So we'll go no more a-roving...

[Danger Mouse]

SO, we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.

- Lord Byron (one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets)
It doesn't hurt that this poem was used in one of my favorite short stories by Ray Bradbury...heh.

For those who mourn, those who long, those who have loved and lost...
:hug:

[CBHagman]

1. Thank you.

And that poem really takes me back...

[Danger Mouse]

2. For me, I'll always link it to Bradbury's story...

...which, if you haven't read it, is about a man who tries to prevent humans from colonizing Mars (and thus despoiling it as they had done to Earth), but in the end can't give up his humanity enough to become the ruthless killer it would require him to be....
but I digress :)

[SharonAnn]

7. For me, I'll always link it to Richard Dyer-Bennet's recording of the song.

It's hauntingly beautiful. I knew the song before I knew it was a poem.

Funny thing is, I got out my richard Dyer-Bennet vinyl LPs last week and played several of them and when this song came on I stopped what I was doing and just listened to it.

SO POIGNANT!

[Aristus]

9. Incredible poem. And an achingly beautiful, sad story by Bradbury.

That thing that Spender said before he died: "Just think of me as a very crazy fellow who went berserk one summer day, and never was right again."

It occurred to me in the weeks after we invaded Iraq. That line, with a little modification, became the apology I wanted to issue to Iraq, and the rest of the world.

"Just think of us as a good country that went berserk one September day, and never was right again..."

[Danger Mouse]

10. That story goes very nicely with 'There Will Come Soft Rains'

another beautiful poem, and another haunting story from the Chronicles. This time, the failure of man is merely a ghost lurking in the wings.

[Lavender Brown]

3. Thanks for sharing...

I love Byron.

[Danger Mouse]

4. Hey Lavender, how was your Thanksgiving?

:hug:

Yeah, my favorite poets would be Yates, Byron, and Baudelaire...
:D

[Lavender Brown]

5. It was nice! how about you?

:hug:

I think Keats is my favorite. I love this:

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

I read this when there is someone or something I miss. :hi:

[Danger Mouse]

6. Another good poet =)

Mine was pretty good...it was looking like it was going to get ugly and dramatic, but that fortunately did not happen.

I prefer Baudelaire because I'm a miserable person that enjoys miserable poetry :P

[Lavender Brown]

8. Yeah, it happens sometimes

We've had some very crazy holidays in my family. :crazy: I'm glad it turned out good today.