“The night whose sable breast relieves the stark white stars is no less lovely being dark” ~ sadly can’t recall who wrote this, something remembered from times ago, of course sometimes things do go bump!! in the night
I found it! Wonderful choice in works! "From the Dark Tower By Countee Cullen
(To Charles S. Johnson) We shall not always plant while others reap The golden increment of bursting fruit, Not always countenance, abject and mute, That lesser men should hold their brothers cheap; Not everlastingly while others sleep Shall we beguile their limbs with mellow flute, Not always bend to some more subtle brute; We were not made eternally to weep.
The night whose sable breast relieves the stark, White stars is no less lovely being dark, And there are buds that cannot bloom at all In light, but crumple, piteous, and fall; So in the dark we hide the heart that bleeds, And wait, and tend our agonizing seeds."
Countee Cullen, “From the Dark Tower” from My Soul’s High Song: The Collected Writings of Countee Cullen.
Ha … I should have done what you did here oh lazy me. I’m impressed that you did so to share the whole thing with my mind again. All prompted by your own good write where words do as they always should to bring our minds alight … well done!! Happy Easter Time
No, I don't think you are lazy lol I sin of inquisitiveness, the words you quoted peeked my curiosity because I found them interesting, I went looking for the piece and author and became enthralled with the authors biography; to my shame I had never heard of him even though I lived in New York City many years. Happy Easter to you my friend, may it be merry and in good company.
I do like the old gold shade and the font you’ve used. I was also prompted to investigate good Mr Cullen in the depth you did, a fine man of words indeed of whom I shall read much more beyond that line that stayed within my mind from other times. And so to the hitherto unknown sin of inquisitiveness, Ha! I liked that very much and with your permit shall include it somewhere within my next piece which labours long and slow and of which I fear may read just so. The New York you speak of sounds very far away from now? My great thanks to you kind friend
Good sir, you may use what ever snippet of the comment you wish, I am sure your next epic will probably be as fine as the last if not better. Yes, it was long time ago, I was in N.Y.City in 1996; I since then have been to many different countries and at least as many cities, I am a weary globe trotter, my job makes it so. Thank you for the complements of the changes to the page and You are most welcome.
A job you have then and no mistake, I would hear of it with interest it you felt it so, my great thanks regards your snippets, as for good or better, encouragement besets, fair wind to you and in the meantime I shall do my level best :)
I enjoyed your write upon the theme of night, it's mystery ever holds us so.
ReplyDeleteSo happy that you enjoyed this piece, it was fun to create, We are aren't we, fascinated with the night all the things there in?
Delete“The night whose sable breast relieves the stark white stars is no less lovely being dark” ~ sadly can’t recall who wrote this, something remembered from times ago, of course sometimes things do go bump!! in the night
ReplyDeleteI found it! Wonderful choice in works!
Delete"From the Dark Tower
By Countee Cullen
(To Charles S. Johnson)
We shall not always plant while others reap
The golden increment of bursting fruit,
Not always countenance, abject and mute,
That lesser men should hold their brothers cheap;
Not everlastingly while others sleep
Shall we beguile their limbs with mellow flute,
Not always bend to some more subtle brute;
We were not made eternally to weep.
The night whose sable breast relieves the stark,
White stars is no less lovely being dark,
And there are buds that cannot bloom at all
In light, but crumple, piteous, and fall;
So in the dark we hide the heart that bleeds,
And wait, and tend our agonizing seeds."
Countee Cullen, “From the Dark Tower” from My Soul’s High Song: The Collected Writings of Countee Cullen.
Ha … I should have done what you did here oh lazy me. I’m impressed that you did so to share the whole thing with my mind again. All prompted by your own good write where words do as they always should to bring our minds alight … well done!! Happy Easter Time
ReplyDeleteNo, I don't think you are lazy lol I sin of inquisitiveness, the words you quoted peeked my curiosity because I found them interesting, I went looking for the piece and author and became enthralled with the authors biography; to my shame I had never heard of him even though I lived in New York City many years. Happy Easter to you my friend, may it be merry and in good company.
DeleteI do like the old gold shade and the font you’ve used. I was also prompted to investigate good Mr Cullen in the depth you did, a fine man of words indeed of whom I shall read much more beyond that line that stayed within my mind from other times. And so to the hitherto unknown sin of inquisitiveness, Ha! I liked that very much and with your permit shall include it somewhere within my next piece which labours long and slow and of which I fear may read just so. The New York you speak of sounds very far away from now? My great thanks to you kind friend
ReplyDeleteGood sir, you may use what ever snippet of the comment you wish, I am sure your next epic will probably be as fine as the last if not better. Yes, it was long time ago, I was in N.Y.City in 1996; I since then have been to many different countries and at least as many cities, I am a weary globe trotter, my job makes it so. Thank you for the complements of the changes to the page and You are most welcome.
DeleteA job you have then and no mistake, I would hear of it with interest it you felt it so, my great thanks regards your snippets, as for good or better, encouragement besets, fair wind to you and in the meantime I shall do my level best :)
ReplyDelete