Tag: John Keats

A Warm May Welcome

Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia! John Keats With the many weeks of sheltering in place, flowers in the yard are truly a blessing– the sight and particularly the scent. When I open the front or back door, the world is filled with the perfume of jasmine–mysterious, sweet, and tantalizing. Springtime energy abounds. The… Continue reading A Warm May Welcome

Vintage Friday: Wordsmithing Hallow

 HALLOW  We all have favorite words, magical sounds we love to hear uttered. One of mine is hallow or hallows, also its form hallowed, especially drawn out and pronounced in three syllables. Hallow comes from the Old English noun halga, meaning holy person or saint. The verb form meant to make holy, to sanctify. And get… Continue reading Vintage Friday: Wordsmithing Hallow

Mythic Monday: Maia

MAIA Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia! John Keats With winter harshness behind us and intolerable summer heat not yet a reality, we greet the loveliest month of spring. Maia was a Greek goddess who, naturally, also appeared in the Roman pantheon. She was the daughter of the Titan Atlas, renowned for carrying the… Continue reading Mythic Monday: Maia

Mythic Monday: Scorpio Goddess Hecate

“He then the name invokes Of Hecate; abundant honour straight Shall follow on his path, if to that prayer Gracious the goddess leans and opulence Attends his footsteps; for the power is hers.”      Hesiod, translated by Sir Charles Abraham Elton, from Theogony “It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty… Continue reading Mythic Monday: Scorpio Goddess Hecate

Mythic Monday: Keats’ Isabella

“Parting they seem’d to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close, and share  The inward fragrance of each other’s heart.” Isabella; or, the Pot of Basil Author – John Keats First Published – 1820 Genre – Narrative poem using inspiration from a section of Decameron… Continue reading Mythic Monday: Keats’ Isabella

Mythic Monday: Keats’ La Belle

Please enjoy one of the world’s most beautiful poems—by the inimitable John Keats, La Belle Dame Sans Merci  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qL-L8ExX3kQ O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has wither’d from the lake, And no birds sing. O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms! So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel’s granary is full,… Continue reading Mythic Monday: Keats’ La Belle

Vintage Friday: 13 In Love

Classic poets wrote words of love that still burn within us. To my beloved Ronnie: “Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.” E.E. Cummings “If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.” Anne… Continue reading Vintage Friday: 13 In Love