. The moments just lumber- a funeral dirge- While we, seeking slumber, turn, toss on its verge. The stillness is silence as cold as Continue reading
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Eclipse Coronation
The Solar Eclipse 2017 was the *literal* highlight of today; all anyone seems to be able to talk about are eclipse glasses, viewing parties, live streams, testimonials of why not to stare directly into the sun, apocalyptic premonitions, the stupidity of needing to be told not to stare into the sun, pinhole box tutorials, etc. Continue reading
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