Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Spring

Spring! And Earth is like a child
who has learned many poems by heart.
For the trouble of that long learning
she wins the prize.

Her teacher was strict. We loved the white
of the old man's beard. Now we can ask her
the many names of green, of blue,
and she knows them, she knows them!

Earth, school is out now. You're free
to play with the children. We'll catch you,
joyous Earth. The happiest will catch you!

All that the teacher taught her—the many thoughts
pressed now into roots and long
tough stems: she sings! She sings!

--Ranier Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus I, 21

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All photos by me, except for 2 and 4, which are by my friend, Corie.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Guest Post: Elita from Blacktating on Scevole de Sainte-Marthe

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And I, for suckling, no fix'd hour prescribe;
This Nature teaches best the nursing tribe:
Let her your mistress be; and when, with cries
The hungry child demand his due supplies,
Forbear not you the wish'd relief to bring
But, for his use, unlock the sacred spring:
Nor then be loath your snowy breast to bare,
That he may suck, and streaming fragrance share.

--Scevole de Sainte-Marthe, Paedotrophia, 1584

Scevole de Sainte-Marthe was a French poet who was born in 1536. This stanza is from Paedotrophia, a Latin poem in three books on pregnancy, childbirth and the caring of infants. Sainte-Marthe became interested in the care of infants after two of his own children died of small pox in infancy. He doled out what most of us today would believe to be commonsense good advice: breastfeed your baby, on demand, nurse him when he cries, keep him warm and close to you, and even once you start on solid food, remember that he still needs lots of his mother's milk.

Interestingly, Sainte-Marthe strongly disliked the use of wet nurses, which was a popular practice at the time. He asked, "What tenderness can o'er from her be known, Who, for another's child, neglects her own?"

Painting by Kate Hansen

P.S. (From Leigh): Check out Elita's wonderful blog, Blacktating, for a wealth of information and inspiration, along with thought provoking-posts that really speak to women who are passionate about breastfeeding, natural and green living and attachment parenting!

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Six Years Ago Today!

And now you are mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels 
And you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber

No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams.
You will go, we will go together, over the waters of time.
No one else will travel through the shadows with me,
Only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.

--Excerpt from And Now You Are Mine (Love Sonnet LXXXI) by Pablo Neruda