tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post8377682097356430627..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Robert Herrick: How Good Luck Arrives (A Poetry Comic by Nora Sawyer)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-59002366722823349612013-02-18T03:21:00.895-08:002013-02-18T03:21:00.895-08:00Chris,
And when we consider that lovely delicate ...Chris,<br /><br />And when we consider that lovely delicate little poem has the rather grim title, "Upon himselfe being buried", we see that Herrick's beautiful light touch never left him, even (or perhaps especially) when his thoughts were occupied with the most weighty of matters.<br /><br />The third poem above that one, in Hesperides, works the same sort of magical uplift-from-the-mortal-coil.<br /><br />To his Tomb-maker<br /><br />Go I must; when I am gone,<br />Write but this upon my Stone;<br />Chaste I liv'd, without a wife,<br />That's the Story of my life.<br />Strewings need none, every flower<br />Is in this word, bachelour.<br /><br />This reminds us of the poet's love of flowers -- here the play upon Centaurea cyanus, the common cornflower or "bachelors button" (once said to be worn by young men in love).<br /><br />The modern poet who perhaps reminds me most of Herrick, in the lightness of touch and love of common flora, is James Schuyler (another bachelor, as it happens).<br /><br />Here he writes of cornflowers as "ragged scraps of sky... tattered tales of my life."<br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/james-schuyler-cornflowers_04.html" rel="nofollow">James Schuyler: Cornflowers</a>TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-87359657777857715052013-02-17T12:48:27.307-08:002013-02-17T12:48:27.307-08:00Wait, I pushed "send" too soon!
Let me ...Wait, I pushed "send" too soon!<br /><br />Let me sleep the night away<br />Till the dawning of that day<br />When at the opening of mine eyes<br />I and all the world shall rise<br /><br />That's perfection.Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04214178206307289834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-37866290122814027952013-02-17T12:46:20.078-08:002013-02-17T12:46:20.078-08:00Let me sleep this night away
Till the dawning of t...Let me sleep this night away<br />Till the dawning of that dayChrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04214178206307289834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-46039597487724828052013-02-17T10:45:07.486-08:002013-02-17T10:45:07.486-08:00That border-defying flow between the second and th...That border-defying flow between the second and third frames is, dare one say, the cat's meow.<br /><br />The proprioceptive imagination required to feel oneself (eye, hand) into the lovely fluid motion of a cat stretching... that was (obviously) not built in a day. <br /><br />To sleep and lurk -- a cat's duties.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-67686859808681758642013-02-17T09:34:20.161-08:002013-02-17T09:34:20.161-08:00I love the cat stretching itself between noiseless...I love the cat stretching itself between noiseless snow and the trees.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-6186854069603936132013-02-17T08:37:09.550-08:002013-02-17T08:37:09.550-08:00Very nicely done, Nora. My furry calico muse, who ...Very nicely done, Nora. My furry calico muse, who sleeps and lurks atop my scanner, agrees.Hazenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13417573435195561519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-70087973214204410502013-02-17T07:29:36.196-08:002013-02-17T07:29:36.196-08:00love this...and the pictures...!!love this...and the pictures...!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-5570069591003198382013-02-17T03:55:04.193-08:002013-02-17T03:55:04.193-08:00Three years ago, by the way, this poem was posted ...Three years ago, by the way, this poem was posted here in the original text from Herrick's sole book of verse, the magnificently various Hesperides (1648). Alas, however, no kitties in the picture that time round.<br /><br /><a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/robert-herrick-comming-of-good-luck.html" rel="nofollow">The comming of good luck</a>TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.com