unfolding wings ❧ April 31 2010

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daughter’s snow angel— Hyacinth unfolding
····················in her wings

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Alternate:

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daughter’s snow angel—the sun unfolding
·····················her wings

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Dec. 19th • 2009

16 responses

  1. Patrick! Is that your artwork? Wow! that’s lovely. I’m very impressed.

    Also, I’m sorry I haven’t got my book to you yet. I’ve gotten deeply involved in the process of preparing to move back to the Midwest from Hawaii in just a couple of weeks, but I will definitely get it off to you in the next few days.

    • I’ll be moving to Janesville, Wisconsin…about 90 miles north of Chicago, 30 miles south of Madison. I have a sister there; she’s one of 5 sisters on the Mainland (as we call the Continent here in Hawaii). I just retired (Feb. 1st) from my job with Hawaii State Public Library System, where I worked for 28+ years. I came to Hawaii in 1968 to attend the University here, so I’ve had more than my share of Paradise. The last few times I’ve gone to the Mainland briefly, I haven’t had the same feeling of relief on returning to Hawaii….it’s not the same place it was in the 1960s and ’70s. After all, when I first came here, Hawaii hadn’t been a state for 10 yrs yet. So…I’ve had the time of my life here and now it’s time to ‘settle down’ somewhere that’s affordable — I’ll have a 1200 sq ft apartment for about 1/2 of what I pay here for an “efficiency” apartment less than 400 sq ft. Having grown up in Chicago, I acclimate pretty easily to the cold weather. And, being retired, won’t have to worry about driving to work in the winter.
      Anyway…life is never static… all things must pass. (I tell myself as I steel myself for the actual act of getting on that plane.)

    • I’ve heard a similar lament from other ex-Hawaiins. The disparity between the rich and-the-rest-of-the-island must be pronounced.

      If it’s like the rest of the country then all the most beautiful properties, views and beaches are privately owned and off-limits. But I don’t know. I’ve never been to Hawaii. I don’t have a personality suited to the tropics. Nothing exhilarates me more than an icy day on a wind blown and trackless snow.

  2. Cymru Am Byth!
    As a Welsh/Artist/Boatbuilder (wood) I love your wife’s block print artwork…. especially with the daffodil being the national flower of Wales :0) … Wordsworth notwithstanding!

    • I love her and her artwork. :-)

      As soon as she presses them, I post them to the blog. I almost attached an older poem to this block print- Given.

      A wind blows from the north
      And spitting snow cuts short the day.
      The few late colors trees put forth
      The wind as quickly strips away—
      There’s nothing in this world can stay.

      Yet this same dissolution’s come
      How many times before? I’ve stood
      Amazed by autumn, numb
      With loss, yet nothing goes for good.
      As often as I’ve seen this wood

      In gusts let fall its burned
      And broken colors to the floor,
      So many times the forest has returned—
      Itself, in part, partly more:
      Essence of what it was before.

      That I must always guess.
      At this recurring song
      Still never makes me wonder less
      Which of these truths is right or wrong;
      If I’ve looked enough or looked too long.

      With each first snow,
      However long the winter stays,
      It may be just enough to know
      The coming months again will raise
      The daffodil to brighter days.

    • By the way, John, I visited Wales many years ago, when I was a teen-ager. Loved it. I had the best beer (dark and strong) I’ve ever had in Wales. Not even Prague could rival it.

  3. Chuckle – The daffodils are late here this this year – I think they’re confused with just how cold global warming is turning out to be! They were too late for St David’s day (1st.March)….. where did you go in Wales? I was born in Llanelli (try rhyming that).

    Thank you for the poem, most kind of you.

    • I might have passed by Llanelli. I remember staying at a small village on the coast. It might have been Goodwick, but I’m not sure. Looking at the Satellite image, Goodwick doesn’t look right. All I remember is that it was a cold, dark medieval looking place – and no girls (or they were being hidden away). The village was relatively undeveloped and I remember wondering what on earth folks did – besides glare at over inquisitive teenagers. I stayed at a little Inn, in a little crooked room. You couldn’t stand straight in some corners. I only stayed for a night…

      I couldn’t begin to tell you where I found that beer. Just a pub on a straight stretch, inland, and out of town. The beer was stronger than hard liquor.

  4. You can see what influenced Dylan Thomas, can’t you … all that widow and crow black stuff? Of course,Gwalia,hisdstrict of Swansea is only a few miles from Llanelli.

    Dear Gwalia! I know there are
    Towns lovlier than ours,
    And fairer hlll and loftier far
    And groves more full of flowers,

    And boskier woods more blithe with spring
    And bright with birds’ adorning,
    And sweeter bards than I to sing
    Their praise this beauteous morning,

    By Carreg Cennen, King of Time,
    Our Heron Head is only
    A bit of stone with seaweed spread
    Where gulls come to be lonely.

    You can imagine how the London children felt when they were evacuated to Wales in W War2 to escape the bombing- from city life to rural chapel & bible country – the culture shock similar, no doubt, to your own when you visited.

    My parents were confused and evacuated us from Wales to just South of London .. and we got bombed of course [chuckle] … I never went back to Wales!

    Some of the traditional ales can blow your socks (sox) off!

  5. I want to thank everyone for their encouraging words about the Vermont Poetry Newsletter & Poetry Event Calendar, for which I labor as hard to complete as I do any poem. I too am thankful for having found a partner in all this, Vermont poet Patrick Gillespie, who has transformed the VPN into a soft read, a heart-thumping addition to our poetry resources. If not for our friends in poetry, our i’s would not be capped nor would our t’s stand with their arms crossed like militia, waiting for our ideas and metaphors and similes to wobble across the pages of our journals.

  6. hello evrybody. nice to back again to this wonderful site. I have a question to Mr. Upinvorment about the rhyme scheme of the poem Ozymadias by P.B. Shelly, what is the rhyme of the octave. my teacher says that it goes like this ababacdc, is it correct? if it’s so why we say that despite that the sixth line ends with read like land & sand in the first and third lines I mean with the /d/ sound. waiting for your answer with all my thanks

  7. hello everybody. I have a question especially to Mr. Upinvorment about the rhyme scheme of the poem Ozymandias by P.B.Shelley. what is the rhyme scheme of the octave. my teacher says that it goes like this ababacdc, is it correct? if it’s so why we say that despite that the sixth line ends with read like land & sand in the first and third lines I mean with /d/ sound. waiting for your answer with all my thanks

  8. Peace be upon you. a lovely,wonderful poem. I like these two lines Which of these truths is right or wrong;
    If I’ve looked enough or looked too long
    i have a question to Mr. Upinvorment about the rhyme scheme of the poem Ozymandias by P.B.Shelley. what is the rhyme scheme of the octave, my teacher says that it goes like this ababacdc; is it correct? if it’s so why we say that, despite that the sixth line ends with read like land & sand in the first and third lines I mean with /d/ sound waiting for your answer with all my thanks.

  9. peace be upon you. thank you very much for your replying i really apreciate it. I would like to ask you a favor if you don’t mind, i wish to see an artical on your site about the poem entitled “The Arrival of The Bee Box” by Sylvia plath and it will be more interesting if you provide it with your own commentary.

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