tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32837495.post9000672818946573960..comments2023-09-20T09:24:09.285-05:00Comments on Jimmy's Head: Honester than that...Jimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05110265305164640811noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32837495.post-72817366656026664542011-03-21T13:39:06.809-05:002011-03-21T13:39:06.809-05:00Emile, as nice as it is to have another fellow Bir...Emile, as nice as it is to have another fellow Birminghammer, I'm so sorry to hear about your father. &=( You and your sweet family will most definitely be in my prayers.<br /><br />And, thank you, Agnar for the suggestion! Beautiful imagery! I need to check out more by Mr Garborg!Jimmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05110265305164640811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32837495.post-29645499536004508632011-03-21T11:43:53.255-05:002011-03-21T11:43:53.255-05:00This has always been my favorite section of Howl. ...This has always been my favorite section of Howl. I like the image of a blanket of hugs.<br />Thank you.<br />My father's been in the ICU at UAB for the past few weeks, and these verses continue to play across my mind. The soul's airplanes roaring over the roof, and the emerging skinny legions running through the streets.<br />You are beautiful.Emilenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32837495.post-76223655567948589932011-03-21T11:39:18.807-05:002011-03-21T11:39:18.807-05:00In Norway we also like the poetrys. You'll be ...In Norway we also like the poetrys. You'll be finding this to be good I am thinking.<br />Arne Garborg is a mighty poem maker.<br />Do not fear the giant eagles they will watch over you and keep you safe. <br />"Til deg, du heid"<br /><br />by Arne Garborg<br /><br />To you, you Heath<br /><br />To you, you Heath and pale Moor<br />with Menyanthes<br />Where the Heron flies and Plovers rise<br />I give my verse.<br /><br />To you, you withering Heather on Hills<br />Where Dreams float,<br />I give my Song of Dimd and Draug<br />and dull Lives.<br /><br />*<br /><br />I know you, you Trollhome gray,<br />you shadowy Night!<br />I ran scared; but yet again<br />must I see you again.<br /><br />I know you, you thundering sea<br />with evil song;<br />You gave me terror and deep fear<br />so many a time.<br /><br />I know the strife, hard and slow<br />against Witchcrafts grasp.<br />God help us with our broken bones<br />and the fall of Men!<br /><br />*<br /><br />I know you - I know you,<br />who did not win! -<br />I saw your Fight, I know your Way<br />In the Shadow-lands.<br /><br />I felt the ugly Strife myself<br />for many Years,<br />with Courage strong, with Backs bent,<br />with large Wounds.<br /><br />You Float around me, you by me sit,<br />you poor Spirit!<br />Inside me you still pull and tear<br />at your bonds.<br /><br />I know it well: the strong Trolls,<br />the powerful Will;<br />A Boat in a Waterfall, a Song in Minor,<br />extinguished in a Scream.<br /><br />*<br /><br />But the Lark rises from forgotten Graves<br />with Victory's Song;<br />and the gentle Wind flows from the Sea<br />so fresh and mild.<br /><br />And if we feel Sorrow and Fear<br />and Longing sow,<br />We must believe the Lark's Song,<br />that promises a new Spring.Agnar Løvdaashttp://www.marvunapp.com/Appendix/agnar.htmnoreply@blogger.com