Joshua's Poetry Megathread

  • I wrote this on April 1st of last year after Matt 's announcement of his newborn child. His recent thread on life changes made me think of it again. The four stanzas represent the cycle of seasons of years, and of human life. Into the poetry-heap it goes!


    Echoes of Monadnock

    A fresh wind rises in the west

    And springs on hills and valleys dressed

    In green and gold with flowers blest,

    But through your eyes I see it best–


    In early summer, when you've grown

    We'll clamber up the ancient stone

    And make a little spot our own

    And gaze out from a starlit throne


    And as the years and seasons turn

    We'll wander back o'er moss and fern

    By little streams that fall and churn

    And hear our calling voice return


    When winter snows drift on the lea

    And waning moon sinks o'er the bay

    And all the rest has worn away–

    Come back, and hear the mountains say


  • Essentially a western "haibun": a prose section capped by a brief poetic fragment -- which would be a haiku in the Japanese form. But I like the notion of doing it without trying to adhere strictly to the Japanese aesthetic. (I've tried it using a brief couplet, but this works at least as well, using the Epicurean epigram.) Well done!

  • Two Kinds of Pleasure

    There are, according to Epicurus-

    's letter,

    Two kinds (if I understand the schematic)

    Of pleasure;

    The first kind is kinetic, and happens-

    (It'd better!)

    When it happens to you. That's one, and

    The other

    Happens, or rather doesn't (it's katastematic);

    Like atar-

    Axia, it's something of a state or condition.

    Think eta 'r

    Epsilon: for the difference, by his verdict

    Is pleasure

    Active or pleasure passive. If this all seems drastic,

    Or you forget 'er,

    Then maybe you can just try to be phlegmatic.

    But what I think

    Is that the pleasure you seize and treasure

    Is better

    Than the pleasure you seek to measure.