Wednesday, May 8, 2019

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Gift(s)



 
“A friend is a gift you give yourself”— Robert Louis Steveenson


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“Without culture, and the relative freedom it implies, society, even when perfect, is but a jungle. This is why any authentic creation is a gift to the future.”— Albert Camus


        Midweek Motif ~ Gift(s)

A gift is sometimes so special that it’s treasured for lifetime.


Gifts are exchanged on special days or on no occasion at all. Just given away and received with love.

Remember O. Henry’s story The Gift of the Magi? Very special gifts were there.

Write about a gift you gave or received or wanted to give to someone or a gift you gave yourself.

You might also write about your likes or dislikes about giving or receiving a gift.

And what about gift of words or a gifted person? Yes, give them space too if you wish J


Here are a few Gift Poems for you:


The Gift Outright
by Robert Frost

The land was ours before we were the land’s.
She was our land more than a hundred years
Before we were her people. She was ours
In Massachusetts, in Virginia,
But we were England’s, still colonials,
Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,
Possessed by what we now no more possessed.
Something we were withholding made us weak
Until we found out that it was ourselves
We were withholding from our land of living,
And forthwith found salvation in surrender.
Such as we were we gave ourselves outright
(The deed of gift was many deeds of war)
To the land vaguely realizing westward,
But still unstoried, artless, unenhanced,
Such as she was, such as she would become.


The Gift
by Rabindranath Tagore

O my love, what gift of mine
Shall I give you this dawn?
A morning song?
But morning does not last long—
The heat of the sun
Wilts like a flower
And songs that tire
Are done.

O friend, when you come to my gate.
At dusk
What is it you ask?
What shall I bring you?
A light?

A lamp from a secret corner of my silent house?
But will you want to take it with you
Down the crowded street?
Alas,
The wind will blow it out.

Whatever gifts are in my power to give you,
Be they flowers,
Be they gems for your neck
How can they please you
If in time they must surely wither,
Crack,
Lose lustre?
All that my hands can place in yours
Will slip through your fingers
And fall forgotten to the dust
To turn into dust.

Rather,
When you have leisure,
Wander idly through my garden in spring
And let an unknown, hidden flower’s scent startle you
Into sudden wondering—
Let that displaced moment
Be my gift.
Or if, as you peer your way down a shady avenue,
Suddenly, spilled
From the thick gathered tresses of evening
A single shivering fleck of sunset-light stops you,
Turns your daydreams to gold,
Let that light be an innocent
Gift.

Truest treasure is fleeting;
It sparkles for a moment, then goes.
It does not tell its name; its tune
Stops us in our tracks, its dance disappears
At the toss of an anklet
I know no way to it—
No hand, nor word can reach it.
Friend, whatever you take of it,
On your own,
Without asking, without knowing, let that
Be yours.
Anything I can give you is trifling—
Be it a flower, or a song.


A Gift
By Amy Lowell

See! I give myself to you, Beloved!
My words are little jars
For you to take and put upon a shelf.
Their shapes are quaint and beautiful,
And they have many pleasant colours and lusters
To recommend them.
Also the scent from them fills the room
With sweetness of flowers and crushed grasses.
When I shall have given you the last one,
You will have the whole of me,
But I shall be dead.


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              (Next week Susan’s Midweek Motif will be ~ Picnic{s})


9 comments:

  1. Hello everyone! Happy writing!

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    1. Thank you so much for sharing Krishna's words in your response to my poem!

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  2. A wonderful prompt Sumana. I like that poem by Rabindranath Tagore, and a poet I never heard of. Thank you the prompt and for sharing these lovely poems.

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  3. This is the most beautiful motif ever, with exquisite poems. Thank you, Sumana! Happy writing.

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  4. Hello everyone, from bright and sunny Toronto, where April showers have arrived a month late, in May, here. Go figure.

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  5. Hello, friends. A wonderful prompt, Sumana. I love Tagore's poetry so much. We have to breathe deep the gifts, these days.

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  6. Hello Friends- What a wonderful prompt Sumana. Love the poems- thank you for sharing. Joining in with one about my mother. I hope everyone has a fabulous rest of the week!

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  7. I come bearing gifts!!❤️ Thank you for the lovely prompt, Sumana.

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  8. NICE PROMPT THIS MIDWEEK, every one loves receiving gifts, i think.

    much love...

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