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July 28, 2016

Poetry Friday--"Remembered Morning"

Despite your political affiliation, if you're a woman, you have to agree that this has been a historic week for women. A woman from a major party has been nominated to run for President of the United States. It took almost a century from the time women got the right to vote, but we're finally catching up to the rest of the world! Hillary Clinton, you go girl!

With hope for a brighter future and sustained progress for America's girls, I'm sharing this smile-inducing poem by Janet Lewis (1899-1998):
Remembered Morning

The axe rings in the wood,
And the children come,
Laughing and wet from the river;
And all goes on as it should.
I hear the murmur and hum
Of their morning forever.

The water ripples and slaps
The white boat at the dock;
The fire crackles and snaps.
The little noise of the clock
Goes on and on in my heart,
Of my heart parcel and part.

O happy early stir!
A girl comes out on the porch,
And the door slams after her.
She sees the wind in the birch,
And then the running day
Catches her into its way.

Check out today's Poetry Friday Round-Up taking place today at Reflections on the Teche.

"A Family of Birches" by Willard Leroy Metcalf (1907), courtesy The Athenaeum.


28 comments:

  1. Perfect, Diane. Here's to all our girls...and no more slammed doors.

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    1. And they are fully capable of holding them open!

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  2. Oh my, I simply adore this poem. It's one I will print and savor. Thank you so much for sharing.

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  3. Most definitely smile-making. Thanks for that. :) For someone who hardly watches TV, I was glued to it every evening this week!

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  4. I am hopeful that the door stays open, Diane. The poem is perfect, as were the evening words this week!

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    1. The doors will stay open. There's no going back.

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  5. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem. I like the painting with it!

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    1. Yes, isn't it pretty. The artist was born not far from here and I think he captures the region well.

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  6. These lines are just lovely, Diane: I hear the murmur and hum
    Of their morning forever. Thanks for sharing your excitement from the week of happenings at the DNC.

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    1. It's a sweet moment--in both the picture and the poem.

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  7. It's hard not to be proud of this moment in history. The poem you chose is full of vivid imagery. Thanks for sharing.

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  8. Had not come across that poem before, but I love it! Thanks for sharing, Diane.

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  9. I love poems like that - it captures a moment so vividly. And yay for the girls!

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    1. "Laughing and wet from the river" this line tickles me!

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  10. This week has been a historic and emotional one. Finally doors are opening so our girls can catch their way!

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  11. So many wonderful sounds and mental pictures in this sweet poem. You always share such treasures! Thank you!

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    1. Thanks, Keri! That's what a good poem does--begs to be shared.

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  12. Love all the sounds I heard as I read that poem (and in the background, the sound of the glass ceiling being shattered)!!

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    1. Birds, water, laughter, horseplay, birch trees rustling, ah--I hear it all.

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  13. Lovely. Those last two lines are just perfect! Go girl!

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