Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Why did I pick that poem? Partly because it’s one I remember by heart without having to look it up. Partly because it’s short. (Conversely, I briefly considered posting “The Wasteland” in its entirety . . . but that would be wrong.) Partly because I love it. I love it because it’s about fleeting beauty and mortality and all that rot.
I remember very well where I first read that poem — it was quoted by a character in the book The Outsiders, by S. E. Hinton, which I read when I was maybe 12 or 13 years old.
Wow. This is the first time I’ve really thought about poetry in ages. I was a literature major in undergrad and graduate school. Back in them thar days, I loved poetry and read it by the boatload.
Some poetry I like just because how the words sound together just makes me so freaking happy, like these lines plucked from e.e. cummings’ stuff:
anyone lived in a pretty how town
with up so floating many bells down.
Some poetry I like because of the vivid imagery, like Ezra Pound’s “In a Station of the Metro:”
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
Some poetry I like for the sheer beauty of it, like Coleridge’s “Kubla Khan:”
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
And some poetry I like just because it makes me feel so freaking sad, like these lines from Wordsworth’s “Ode: Intimations of Immortality:” [edited — I corrected the title when Lauren pointed out my error!)
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower
So I’ve been thinking alot about poetry today.
Because I am warped, I suddenly remembered the above anthology that I purchased way back when: The Brand X Anthology of Poetry. I linked to the book on amazon.co.uk because there’s blessed little info about it on amazon.com.
If you love poetry and love a good parody, I can’t recommend this book highly enough. Out of print, but it seems to be available at used book sellers online at a decent price.
Too bad I didn’t know about it when I was an insufferable, pedantic undergraduate. But no doubt I wouldn’t have appreciated it as much as I did (and do) later.
Oh . . . You Came Here For Knitting, Right?
I’m getting close to the point where I will do a steek for the back neck shaping. Woot! Woot! Woot! I am cautiously predicting that I will be done with the body of Rose by the end of the weekend.
Assuming I don’t get caught up in spinning like I did last weekend.
Again, thank you so much for all your kind comments about Rose. A number of you have asked if I’m going to make the pattern available. The answer is probably yes . . . eventually.
Because Snow Asked
Can I ask a technical question, Wendy? Ostensibly, we’ll say I’m asking it about Rose, since that’s more pertinent to your current knitting, but in truth this is about my Torino sweater you made me knit.
The Dale pattern wants me to knit back and forth for the neck shaping. I don’t want to. Not at all. Can I steek across the neck and wind up with a weirdly shaped but steekable object? And how many stitches would I want to insert for that? Or should I just suck it up and knit back and forth for the neck shaping?
Dearest Snow, check out this blog entry I wrote about doing the neck decreases for St. Moritz. You’ll have to fudge a bit on the shaping, but it is do-able!
I got Teal Hogget’s back! Ha!