tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post8822672488873078278..comments2023-12-27T22:26:20.552-05:00Comments on synch-ro-ni-zing: "Lines for Winter" by Mark StrandRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-18454163568948062872011-11-08T20:31:08.309-05:002011-11-08T20:31:08.309-05:00I remember leaving a comment a week or two ago, ab...I remember leaving a comment a week or two ago, about How To Cope With Winter, and I remember writing that I would find my answer right here, at your feet.<br />And I just did.Shaistahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00259344471712162333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-86754808444932392662011-11-08T19:28:40.357-05:002011-11-08T19:28:40.357-05:00I am not a poet, but "eating poetry" has...I am not a poet, but "eating poetry" has made me hungry!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-61522708751390064052011-11-07T05:55:03.058-05:002011-11-07T05:55:03.058-05:00That's WONderful, Ruth. Thanks for sharing it...That's WONderful, Ruth. Thanks for sharing it. Astrid and I were just talking this weekend about loving ourselves....do we? YES!Ginnie Harthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14014434422568561157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-89616339880273304392011-11-06T15:06:34.521-05:002011-11-06T15:06:34.521-05:00Thank you for the introduction to Mark Strand - no...Thank you for the introduction to Mark Strand - now I'm eating poetry!Paulinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14555472024981357622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-78100109679579226182011-11-06T06:23:48.099-05:002011-11-06T06:23:48.099-05:00expanding my thought... part of my spiritual pract...expanding my thought... part of my spiritual practice is to examen my day. see the blessings. watch for what caused emotions to be stirred, look at what approaches the next day, and... see what needs to be changed. What did I do that I hoped I did not do? How did I not love others? How did I not love myself? Done gently, with compassion, this prayer can lead to becoming a renewed personStratozhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10148600260976577216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-14098605411090095602011-11-05T12:49:02.984-04:002011-11-05T12:49:02.984-04:00Death in the snow, the thought alone makes me shiv...Death in the snow, the thought alone makes me shiver.<br /><br />A cold and unforgiving picture, in spite of the welcome winter is given here. The words are beautiful but they cannot convince me to seek out the cold my own valley of snow has in readiness for me.Frikohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04277167831642088694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-3174339801814241362011-11-05T03:09:24.327-04:002011-11-05T03:09:24.327-04:00Barb, I'm glad you love this and knew it alrea...<b>Barb</b>, I'm glad you love this and knew it already! And I had "Keeping Things Whole" on my sidebar a long time myself. Isn't it wonderful? <br /><br />Oh wouldn't this time of morning be fantastic for a snowshoe outing . . .Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-70215368518675317282011-11-05T03:08:08.285-04:002011-11-05T03:08:08.285-04:00Louise, have you ever compiled a personal antholog...<b>Louise</b>, have you ever compiled a personal anthology of poems? I would like to do that, but never have. We have an Espresso Book Machine at our university library, and I am thinking about getting one made up. It would be a fun gift for someone too. I'm glad you enjoyed Mark Strand's poem too.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-62438947681239017062011-11-05T03:06:31.612-04:002011-11-05T03:06:31.612-04:00Stratoz, thank you. Maybe you are getting at what ...<b>Stratoz</b>, thank you. Maybe you are getting at what George was getting at (though I am not sure): We can love what we are, but that does not mean we might not want to change what we are. I think that the first leads to the second, even though the first could imply that what I am doesn't need to change!Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-90357496140121522812011-11-05T03:04:50.338-04:002011-11-05T03:04:50.338-04:00George, coffee? This is when you and I need to sit...<b>George</b>, coffee? This is when you and I need to sit down together! I think there is <i>a difference between telling oneself that you love what you are, versus having true compassion for oneself.</i> But I wonder if by noting the possible difference yourself, you and I might have slightly different opinions about it. Maybe I'll email you. ;-)<br /><br />Either way, you and I love those opening lines.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-58805441712117256612011-11-05T02:58:11.773-04:002011-11-05T02:58:11.773-04:00Thank you, Elizabeth! I'm happy you like this ...Thank you, <b>Elizabeth</b>! I'm happy you like this poem. <br /><br />I will only rarely if ever get to NY again, now that Lesley no longer lives there. :( I would love to visit Poets House! The Poetry Foundation has opened one in Chicago, so maybe I can make it there in the year ahead. Isn't it great to see money thrown at poetry?Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-70116850128322749342011-11-05T02:55:22.410-04:002011-11-05T02:55:22.410-04:00Thanks for reading, Hedge! Maybe that's what I...Thanks for reading, <b>Hedge</b>! Maybe that's what I like about winter, the narrowing down.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-15595636838593186342011-11-05T02:53:40.459-04:002011-11-05T02:53:40.459-04:00I agree, Brendan. Strand's poems have hope for...I agree, <b>Brendan</b>. Strand's poems have hope for me, always, and yes his eye twinkles in the city night, while Mary Oliver's is a ray of light by the pond. I am not as familiar with Stafford, but what poems I know have their straight and steady gaze.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-38759777673269262982011-11-05T02:46:20.869-04:002011-11-05T02:46:20.869-04:00Thanks, Marcie! I'm glad you enjoyed the poem ...Thanks, <b>Marcie</b>! I'm glad you enjoyed the poem and the photo. I stopped on my way to work one morning for this moon.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-36174781940931914462011-11-05T02:45:24.824-04:002011-11-05T02:45:24.824-04:00Oliag, I love that line too! There is nothing like...<b>Oliag</b>, I love that line too! There is nothing like the warmth I feel lying down in the orchard, on snow, under the moon and stars. I have to write about it!<br /><br />"Eating Poetry" is another world, ecstatic!Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-40930115516377260292011-11-05T02:40:56.083-04:002011-11-05T02:40:56.083-04:00Hello, Cait! I'm happy to see you! Thank you f...Hello, <b>Cait</b>! I'm happy to see you! Thank you for reading here. I'll catch up with you too. I hope all is well.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-59096648516883190282011-11-04T21:41:50.935-04:002011-11-04T21:41:50.935-04:00This is one of my favorite Mark Strand poems. Woul...This is one of my favorite Mark Strand poems. Wouldn't it be the ultimate gift if at the very end, you love what you are! I have his poem, Keeping Things Whole on my sidebar - another poem of his that speaks to me. That photo of the meadow makes me imagine a bit more snow and you stepping forth in your new snowshoes.Barbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04984171407726520584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-65870361570825873462011-11-04T08:06:13.290-04:002011-11-04T08:06:13.290-04:00Floating in a sea of white holding grey gently.
R...Floating in a sea of white holding grey gently.<br /><br />Remember the post you did on music -- asking people to share theirs.<br /><br />this feels like that for me. I am not familiar with a lot of poets -- and you have introduced me to a gem.<br /><br />Thank you.Louise Gallagherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13522775693728655487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-72641106829095537002011-11-04T06:43:36.606-04:002011-11-04T06:43:36.606-04:00thanks for sharing. I try to love who I am and tr...thanks for sharing. I try to love who I am and try to imagine becoming one who is easier to love. peace and hopeStratozhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10148600260976577216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-88213866592223834332011-11-03T20:02:51.514-04:002011-11-03T20:02:51.514-04:00Much to think about here. I wonder if there is a ...Much to think about here. I wonder if there is a difference between telling oneself that you love what you are, versus having true compassion for oneself. I'm personally drawn back to the opening lines: "Tell yourself, as it gets cold and gray falls from the air, that you will go on walking, hearing the same tune no matter where you are . . ."Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03959953035812596907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-72074864959183609852011-11-03T17:43:58.404-04:002011-11-03T17:43:58.404-04:00Had not read this poem before -think it's aust...Had not read this poem before -think it's austere simple lines rather echo winter's lack of lushness --the chill to the bone paring away.<br />Splendid stuff.<br />Thank you for introducing me to it.<br /><br />Are you ever in NY?<br />I just joined Poets House and it is a wonderful place to slow down and sit and reflect.elizabethhttp://elizabethwix.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-52659504709667934272011-11-03T17:34:03.315-04:002011-11-03T17:34:03.315-04:00This is definitely delicious enough to eat. Winter...This is definitely delicious enough to eat. Winter is an abbreviated time, all the senses narrow down even as nature's own palette does--and this poem suits it like mittens and fluffy angora scarves. Thanks for sharing it with us Ruth.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-90295721056533587872011-11-03T13:57:10.203-04:002011-11-03T13:57:10.203-04:00There aren't many poets as comforting as Mark ...There aren't many poets as comforting as Mark Strand. He reminds me a lot of William Stafford and Mary Oliver. They are friends, and their poems most often console.That is a real gift to all of us. Thanks for sharing it. - BrendanBrendanhttp://blueoran.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-56502724679024829382011-11-03T13:51:13.550-04:002011-11-03T13:51:13.550-04:00I've never heard this poem before. Thank-you!!...I've never heard this poem before. Thank-you!! And - I just love that winter twilight image. Beautiful!Marciehttp://www.marciescudderphotography.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21312708.post-62479319177970279712011-11-03T13:09:24.277-04:002011-11-03T13:09:24.277-04:00Oh this is wonderful Ruth! The line that immediate...Oh this is wonderful Ruth! The line that immediately sang to me is "...for once to lie down under the small fire of winter stars." I do get warmth from this somehow. <br /><br />I have read Eating Poetry somewhere before but no longer remember where...what an amazing poem!GailOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09556665956317683667noreply@blogger.com