Author Topic: Jenny's Poetry And Rambling Words (Read 3313 times)

Clay Death · « **Reply #60 on:** August 25, 2015, 12:44:49 am »

this is really fascinating lady J:

Shelley’s Poetry:

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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The central thematic concerns of Shelley’s poetry are largely the same themes that defined Romanticism, especially among the younger English poets of Shelley’s era: beauty, the passions, nature, political liberty, creativity, and the sanctity of the imagination. What makes Shelley’s treatment of these themes unique is his philosophical relationship to his subject matter—which was better developed and articulated than that of any other Romantic poet with the possible exception of Wordsworth—and his temperament, which was extraordinarily sensitive and responsive even for a Romantic poet, and which possessed an extraordinary capacity for joy, love, and hope. Shelley fervently believed in the possibility of realizing an ideal of human happiness as based on beauty, and his moments of darkness and despair (he had many, particularly in book-length poems such as the monumental Queen Mab) almost always stem from his disappointment at seeing that ideal sacrificed to human weakness.

Shelley’s intense feelings about beauty and expression are documented in poems such as “Ode to the West Wind” and “To a Skylark,” in which he invokes metaphors from nature to characterize his relationship to his art. The center of his aesthetic philosophy can be found in his important essay A Defence of Poetry, in which he argues that poetry brings about moral good. Poetry, Shelley argues, exercises and expands the imagination, and the imagination is the source of sympathy, compassion, and love, which rest on the ability to project oneself into the position of another person. He writes,

A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others. The pains and pleasures of his species must become his own. The great instrument of moral good is the imagination; and poetry administers to the effect by acting upon the cause. Poetry enlarges the circumference of the imagination by replenishing it with thoughts of ever new delight, which have the power of attracting and assimilating to their own nature all other thoughts, and which form new intervals and interstices whose void forever craves fresh food. Poetry strengthens the faculty which is the organ of the moral nature of man, in the same manner as exercise strengthens a limb.

No other English poet of the early nineteenth century so emphasized the connection between beauty and goodness, or believed so avidly in the power of art’s sensual pleasures to improve society. Byron’s pose was one of amoral sensuousness, or of controversial rebelliousness; Keats believed in beauty and aesthetics for their own sake. But Shelley was able to believe that poetry makes people and society better; his poetry is suffused with this kind of inspired moral optimism, which he hoped would affect his readers sensuously, spiritually, and morally, all at the same time.

Clay Death · « **Reply #61 on:** August 25, 2015, 01:09:28 am »

JFoshia · « **Reply #62 on:** August 25, 2015, 02:07:19 am »

You are right, that was great, and very informative!

I love that last quote in the image you shared

I will share more in the afternoon later on...

EquineAnn · « **Reply #63 on:** August 25, 2015, 04:03:29 pm »

I love your poetry. I've had a harsh past too. I can relate to most of your poems. I express my feelings through song though as I find singing a good way of expressing feelings. I write poetry sometimes too.

JFoshia · « **Reply #64 on:** August 25, 2015, 06:18:03 pm »

I am so happy you found a way to get through rough times. I have akways enjoyed writing.

Music is a great outlet! I hope one day you would feel comfortable enough to share one of your poems

thetruth · « **Reply #65 on:** August 25, 2015, 06:58:14 pm »

Quote from: Clay Death on August 25, 2015, 12:35:10 am

Quote from: Jenny on August 25, 2015, 12:14:57 am
Those were beautiful!

Poetry then was written with such intelligence and thought, which is not found as often these days.

Those poems are just as true to a reader now as they were when they were written.

And I love that you posted them in green font

I will be sharing more tomorrow (or later today, since it is after midnight ha ha).

green seems so easy on the eye.

also one can read it so rapidly this way.

tomorrow I might explore how we can make our forum green.

it is an idea anyway.

and if you, lady TT, and general masterclass say no to green then we will just leave it the way it is.

You are the General. I will always be in agreement with whatever choices you make. I am a great soldier.

Clay Death · « **Reply #66 on:** August 25, 2015, 07:50:18 pm »

and there you have it folks.

looks like lady TT has given us the green light too.

we can certainly try a green color forum and at least see how it looks.

Clay Death · « **Reply #67 on:** August 25, 2015, 07:50:43 pm »

this is pretty good stuff:

JFoshia · « **Reply #68 on:** August 25, 2015, 08:49:55 pm »

That was pretty great, Clay!

And lady TT is awesome! I agree with her, you are the General...

Clay Death · « **Reply #69 on:** August 25, 2015, 09:18:48 pm »

Quote from: Jenny on August 25, 2015, 08:49:55 pm

That was pretty great, Clay!

And lady TT is awesome! I agree with her, you are the General...

glad you liked it.

I just noticed: in green too.

JFoshia · « **Reply #70 on:** August 25, 2015, 11:42:07 pm »

Ha ha!

Yes, it was!

JFoshia · « **Reply #71 on:** August 25, 2015, 11:44:13 pm »

Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her
by Christopher Brennan (1870-1932)

If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.

Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.

For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?

Then seek not, sweet, the "If" and "Why"
I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give.

JFoshia · « **Reply #72 on:** August 25, 2015, 11:49:04 pm »

Song of Secret Love
by John Clare (1793-1864)

I hid my love when young while I
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly
I hid my love to my despite
Till I could not bear to look at light
I dare not gaze upon her face
But left her memory in each place
Where ere I saw a wild flower lie
I kissed and bade my love goodbye

I met her in the greenest dells
Where dew drops pearl the wood bluebells
The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye
The bee kissed and went singing by
A sunbeam found a passage there
A gold chain round her neck so fair
As secret as the wild bee's song
She lay there all the summer long

I hid my love in field and town
Till e'en the breeze would knock me down
The bees seemed singing ballads l'er
The fly's buss turned a Lion's roar
And even silence found a tongue
To haunt me all the summer long
The riddle nature could not prove
Was nothing else but secret love

Clay Death · « **Reply #73 on:** August 28, 2015, 09:24:23 pm »

Quote from: Jenny on August 25, 2015, 11:44:13 pm

Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her
by Christopher Brennan (1870-1932)

If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.

Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.

For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?

Then seek not, sweet, the "If" and "Why"
I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give.

this is wonderful.

Clay Death · « **Reply #74 on:** August 28, 2015, 09:25:05 pm »

Quote from: Jenny on August 25, 2015, 11:49:04 pm

Song of Secret Love
by John Clare (1793-1864)

I hid my love when young while I
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly
I hid my love to my despite
Till I could not bear to look at light
I dare not gaze upon her face
But left her memory in each place
Where ere I saw a wild flower lie
I kissed and bade my love goodbye

I met her in the greenest dells
Where dew drops pearl the wood bluebells
The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye
The bee kissed and went singing by
A sunbeam found a passage there
A gold chain round her neck so fair
As secret as the wild bee's song
She lay there all the summer long

I hid my love in field and town
Till e'en the breeze would knock me down
The bees seemed singing ballads l'er
The fly's buss turned a Lion's roar
And even silence found a tongue
To haunt me all the summer long
The riddle nature could not prove
Was nothing else but secret love

beautiful.

and in green to.

such a magical thread.

CAMELOT FANTASIES

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