Sonnet to Solitute
Apr 11, 2020 12:03:15 #
Now that we're all home ... I thought this might be a fun challenge. The title to the painting "Kindered Spirits" was attributed to the pome included below (source HERE).
(Note the pome and the painting, and the photo linked above are in the public domain).
Read the pome below. Have a look at the painting.
What photo do you have that you would attach to this pome? Post it here. :)
Sonnet VII. To Solitude
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,— Nature's observatory—whence the dell,
In flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell,
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
'Mongst boughs pavilioned, where the deer's swift leap Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell.
But though I'll gladly trace these scenes with thee,
Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
Whose words are images of thoughts refined,
Is my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.
John Keats - 1795-1821
(Note the pome and the painting, and the photo linked above are in the public domain).
Read the pome below. Have a look at the painting.
What photo do you have that you would attach to this pome? Post it here. :)
Sonnet VII. To Solitude
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,— Nature's observatory—whence the dell,
In flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell,
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
'Mongst boughs pavilioned, where the deer's swift leap Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell.
But though I'll gladly trace these scenes with thee,
Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
Whose words are images of thoughts refined,
Is my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.
John Keats - 1795-1821
Apr 11, 2020 15:12:09 #
Apr 11, 2020 15:28:21 #
John_F wrote:
Are you referring to a poem or is there a pome real thing.
I'm sure JD750 was referring to a poem, JD750 must suffer from the same affliction as me...fat fingers
PS: An apple is a pome, as is a quince.
Apr 11, 2020 15:37:09 #
JD750 wrote:
Now that we're all home ... I thought this might b... (show quote)
I'll give this one a shot. Nurses are kindred spirits.
Apr 11, 2020 15:40:13 #
Gentlemen,
I was referring to the poem, not pome 😖, included in the lower part of the original post. Thank you for pointing out my error. Unfortunately it is too late to edit it. Mr. Graham you are correct on both points. And yes I use an Apple computer. ;)
Now I have learned a couple new words as well. Thank you Mr. Graham.
I was referring to the poem, not pome 😖, included in the lower part of the original post. Thank you for pointing out my error. Unfortunately it is too late to edit it. Mr. Graham you are correct on both points. And yes I use an Apple computer. ;)
Now I have learned a couple new words as well. Thank you Mr. Graham.
Apr 11, 2020 15:41:14 #
Graham Smith wrote:
I'll give this one a shot. Nurses are kindred spirits.
That definitely fits! Beautiful pic. Thank you.
Apr 11, 2020 15:46:37 #
JD750 wrote:
That definitely fits! Beautiful pic. Thank you.
Thank you, JD750.
Apr 12, 2020 00:51:35 #
Perhaps the two people in this photograph relate to the part of the poem that says: "climb with me the steep --Nature's observatory" (looking out over the expanse of the Grand Canyon)
Apr 12, 2020 09:21:45 #
Apr 12, 2020 10:38:25 #
MichaelEBM wrote:
Perhaps the two people in this photograph relate to the part of the poem that says: "climb with me the steep --Nature's observatory" (looking out over the expanse of the Grand Canyon)
Beautiful colors! Thank you for posting.
Apr 12, 2020 10:39:46 #
"As a skier well past his prime, only through a lens can we sync in time."
Yep.
Thank you for posting.
Yep.
Thank you for posting.
Apr 12, 2020 10:42:27 #
JD750 wrote:
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,
_
Apr 12, 2020 10:45:12 #
JD750 wrote:
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.
John Keats - 1795-1821
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.
John Keats - 1795-1821
_
Apr 12, 2020 11:28:58 #
I don't have a photo to share, but the poem and painting sum up the spirit of kinship that exists among hillwalkers. Not everybody understands the inclination to go out in all weathers just to experience the great outdoors.
Apr 12, 2020 11:58:14 #
JD750 wrote:
Now that we're all home ... I thought this might b... (show quote)
As one long enamored of the beautifully varied topography of up-state New York, and of the Catskills in particular, and also of the poetry of Keats, and of the Hudson River school of landscape painters .... your post rang several most beautiful and welcomed emotional bells!
Thanks much for this welcomed post!
Dave
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