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On the PathThree times lately on my walk in the hills behind the houseI have come across an elderly man in company with a lolloping dog:A youngster, white and yellow like a polar bear, mild-eyed and foolish,Coming back repeatedly from short cuts into the undergrowth for pretend discipline and conversation ?Mild ironies at his expense, he seems to understand, answered by urine on the creosote bush.These are real hills, and the man looks frail. How much medicationAre the two of us taking? No chemical damper needed, it seems, on the dog?sAnxiety about whatever it is lurking inside the chrysalis ?White and yellow like a burnt manuscript ? of an owl?s efficient turd.Easy to guess what the old man and I most envyIn the snuffling going on at the side of the path.Not the creature?s inquisitiveness, precisely (the two of us still want to see the Taj Mahal),Not its optimism, not its wild overestimate of the size of things,Not even doom taking the form of a picked-over skeleton;No, more the dog?s certainty that we and our kind have uses,And, above all, his lack of concern with the childhood ?Charts of the planets, lost balls, broken windows, hot drinks in bed ?We agree, with a glance, passed us by.T. J. ClarkThe Threepenny Review100th IssueWinter 2005

Two Poems:A Needle in the SkyThere is a needle in the sky Being threaded now, but the thread is blue:That is why you cannot see it Threading its way. When all is said and doneIt will keep sewing ? as long As a tiny knot remains, as long as somethingWhets the tip whenever the knot Happens to untie, as long as the sunArouses the wind that catches The thread again, twisting an end so thatIt may begin. There is a needle Pulling a thread through your veins,A needle pulling the sap From the root to the bole, a threadPulling a bird to a tree ? Tugging your heart as soon as you believeThere is nothing left. There is a glistening filament, a coldInstrument making its way From once upon a time to now,To tomorrow. Maybe the sun Is a giant spool, maybe the needleCannot rest until it runs Out of light, maybe a star is a randomStitch unraveling . . . Until a needle runs out of thread,It is impossible to look Into its eye.As Long as There Is Wind in the TreesThey happen to be beside each other, and so they touchFor no apparent reason. Reason enough. They happenTo be beside each other. So they touch. For usIt is not like this, though timorous shadows tellAn arm to move, a head to turn, sensing somethingNear, someone who may be one of the ones who,For no apparent reason, will move away or turn,Stirring a storm, giving it room to toil, one for whom,For a time everlasting or brief, you will be the leaf,The bole, the bee, the light, and the other way aroundIf you are lucky: if you happen to be in town,Out of change, by a brook, in the mood, near a shopProclaiming a host of spices in a tongue withoutAn alphabet, a tongue whose sound is the changingShade of a cloud, the scent of iron rising after rain,Curtains of rain opening, pouring down.Phillis LevinThe Kenyon Review

I 'm very like this poem of william .it's a romantic period of UK standard man.any one like the romantic poems of this period.

William Wordsworth - Resolution And Independence I There was a roaring in the wind all night; The rain came heavily and fell in floods; But now the sun is rising calm and bright; The birds are singing in the distant woods; Over his own sweet voice the Stock-dove broods; The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters; And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters. II All things that love the sun are out of doors; The sky rejoices in the morning's birth; The grass is bright with rain-drops;--on the moors The hare is running races in her mirth; And with her feet she from the plashy earth Raises a mist, that, glittering in the sun, Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run. III I was a Traveller then upon the moor, I saw the hare that raced about with joy; I heard the woods and distant waters roar; Or heard them not, as happy as a boy: The pleasant season did my heart employ: My old remembrances went from me wholly; And all the ways of men, so vain and melancholy. IV But, as it sometimes chanceth, from the might Of joy in minds that can no further go, As high as we have mounted in delight In our dejection do we sink as low; To me that morning did it happen so; And fears and fancies thick upon me came; Dim sadness--and blind thoughts, I knew not, nor could name. V I heard the sky-lark warbling in the sky; And I bethought me of the playful hare: Even such a happy Child of earth am I; Even as these blissful creatures do I fare; Far from the world I walk, and from all care; But there may come another day to me-- Solitude, pain of heart, distress, and poverty. VI My whole life I have lived in pleasant thought, As if life's business were a summer mood; As if all needful things would come unsought To genial faith, still rich in genial good; But how can He expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all? VII I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride; Of Him who walked in glory and in joy Following his plough, along the mountain-side: By our own spirits are we deified: We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness. VIII Now, whether it were by peculiar grace, A leading from above, a something given, Yet it befell, that, in this lonely place, When I with these untoward thoughts had striven, Beside a pool bare to the eye of heaven I saw a Man before me unawares: The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs. IX As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense: Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself; X Such seemed this Man, not all alive nor dead, Nor all asleep--in his extreme old age: His body was bent double, feet and head Coming together in life's pilgrimage; As if some dire constraint of pain, or rage Of sickness felt by him in times long past, A more than human weight upon his frame had cast. XI Himself he propped, limbs, body, and pale face, Upon a long grey staff of shaven wood: And, still as I drew near with gentle pace, Upon the margin of that moorish flood Motionless as a cloud the old Man stood, That heareth not the loud winds when they call And moveth all together, if it move at all. XII At length, himself unsettling, he the pond Stirred with his staff, and fixedly did look Upon the muddy water, which he conned, As if he had been reading in a book: And now a stranger's privilege I took; And, drawing to his side, to him did say, "This morning gives us promise of a glorious day." XIII A gentle answer did the old Man make, In courteous speech which forth he slowly drew: And him with further words I thus bespake, "What occupation do you there pursue? This is a lonesome place for one like you." Ere he replied, a flash of mild surprise Broke from the sable orbs of his yet-vivid eyes, XIV His words came feebly, from a feeble chest, But each in solemn order followed each, With something of a lofty utterance drest-- Choice word and measured phrase, above the reach Of ordinary men; a stately speech; Such as grave Livers do in Scotland use, Religious men, who give to God and man their dues. XV He told, that to these waters he had come To gather leeches, being old and poor: Employment hazardous and wearisome! And he had many hardships to endure: From pond to pond he roamed, from moor to moor; Housing, with God's good help, by choice or chance, And in this way he gained an honest maintenance. XVI The old Man still stood talking by my side; But now his voice to me was like a stream Scarce heard; nor word from word could I divide; And the whole body of the Man did seem Like one whom I had met with in a dream; Or like a man from some far region sent, To give me human strength, by apt admonishment. XVII My former thoughts returned: the fear that kills; And hope that is unwilling to be fed; Cold, pain, and labour, and all fleshly ills; And mighty Poets in their misery dead. --Perplexed, and longing to be comforted, My question eagerly did I renew, "How is it that you live, and what is it you do?" XVIII He with a smile did then his words repeat; And said, that, gathering leeches, far and wide He travelled; stirring thus about his feet The waters of the pools where they abide. "Once I could meet with them on every side; But they have dwindled long by slow decay; Yet still I persevere, and find them where I may." XIX While he was talking thus, the lonely place, The old Man's shape, and speech--all troubled me: In my mind's eye I seemed to see him pace About the weary moors continually, Wandering about alone and silently. While I these thoughts within myself pursued, He, having made a pause, the same discourse renewed. XX And soon with this he other matter blended, Cheerfully uttered, with demeanour kind, But stately in the main; and when he ended, I could have laughed myself to scorn to find In that decrepit Man so firm a mind. "God," said I, "be my help and stay secure; I'll think of the Leech-gatherer on the lonely moor!"

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