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Friday, January 2, 2015

A Little More Holidaying on Poetry Friday

I'm still visiting with my daughters (plus hubby), so the holidays are not quite over. I'll be back to normal (I hope!) next week and will share my one little word for the new year. In the meantime, enjoy Poetry Friday at Miss Rumphius Effect.
One of the grands I didn't get to see this season!

from The Prelude

                                            ...All shod with steel,
We hissed along the polished ice in games. . . .
So through the darkness and the cold we flew,
And not a voice was idle; with the din,
Meanwhile, the precipices rang aloud;
The leafless trees and every icy crag
Tinkled like iron, . . .
While the star
Eastward were sparkling clear, and in the west
The orange sky of evening died away.

                          ---William Wordsworth

11 comments:

  1. Yay for your time with family! Are you an ice skater? Last time I was on the ice I twisted my ankle, and i haven't been keen to repeat the experieince. :) Thank you for the lovely bit of poem! xo

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    1. No, I'm not much of an ice skater. I think I've been twice in my life. Neither time was I very adept at staying upright.

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  2. We lived on a lake long ago, Dori, so your picture brings back good memories-beautiful. And that poem, the final line is so nice. Have a good time with family!

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  3. Someday I'd like to go ice skating on a lake. Or better yet, on a canal in the Netherlands!

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  4. I love the photo! And I think it's lovely that the simple activity Wordsworth enjoyed, is still being enjoyed today.

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  5. Brings back childhood ice skating memories skating on a creek in my backyard. Such a beautiful poem and what a serene location in which to skate.

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    1. The creek in my back yard has never frozen. Such is the Deep South!

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  6. I just love these last two lines best of all:

    and in the west
    The orange sky of evening died away.

    I can imagine how frenzied and fun a vacation must be - but poetry does have a way of centering us and calming the soul. Beautiful photo!

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