“In recognizing the humanity of our fellow beings,
we pay ourselves the highest tribute.” — Thurgood
Marshall
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“The
czar was always sending us commands – you shall not do this and you shall not
do that – till there was very little left that we might do, except pay tribute
and die.” — Mary Antin
Midweek
Motif ~ A Tribute Poem
For
today’s Motif you are to write a Tribute Poem expressing praise for your
subject.
The
subject can be varied and is of your own choice. Select someone / something (an
abstract concept will do too) worth celebrating and honor them in your lines.
A Farewell
by
Lord Tennyson
Flow
down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.
Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,
A rivulet then a river:
Nowhere by thee my steps shall be
For ever and for ever.
But here will sigh thine alder tree
And here thine aspen shiver;
And here by thee will hum the bee,
For ever and for ever.
A thousand suns will stream on thee,
A thousand moons will quiver;
But not by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.
Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.
Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,
A rivulet then a river:
Nowhere by thee my steps shall be
For ever and for ever.
But here will sigh thine alder tree
And here thine aspen shiver;
And here by thee will hum the bee,
For ever and for ever.
A thousand suns will stream on thee,
A thousand moons will quiver;
But not by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.
Rose Aylmer
by
Walter Savage Landor
Ah,
what avails the sceptred race!
Ah, what the form divine!
What every virtue, every grace!
Rose Aylmer, all were thine.
Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes
May weep, but never see,
A night of memories and sighs
I consecrate to thee.
Ah, what the form divine!
What every virtue, every grace!
Rose Aylmer, all were thine.
Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes
May weep, but never see,
A night of memories and sighs
I consecrate to thee.
A Drinking Song
by William Butler Yeats
WINE comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
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(Next week Susan’s Midweek Motif will be ~ Truth)
Hello everyone! Happy Wednesday!
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Ha, an interesting prompt to ponder. Thanks, Sumana. Hope everyone is having a nice Wednesday. I am getting ready to go to the farm tomorrow to look after horses and the puppy for a few days. Yay!
ReplyDeleteHad fun with this prompt. Thanks Sumana.
ReplyDeleteHey! Happy Wednesday, everyone. I enjoyed all your choices in this prompt, Sumana.
ReplyDeleteOooo interesting prompt!
ReplyDeleteIt's a sad anniversary today, so I'm linking up a poem I wrote two years ago when my beautiful cat Tosca was killed, only days before my daughter's wedding.
ReplyDeleteOh that was shocking Kim. Thanks for the lovely tribute to your beautiful Tosca.
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