Nina Joan

Category: poetry

| then followed that beautiful season… summer…|


Then followed that beautiful season… Summer….

Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape

Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

| that freedom bold |


| how does the meadow flower its bloom unfold? because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold | 

~William Wordsworth 

| if winter comes, can spring be far behind? | 


| if winter comes, can spring be far behind? | 

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

| every flower | 

| ‘Tis my faith that every flower

Enjoys the air it breathes! |

~William Wordsworth 

| to autumn | 


| season of mists and mellow fruitfulness | 

To Autumn by John Keats 

| these are the hues of the land  I love | 

  

| these are the hues of the land that I love |

 ~ Dorothea Mackellar

| there is a path | 

  

over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley 

~ Theodore Roethke

| there is a path |

  

although it may not be seen from the valley. over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley 

~ Theodore Roethke

| o radiant morning | 

  

| o radiant morning | ~ William Blake 

| breathe a prayer |

  

To one who has been long in city pent,

‘Tis very sweet to look into the fair

And open face of heaven, – to breathe a prayer

Full in the smile of the blue firmament.

John Keats ~ Sonnet XIV

| in search of undiscovered skies |

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| in search of undiscovered skies |

~ Henry Kendall

| the road goes ever on and on |

  
| The Road goes ever on and on,

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can |

~ J. R. R. Tolkien

‘my soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea’

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‘My soul is full of longing
for the secret of the sea,
and the heart of the great ocean
sends a thrilling pulse through me.’

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 

when all the leaves are gold

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Lo! I am come to autumn, When all the leaves are gold;

~ G.K. Chesterton

 Lo! farewell to the autumn,  winter now brings the cold;

~ Nina Joan

 

every leaf speaks bliss to me

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Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

 

~ Fall, leaves, fall’ by Emily Brontë

the woods are lovely, dark, and deep

 

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The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

~ Robert Frost
From ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’

Lest We Forget ~ 100 Years of ANZAC

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“They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.”

~The Ode from ‘For the Fallen’

100 Years of ANZAC

(Australia and New Zealand Army Corps)

the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown

 

“… the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown …”

~ John Keats

I saw the beauty go

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I saw the beauty go,

The beauty that, in a stream,

Flowed through the breadth of the land

Like the fenceless foot of a dream.

~Mary Gilmore

‘much have I travell’d in the realms of gold’

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Today was a rainy day. It was some pleasant relief from the heat and humidity. Days like these call for quiet and cozy moments to read one of my favourite poets John Keats. The title of this post is the first line of the poem “On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer”

Jacarandas

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The lavender jacarandas make October so beautiful.
New Farm Park, Brisbane

My Country

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My Country
By Dorothea Mackellar

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror
The wide brown land for me!

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