Aphrodite’s Nightie

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A poem inspired by silliness and a vacant mind looking at the clouds –

Was it Aphrodite’s nightie that brought the gods to heel?

Was it Aphrodite’s smile perhaps that taught them how to feel?

Mayhap it was the beauty of her nose and mouth and eyes

that saw the sun and clouds so well reflected in the skies.

Aphrodite’s nightie was of yellowish pink and blue

with hints of purple, deep sea green and every other hue;

it swirled about her perfect form with subtle wisps of breeze

the fluttering of such pure sheer cloth brought all men to their knees.

Of gossamer warp and silken weft she loved the way it fell

over her toes that brushed the ground onlookers couldn’t tell

whether or not she wore her braided slippers spun with fire;

or if she went barefooted each toe flashing with desire.

It cannot be that beauty such as hers was all she had

to love and lust for her the gods and men went wild and mad,

she gave her love to swans and her protection to the dove

adored by her were sparrows and ’twas myrtle that she loved.

She may have loved a god or two like Ares for a while,

but then she went and looking back left them with a smile;

Aphrodite’s nightie haunts their dreams and waking hours.

Aphrodite with graceful step just gazes on the flowers. ©

Have a peaceful day, Denny Bradbury

Longfellow on the Twilight Years!

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Have just tweeted a snip of this Longfellow extract and I think it deserves a better airing:

What then? Shall we sit idly down and say the night has come it is no longer day?

Something remains for us to do or dare; Even the oldest tree some fruit may bear;

For age is opportunity no less than youth itself, though in another dress

and as the twilight fades away the sky is filled with stars invisible by day.

One of my Grandmother’s favourite quotes

Best wishes

Denny Bradbury

Andrew Marvell

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We need to look to the future for many reasons, but let’s not ignore the past with its richness and variety and beauty. On Love the 17th century poet Andrew Marvell finishes his poem defining love with such enigmatic longing:

Therefore the Love which us doth bind

But Fate so enviously debars,

Is the conjunction of the Mind,

and Opposition to the Stars.

I think that is beautiful.

Very best wishes, Denny Bradbury

Poetry of profound simplicity

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I have recently discovered George Herbert and his poetry. He lived through the early 17th century, was well connected and humble. I find his version of the 23rd psalm very moving:

He leads me to the tender grass,

Where I both feed and rest;

Then to the streams that gently pass:

In both I have the best

Best wishes for a peaceful day

Denny Bradbury