Sunday 23 December 2012

Three poems

Three Christmas poems



I find these three very different poems meaningful at Christmas time:
 

Mary

Oh shut your bright eyes that mine must endanger
With their watchfulness: protected by its shade
Escape from my care: what can you discover
From my tender look but how to be afraid?
Love can but confirm the more it would deny.
Close your bright eye.


Sleep. What have you learned from the womb that bore you
But an anxiety your Father cannot feel?
Sleep. What will the flesh that I gave do for you,
Or my mother love, but tempt you from His will?
Why was I chosen to teach His son to weep?
Little one, sleep.


Dream. In human dreams earth ascends to Heaven
Where no one need pray nor ever feel alone.
In your first hours of life here, O have you
Chosen already what death must be your own?
How soon will you start on the Sorrowful Way?
Dream while you may.

W. H. Auden, “At the Manger”

 

Innocents Song

Who's that knocking on the window,
Who's that standing at the door,
What are all those presents
Laying on the kitchen floor?

Who is the smiling stranger
With hair as white as gin,
What is he doing with the children
And who could have let him in?

Why has he rubies on his fingers,
A cold, cold crown on his head,
Why, when he caws his carol,
Does the salty snow run red?

Why does he ferry my fireside
As a spider on a thread,
His fingers made of fuses
And his tongue of gingerbread?

Why does the world before him
Melt in a million suns,
Why do his yellow, yearning eyes
Burn like saffron buns?

Watch where he comes walking
Out of the Christmas flame,
Dancing, double-talking:

Herod is his name.

Charles Causley



The Heart-in-waiting

Jesus walked through whispering wood:
'I am pale blossom, I am blood berry,
I am rough bark, I am sharp thorn.
This is the place where you will be born.'

Jesus went down to the skirl of the sea:
'I am long reach, I am fierce comber,
I am keen saltspray, I am spring tide.'
He pushed the cup of the sea aside

And heard the sky which breathed-and-blew:
'I am the firmament, I am shape-changer,
I cradle and carry and kiss and roar,
I am infinite roof and floor.'

All day he walked, he walked all night,
Then Jesus came to the heart at dawn.
'Here and now,' said the heart-in-waiting,
'This is the place where you must be born.'

Kevin Crossley-Holland





Monday 17 December 2012

Grassland of the Year - 2013

Grassland of the Year - 2013

It's that exciting time of the year again when you get to vote which of the many amazing and irresistible grasslands from different countries visited so far on the world Web tour of Grassland of the Day (#grasslandOTD) should grace the front cover of the GrasslandOTY calender for next year. 

Send your country vote to @grasscraig or morrisgrass at gmail.com

Australia
Bolivia
Botswana
China
Czech Republic
Egypt
England

Greece
Iceland
Kosovo

Namibia
South Africa

And on the back cover....

Ireland - courtesy of @foxglovelane

Please vote now

Hey, wait!.... #grasslandOTD from Bermuda seems to have mysteriously vanished...


Wednesday 14 November 2012

Job handicaps

Spare a thought for the poor Agrostologist who suffers from hay fever or the bewildered armpit sniffer who does not nose what she is doing.

Source:
There are perhaps some other, as yet unrecognised impairments that may restrict others from achieving peak performance in their jobs, such as:



A cardiac surgeon who isn't vain
A dentist who doesn't know the drill
A proctoligist who isn't behind on his work
A tribologist who rubs people up the wrong way
An electrician wearing shorts
A ham-fisted Jewish butcher
A highly strung funambulist
A milliner who is not a mad hatter
A wealthy baker who does not need the dough
A French executioner who heads off in the wrong direction
A pervicacious chiropodist who will not face defeat
A prestidigitationist with a heavy hand


Others?