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Nancy Simpson's LIVING ABOVE THE FROST LINE, New and Selected Poems was published by Carolina Wren Press (N.C. Laureate Series, 2010.) She is the author of ACROSS WATER and NIGHT STUDENT, State Street Press, still available on WWW at Alibris and Books Again. Her poems have been published in Southern Poetry Review, Prairie Schooner, The Georgia Review and other literary magazines. "Carolina Bluebirds" was published in THE POETS GUIDE TO THE BIRDS, Anhinga Press). "Grass" was reprinted in the 50th Anniversary Issue of Southern Poetry Review: DON'T LEAVE HUNGRY ( U.of Arkansas Press.) Seven poems were reprinted in the textbook, SOUTHERN APPALACHIAN POETRY,(McFarland.) Two poems were published in SOLO CAFE, Two more poems were published in SOLO NOVO."In the Nantahala Gorge" was published in Pisgah Review. "Studying Winter" was reprinted in Pirene's Fountain Anthology and "The Collection" in Collecting Life Anthology. Most recently, Southern Poetry Review Edited by James Smith, published "Our Great Depression," and The Southern Poetry Anthology Vol. VII: NORTH CAROLINA,Edited by William Wright, reprinted "Leaving in the Dead of Winter."

Saturday, December 4, 2010

TREE WALKING ON OLD CHERRY MOUNTAIN TRAIL

TREE WALK


TREE HUGS MOTHER TREE



MANY TREES WALK ALONG SIDE OF  THE OLD MOUNTAIN TRAIL






BLESS THE TREES IN THIS SEASON OF CHANGE



This is not poetry, I'm sure you know.  But, I will bring you to poetry if given the slightest chance.

This is simply, as Wallace Stevens has said, the triumph of the mighty imagination, and I would add the triumph of imagination for me on this dreary day in the southern Appalachian mountains, made possible by my computer and my i Photo.

A major poet I studied, one who greatly influenced me, is Wallace Stevens, who wrote: "We never arrive intellectually. But emotionally we arrive constantly (as in poetry, happiness, high mountains, vistas.)" from "Adagia" by Wallace Stevens.


Puella Parvula by Wallace Stevens

Every thread of summer is at last unwoven.
By one caterpillar is great Africa devoured
And Gibraltar is dissolved like spit in the wind.

But over the wind, over the legends of its roaring,
The elephant on the roof and its elephantine blaring,
The bloody lion in the yard at night or ready to spring

From the clouds in the midst of trembling trees
Making a great gnashing, over the water wallows
Of a vacant sea declaiming with wide throat,

Over all these things the mighty imagination triumphs
Like a trumpet and says, in this season of memory,
When leaves fall like things mournful of the past,

Keep quite in the heart, O wild bitch, O mind
Gone wild, be what  he tells you to be: Puella.
Write pax across the window pane. And then

Be still. The summarium in excelsis begins...
Flame, sound, fury, composed ... Hear what he says,
The dauntless master, as he starts the human tale.

Poem by Wallace Stevens. (Do not copy)


Do let "the mighty imagination"triumph.

post by Nancy Simpson

3 comments:

Joan Ellen Gage said...

I liked the imagery of your photos and words. Yes, there is poetry lurking there.

The poem by Wallace Stevens was brilliant. I must read it a dozen times.

Nancy Simpson said...

Hello Joan Ellen. It is so good to hear from you. It's cold here now. Yes, the hard freeze finally got everything.

I'm happy you enjoyed that post. I thought, well, there will be no comments on this one. Thanks.

Anonymous said...

hi, new to the site, thanks.