Girl in a Nature

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Boys and Girls in a nature

Beautiful Place

THE TIDES RISES, THE TIDES FALLS

                                     The tide rises, the tide falls,

                                     The twillight darkens, the curlew calls;

                                     Along the sea-sands damp and brown 

                                     The traveller hastens toward the town,

                                        And the tide rises, the tide falls.

                                     Darkness settles on the roofs and walls,

                                     But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;

                                     The little waves, with their soft, white hands,

                                     Efface the footprints in the sands

                                         And the tide rises, the tide falls.

                                     The morning breaks; the steads in their stalls]

                                     Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;

                                     The day returns, but nevermore               

                                     Returns the traveller to the shore,

                                          And the tide rises, the tide falls.

                   

ATHELETS BY GRACE GAVALIERI(1937-)

                                      The first time I saw my American poems translated

                                       I just stopped and studied

                                       the hieroglyphics on the page,

                                       tiny scribbles of black ink

                                       saying twice

                                       what was said before.

                                       Then I knew
                                       I would not leave this world
                                       without loving some of it......
                                       nothing reduced to a single truth........
                                       all of one blood,
                                       our words, music and lives coming together.  
                                       It was not that the stars had fallen down-

                                       It was more that we didn't need

                                       the lamp which had gone out.

                                       How separate we are in the dark

                                       after the poem is gone.

PIED BEAUTY BY GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS(1844-1889)

                            Glory to be God for dappled things-

                               For skies of couple colors as a brinded cow;

                                  For rose moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;

                            Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;

                               Landscape plotted and pieced- fold, fallow, and plough;

                                  And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.

                            All things counter, original, spare and strange;

                                Whatever it fickle, freckled (who knows how?)

                                    With swift, slow; sweet, sour, adazzle, dim;

                            He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:

                                                                                         Praise him.