Other People’s Poetry: All too Brief

The bustle in a house

The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth, –

The sweeping up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity.

 

Emily Dickenson

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Lament for Shy Man

He would have hated this
the man who turned his face
to hedgerows rather than risk
a greeting on a country road.
It would be another death
to know the details of his life
were being discussed over
breakfast, at church gates,
in hazy snugs as far as
Moate and Mullingar.

 

Nessa O’Mahoney
Courtesy of the anthology, “The Backyards of Heaven”

April’s Top Five Videos

5. Dave Allen – the man who used to be on before the Benny Hill Show – gives you Christianity, through the eyes of a 4-year-old.

 
 

4. How to be sexy, according to Doctor Steve Rooster. Please keep in mind that this gentleman appears to take himself very seriously and, sadly, that there are probably women out there who indeed find him very sexay. How do I know that he is trying to appeal to women? Because this is the ‘cleanest’ of his videos. Click here to see a more educational segment.

 
 

3. Hit the 1:30 mark and look away from the screen for the duration of the song. Now the question I have is: Is it good because the singer is a good singer, or that the voice is coming from the body of a young Taiwanese man in a red bow-tie?

 
 

2. What David Attenborough doesn’t want you to know about spiders.

 

1. Tom Waits performing ‘The Piano Has Been Drinking’ on a 1977 talk show I’ve never heard of, for a host I find only vaguely familiar, and a co-host who’s now probably more famous than either.

 
 

Song of One Who Goes On

by David Whyte

Above Manang

What I have left behind
has not left me.
Those I have failed
have not failed me,
and those I have not loved
will love me
even in my worst.

What I have not seen
or failed to see
I leave as a gift.

The lands I have not walked
will offer their paths as I sleep.
This earth I have not loved
will hold me
even as I am laid beneath it.

To everything that is
I give everything I am not.

To the life through which
I have walked blindfold,
I give it in the sight of my weakness.

To life I give thanks for this-
one strength through great failure
with marvelous opportunity for all.