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The Heart of Night
by Bliss Carman
When all the stars are sown
Across the night-blue space,
With the immense unknown,
In silence face to face.
We stand in speechless awe
While Beauty marches by,
And wonder at the Law
Which wears such majesty.
How small a thing is man
In all that world-sown vast,
That he should hope or plan
Or dream his dream could last!
O doubter of the light,
Confused by fear and wrong,
Lean on the heart of night
And let love make thee strong!
The Good that is the True
Is clothed with Beauty still.
Lo, in their tent of blue,
The stars above the hill!
On April 15, 1861, in Fredericton, New Brunswick William Carman and Sophia Mary Bliss welcomed their son Bliss Carman into their family. Carman went to school at Collegiate Grammar School, in Fredericton. Carman excelled in school. He went on to the University of New Brunswick and graduated in 1881. Carman enrolled in Edinburgh University, eventually he returned to Fredericton in 1883, where he taught at Collegiate Grammar School.
In 1884 Carman published his first poem, “Ma Belle Canadienne.” In 1886 his poem "Low tide at Grand Pre‚" published in Atlantic Monthly. Carman attend Harvard University for two years studying philosophy. After leaving Harvard Carman was hired as an editor for journals such as, The Atlantic, Cosmopolitan and The Independent. While at the Independent, Carman published poems by Pauline Johnson, Archibald Lampman and Duncan Campbell Scott.
In 1893 Carman published his poetry collection, “Low Tide on Grand Pre,” which got him international recognition. He went on to publish a 3 volume series, “Songs from Vagabondia,” between 1894 and 1900. Between 1902 and 1905 he published “The pipes of Pan,” a 5 volume poetry series. Over the next 20 years Carman edited several books of poetry for other poets. He published five essays and close to three dozen books of poetry.
Bliss Carman died on June 8, 1929 of a brain hemorrhage at the age of 68 in New Canaan. Carman was posthumously awarded a medal by the Poetry Society of America.
The Winter Scene
by Bliss Carman
I
The rutted roads are all like iron; skies
Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling
In the bare woods, or the hardy bitter-sweet;
Drivers have put their sheepskin jackets on;
And all the ponds are sealed with sheeted ice
That rings with stroke of skate and hockey-stick,
Or in the twilight cracks with running whoop.
Bring in the logs of oak and hickory,
And make an ample blaze on the wide hearth.
Now is the time, with winter o'er the world,
For books and friends and yellow candle-light,
And timeless lingering by the settling fire.
While all the shuddering stars are keen with cold.
II
Out from the silent portal of the hours,
When frosts are come and all the hosts put on.
Their burnished gear to march across the night
And o'er a darkened earth in splendor shine,
Slowly above the world Orion wheels
His glittering square, while on the shadowy hill
And throbbing like a sea-light through the dusk,
Great Sirius rises in his flashing blue.
Lord of the winter night, august and pure,
Returning year on year untouched by time,
To hearten faith with thine unfaltering fire,
There are no hurts that beauty cannot ease,
No ills that love cannot at last repair,
In the victorious progress of the soul.
III
Russet and white and gray is the oak wood
In the great snow. Still from the North it comes,
Whispering, settling, sifting through the trees,
O'erloading branch and twig. The road is lost.
Clearing and meadow, stream and ice-bound pond
Are made once more a trackless wilderness
In the white hush where not a creature stirs;
And the pale sun is blotted from the sky.
In that strange twilight the lone traveller halts
To listen to the stealthy snowflakes fall.
And then far off toward the Stamford shore,
Where through the storm the coastwise liners go,
Faint and recurrent on the muffled air,
A foghorn booming through the Smother--hark!
IV
When the day changed and the mad wind died down,
The powdery drifts that all day long had blown
Across the meadows and the open fields,
Or whirled like diamond dust in the bright sun,
Settled to rest, and for a tranquil hour
The lengthening bluish shadows on the snow
Stole down the orchard slope, and a rose light
Flooded the earth with beauty and with peace.
Then in the west behind the cedars black
The sinking sun stained red the winter dusk
With sullen flare upon the snowy ridge,--
As in a masterpiece by Hokusai,
Where on a background gray, with flaming breath
A scarlet dragon dies in dusky gold.
Thank you all!
Stormy Lady
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Beyond Flowers and Chocolate
Anticipation grows stronger
as Valentine's Day looms over us
like a mysterious cloak of fog.
We dream of flowers,
but they are better off
growing in the ground.
We dream of chocolate,
but the ground
out of which the beans grow
has lost its nutrients
and the treat has lost its taste.
It is time to grow
beyond flowers and chocolate,
but our future appears
over a lost horizon
and we fear
the mock-tragic chords of
a not-so-finely-tuned violin
weeping for our errors,
accompanied by a rambunctious bell
which rings in
our own clumsy disasters
year after year.
Is love possible?
Yes! We cry in desperation,
but it seems to us
only to seep out
through the
awkward steps of a
missionary toddler.
Somehow,
we must find the faith
to believe
in the dream we cannot see,
the song we cannot hear,
and the love we cannot find;
for these things are discovered
not just upon the weary ground
of our human experience
but also within
the wise heart
of our newborn spirits.
Honorable mention:
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These are the rules:
1) You must use the words I give in a poem or prose with no limits on length.
2) The words can be in any order and anywhere throughout the poem and can be any form of the word.
3) All entries must be posted in your portfolio and you must post the link in this forum, "Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest" [ASR] by March 22, 2019.
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 (March 27, 2019)
The words are:
tower, enchant, curse, moonlit, blood, eternity, haunt, soul
Good luck to all
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