Poetry: October 11, 2017 Issue [#8547]
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 This week: Walter Savage Landor
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About This Newsletter

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Letter from the editor

Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher
by Walter Savage Landor

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife:
Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art:
I warm'd both hands before the fire of Life;
It sinks; and I am ready to depart.

The Dragon-Fly
by Walter Savage Landor

Life (priest and poet say) is but a dream;
I wish no happier one than to be laid
Beneath a cool syringa’s scented shade,
Or wavy willow, by the running stream,
Brimful of moral, where the dragon-fly,
Wanders as careless and content as I.

Thanks for this fancy, insect king,
Of purple crest and filmy wing,
Who with indifference givest up
The water-lily’s golden cup,
To come again and overlook
What I am writing in my book.
Believe me, most who read the line
Will read with hornier eyes than thine;
And yet their souls shall live for ever,
And thine drop dead into the river!
God pardon them, O insect king,
Who fancy so unjust a thing!

On January 30,1775, in Warwick England, Doctor Walter Landor and his wife Elizabeth, welcomed Walter Savage Landor. Walter Landor was the couple's first child. Landor was was educated at Rugby until he was kicked out for being disrespectful. Landor Then went to Trinity College in Oxford, which he was reportedly suspended for firing a shotgun off in his room. After that he did not return to college and went to live in London. His first book, “The Poems of Walter Savage Landor,” was published in 1795. In 1805 he inherited his family home in Staffordshire and sold the property to buy a home in Wales.

In 1808 Landor fought in the Spanish War of Liberation against the French. When he returned to Wales he married Seventeen year old, Julia Thuiller. Landor’s temper caused the couple to go into exile in Italy. He was being sued for libel. It was long before he found himself threatened to be kicked out of Florence for insulting a police officer and in his writing where he wrote condemnatory material about Italy in “ Imaginary Conversations of Literary Men and Statesmen” first published in 1824.

In 1835, Landor left his wife and their four children. He returned to England and published “Pericles and Aspasia’ in 1836. While living back in England Landor befriended poet Charles Dickens and John Forester, who would eventually write Landor’s biography. Landor wrote and published, “The Pentameron and Pentalogia,” in 1837.He published, “The last Fruits off an Old Tree,” in 1846. During his time back in London Landor continued publicly insulting people and misrepresenting them in his writing. In 1853 he published, “Conversations of Greeks and Romans.” By 1858 he’s slander of a woman in one of the poems published in his book "Dry Sticks" once again lead to a lawsuit and Landor fled England.

Landor eventually ended up back in Florence. Once in Florence he lived with Elizabeth Barrett and Robert Browning before finding a small house to rent. His last book, "Heroic Idyls" was published in 1863. Walter Savage Landor died on September 17, 1864. He was eighty-nine years old and was buried there in the Protestant Cemetery.

To Age by
Walter Savage Landor

Welcome, old friend! These many years
Have we lived door by door;
The fates have laid aside their shears
Perhaps for some few more.

I was indocile at an age
When better boys were taught,
But thou at length hast made me sage,
If I am sage in aught.

Little I know from other men,
Too little they know from me,
But thou hast pointed well the pen
That writes these lines to thee.

Thanks for expelling Fear and Hope,
One vile, the other vain;
One's scourge, the other's telescope,
I shall not see again.

Rather what lies before my feet
My notice shall engage--
He who hath braved Youth's dizzy heat
Dreads not the frost of Age.


Thank you all!
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"Stormy's October Poetry contest 1st place winner" A bewitching night for Zelda and Elvis
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All Hallows Eve Ball
By Teresa Blakely

It was the night of the All Hallows Eve Ball.
And the moon was a bright full harvest moon.
A night where all the creatures of the universe came out.
It was a night for human and nonhuman to celebrate.

Zelda the Witch had a date with the handsome Zombie Elvis.
She was wearing a long silken straight, flared black gown.
And in her long jet black hair a black studded tiara, that was shaped like a witches hat.
She was going to be the Queen of the Ball.

Zombie Elvis came dragging down the sidewalk into her yard.
He was in his black studded tux, looking handsome as ever.
She noticed he was carrying a pumpkin head as he dragged up the porch.
Under one arm was the pumpkin and in the other hand a beautiful gift box.

As he knocked on Zelda's door, he laughed as he watched the ghost and goblins.
They were frightening the kids down the street.
He told her that the pumpkin was for the Carving Contest and the gift box was for her.
A beautiful orchid, her favorite flower. As he tried to pin it on her.
She smiled at him, thinking that he might never get it pinned at this rate.

Zelda and Elvis were having a blast Zombie dancing, laughing, eating and they even bobbed for apples.
Have you ever seen a Zombie bobbing for apples?
To top off the evening Zombie Elvis, won 1st place in the Pumpkin Carving Contest.
As they walked home holding hands, he stopped and placed a kiss upon her ruby red lips.



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4) The winner will get 3000 gift points and the poem will be displayed in this section of the newsletter the next time it is my turn to post (November 8, 2017)

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