Snow, Snow, More Snow!

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Winter

by Walter de la Mare

And the robin flew
Into the air, the air,
The white mist through;
And small and rare
The night-frost fell
Into the calm and misty dell.

And the dusk gathered low,
And the silver moon and stars
On the frozen snow
Drew taper bars,
Kindled winking fires
In the hooded briers.

And the sprawling Bear
Growled deep in the sky;
And Orion’s hair
Streamed sparkling by:
But the North sighed low,
“Snow, snow, more snow!”


The Year’s Awakening

by Thomas Hardy (1840 – 1928)

How do you know that the pilgrim track
Along the belting zodiac
Swept by the sun in his seeming rounds
Is traced by now to the Fishes’ bounds
And into the  Ram, when weeks of cloud
Have wrapt the sky in a clamy shroud,
And never as yet a tinct of spring
Has shown in the Earth’s apparelling;
     .     .O vespering bird, how do you know,
 .           How do you know?

How do you know, deep underground,
Hid in your bed from sight and sound,
Without a turn in temperature,
With weather life can scarce endure,
That light has won a fraction’s strength,
And day put on some moments’ length,
Whereof in merest rote will come,
Weeks hence, mild airs that do not numb;
   .    O crocus root, how do you know,
        .    . .How do you know?

Lips Unseen and Kissed Me There

 

Prine Christmas

Christmas is Coming

Traditional Nursery Rhyme

Christmas is coming, the geese are getting fat
Please to put a penny in the old man’s hat;
If you haven’t got a penny, a ha’penny will do,
If you haven’t got a ha’penny then God bless you.


 

Tom’s Best of 2018 Top 10 Songs

Here’s my favorite 10 new songs from 2018.   These are the top 10 out of 36 songs that made my combined two CD set this year.

1).  High Horse – Kacey Musgraves

2).  Sensitive – Brother Ali

3).  Army Of Clay – Belly

4). Singing to Me – Parker Millsap

5).  Seventeen – Tomberlin

6).  Wither with You – Rolling Blackouts

7).  Summer’s End – John Prine

8).  Best Years of My Life – Pistol Annies

9).  Kindness of Strangers – Courtney Marie Anderson

10).  Beyond – Leon Bridges

 

Tom’s Best of 2018 – Complete Albums – Top Five

These are my favorite albums this year that literally doesn’t have a bad song on the entire album even though in some cases no one song made my top 10 and in the case of Dessa didn’t even make my best of CDs.  Dessa’s album is fantastic when taken all together, but a bit depressing and clashed when I tried to include in the mix.  What are you favorite new songs of 2018?  What was your favorite new CD or Album of this year?

1).  Belly – Dove

2).  Van William – Cosmic Sign

3).  I’m With Her – See You Around

4).  Kacey Musgraves – Golden Hour

5).  Justin Courtney Pierre – In The Drink

6).  Dessa – Chime


 

Mistletoe a Christmas
by Walter de la Mare

Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Some one came, and kissed me there.

Tired I was; my head would go
Nodding under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
No footsteps came, no voice, but only,
Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,
Stooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen—and kissed me there.

 

 

When Thou As Little As I Am

NPG x13363; Walter de la Mare by Mark Gerson
Walter de Mare (1873 – 1956)

 

Sonnet for Her Labor

by Maggie Anderson

My Aunt Nita’s kitchen was immaculate and dark,
and she was always bending to the sink
below the window where the shadows off the bulk
of Laurel Mountain rose up to the brink
of all the sky she saw from there. She clattered
pots on countertops wiped clean of coal dust,
fixed three meals a day, fried meat, mixed batter
for buckwheat cakes, hauled water, in what seemed lust
for labor. One March evening, after cleaning,
she lay down to rest and died. I can see Uncle Ed,
his fingers twined at his plate for the blessing;
my Uncle Craig leaning back, silent in red
galluses. No on said a word to her. All that food
and cleanliness. No one ever told her it was good.

 


 

Full Circle

by Walter de la Mare

When thou as  little as I am, Mother
And I as old as thou,
I’ll feed thee on wild bee honey-comb,
And milk from my cow.
I’ll make thee a swan’s down bed, Mother;
Watch over thee then will I.
And if in a far-away dream you start
I’ll sing thee lullaby.
It’s many –  oh ages and ages, Mother
We shared, we too, Soon now:
Thou shalt be happy, grown again young,
And I as old as thou.