September 1913: poem of the day

September 1913
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

What need you, being come to sense,
But fumble in a greasy till
And add the halfpence to the pence
And prayer to shivering prayer, until
You have dried the marrow from the bone;
For men were born to pray and save:
Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone,
It’s with O’Leary in the grave.

Yet they were of a different kind,
The names that stilled your childish play,
They have gone about the world like wind,
But little time had they to pray
For whom the hangman’s rope was spun,
And what, God help us, could they save?
Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone,
It’s with O’Leary in the grave.

Was it for this the wild geese spread
The grey wing upon every tide;
For this that all that blood was shed,
For this Edward Fitzgerald died,
And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone,
All that delirium of the brave?
Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone,
It’s with O’Leary in the grave.

Yet could we turn the years again,
And call those exiles as they were
In all their loneliness and pain,
You’d cry, ‘Some woman’s yellow hair
Has maddened every mother’s son’:
They weighed so lightly what they gave.
But let them be, they’re dead and gone,
They’re with O’Leary in the grave.

The city of sleep: poem of the day

THE CITY OF SLEEP 
BY RUDYARD KIPLING

Over the edge of the purple down,
Where the single lamplight gleams,
Know ye the road to the Merciful Town
That is hard by the Sea of Dreams –
Where the poor may lay their wrongs away,
And the sick may forget to weep?
But we – pity us! Oh, pity us!
We wakeful; ah, pity us! –
We must go back with Policeman Day –
Back from the City of Sleep!

Weary they turn from the scroll and crown,
Fetter and prayer and plough –
They that go up to the Merciful Town,
For her gates are closing now.
It is their right in the Baths of Night
Body and soul to steep,
But we – pity us! ah, pity us!
We wakeful; oh, pity us! –
We must go back with Policeman Day –
Back from the City of Sleep!

Over the edge of the purple down,
Ere the tender dreams begin,
Look – we may look – at the Merciful Town,
But we may not enter in!
Outcasts all, from her guarded wall
Back to our watch we creep:
We – pity us! ah, pity us!
We wakeful; ah, pity us! –
We that go back with Policeman Day –
Back from the City of Sleep!

The saddest poem: poem of the day

THE SADDEST POEM
By Pablo Neruda
Voice of The grey clover
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her

September Midnight : poem of the day

September Midnight
BY SARA TEASDALE

Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer,
Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,
Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,
Ceaseless, insistent.

The grasshopper’s horn, and far-off, high in the maples,
The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence
Under a moon waning and worn, broken,
Tired with summer.

Let me remember you, voices of little insects,
Weeds in the moonlight, fields that are tangled with asters,
Let me remember, soon will the winter be on us,
Snow-hushed and heavy.

Over my soul murmur your mute benediction,
While I gaze, O fields that rest after harvest,
As those who part look long in the eyes they lean to,
Lest they forget them.

September song: Poem of the day

September Song
BY GEOFFREY HILL

Undesirable you may have been, untouchable
you were not. Not forgotten
or passed over at the proper time.

As estimated, you died. Things marched,
sufficient, to that end.
Just so much Zyklon and leather, patented
terror, so many routine cries.

(I have made
an elegy for myself it
is true)

September fattens on vines. Roses
flake from the wall. The smoke
of harmless fires drifts to my eyes.

This is plenty. This is more than enough.

Your goals : quote of the week

Welcome to a brand new chapter Clovers! It’s a new day, new week and a new month. So let’s take this again

Happy new month!! The second half of the year seems to be closing in faster than most of us anticipated. I know it may feel a little weird but always start every new day with a positive mind.

Here’s the major thing I want you to decide on this month. As you focus on achieving your goals, take note of what you see along the way. Learn from it. The journey, the path, the road that leads to that long-awaited dream of yours. Take it all in.

What do I mean by this ?

The point is that sometimes what we think we want is not what’s best for us. You probably just don’t know better at the moment. Your goals and visions often depend on your way of thinking and how you view life. The more things you see, the more enlightened you become.

Let me give you a little example. You want to become a neurosurgeon for instance. That is the major goal but the path to that goal involves many things and various skills set. You need to go to medical school first. To get to medical school, you need to pass your exams above certain grades, therefore you need to read more. You need to be focused. Once you get to medical school, you realise it’s not an easy journey but you set your mind to achieve your goal. You need to be efficient, you need to have a good eye to avoid mistakes especially those that can cost the life of a person. This makes you more observant. You try to learn how to work under pressure, you need to build your communication skills to ensure a good relationship with your colleagues, other healthcare professionals working with you and patients themselves. You need to learn to observe and diagnose efficiently and effectively.

It’s like an endless cycle. It may seem tough sometimes but don’t let it discourage you. Here’s what you may notice about each “endless cycle”. First you pick up new skills on your way to achieving your goals. Since these skills may be necessary in your ultimate goal, you take it serious and work on it.

Here is something you may not realise. Learning that new skill takes you a step closer to your ultimate goal, yes! But it also takes you closer to several other things that require that skill. You become more valuable in skills and open possibilities to several other prospects. At the end of the day, you may find yourself going to another path you just discovered was better for you. It may as well lead to you opening new doors you never knew existed . New experiences and perhaps new passion.

The major reason for setting a goal is for what it makes of you to accomplish it. What it makes of you will always be the far greater value than what you get.

– Jim Rohn 

When you have one big goal in mind, there is usually a bunch of other things you need to do before you can accomplish it. You can think of it as a checklist. Ticking new skills on that list ultimately, reshapes you. Most likely into a better person and perhaps in a better position to work not just harder but smarter .

This is one of those time I would tell you to also enjoy the process dear Clovers. On this journey, you may find some precious gems on the way, but you have to look closely. In other words , you may even find other passions and perhaps a better and more successful goal in sight. But take one step at a time.

The whole point of all my ramblings for today is to tell to appreciate and enjoy each moment as it comes. Your mind is one of the greatest treasures so treat it with care and fill it with positive thoughts. It may be hard but ensure one of your goals is to be a better person.

I hope you move closer to accomplishing your goals today dear Clovers! Take one step at a time. Don’t be scared to attempt new things.

Till next time! Keep striving for the best and see you at the top.

The city of sleep: poem of the day

The City of Sleep
BY RUDYARD KIPLING

Over the edge of the purple down,
Where the single lamplight gleams,
Know ye the road to the Merciful Town
That is hard by the Sea of Dreams –
Where the poor may lay their wrongs away,
And the sick may forget to weep?
But we – pity us! Oh, pity us!
We wakeful; ah, pity us! –
We must go back with Policeman Day –
Back from the City of Sleep!

Weary they turn from the scroll and crown,
Fetter and prayer and plough –
They that go up to the Merciful Town,
For her gates are closing now.
It is their right in the Baths of Night
Body and soul to steep,
But we – pity us! ah, pity us!
We wakeful; oh, pity us! –
We must go back with Policeman Day –
Back from the City of Sleep!

Over the edge of the purple down,
Ere the tender dreams begin,
Look – we may look – at the Merciful Town,
But we may not enter in!
Outcasts all, from her guarded wall
Back to our watch we creep:
We – pity us! ah, pity us!
We wakeful; ah, pity us! –
We that go back with Policeman Day –
Back from the City of Sleep!

An Irish man foresees his death : poem of the day

An Irish Airman foresees his Death
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

Bridges are for burning: Book Review

Hi Clovers! I just wanted to let you all know that I read more books last month than I have done the entire year so I’m super excited.

Today I’ll be reviewing the book Bridges are for burning by Bina Idonije

I got a free book mark from the bookstore too

What’s it about ?

The book talks about 3 friends who have known each other since childhood, grown-up now and each in different career paths. One thing they all have in common is a big secret they can’t share. Not even with themselves.

The three friends; Gigi, Alana, and Fifi try to act as though everything is all good. Alana and Fifi are both married and try hard to preserve the “happily married image”. Gigi on the other hand is still single and won’t give herself a chance to fall in love because of her past mistakes. Soon her past seems to be catching up with her and threatens to ruin the friendship she had built all these years.

My thoughts

This has to be the best book I’ve read so far this year. It is a fast-paced read and I was quite surprised to find myself turning the pages to see what’s next.

I must say it is really not my usual kind of book as I prefer crime thrillers or mystery but I thoroughly enjoyed every part of the book; the plot, the setting, the characters. It was a comfort read outside my preferred genre.

I bought the book majorly because of it’s pretty cover (I’m a sucker for pretty bookcovers). Whoever still says “don’t judge a book by its cover “. And of course I also found the title quite intriguing.

Once you get past the first ten pages, it becomes quite difficult to put the book down.

My attempt to recreate the book cover😂 How’d I do?

The good part is that the writing style makes you feel like you’ve known the characters for a while. I found myself anticipating Gigi’s POV although she had a couple of “eye-rolling” moments.

The major theme explored would be friendship and its boundaries. I felt some characters were unnecessary and the story would go on great without them.

It was quite intriguing and relatable as the story is set in the city I come from and surprisingly this is the first book I’ll read with a character having my name (although it was not one of the main characters).

So now I have a thing for book photoshoots and the title kind of made me think of this.

I would definitely recommend you add this to your summer to-be-read list. I would rate the book 4.5 stars.

I should add that this is the author’s debut novel and after reading this, I would be looking forward to more of her books in the future.

Comment a book with character having your name.

Till next time Clovers.

Cold heaven: poem of the day

Voice of The Grey Clover
The Cold Heaven
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven
That seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice,
And thereupon imagination and heart were driven
So wild that every casual thought of that and this
Vanished, and left but memories, that should be out of season
With the hot blood of youth, of love crossed long ago;
And I took all the blame out of all sense and reason,
Until I cried and trembled and rocked to and fro,
Riddled with light. Ah! when the ghost begins to quicken,
Confusion of the death-bed over, is it sent
Out naked on the roads, as the books say, and stricken
By the injustice of the skies for punishment?
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