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Sunday, December 12, 2010

The Stary Night - John Masefield

That starry Night when Christ was born,
The shepherds watched by Dead Man’s Thorn;
They shared their supper with the dogs,
And watched the sparks flick from the logs
Where the coppings from the holly burned.
  Then the dogs growled, and faced turned
To horsemen, coming from the hill.
  A Captain called to them, ‘Keep still…
We’re riding, seeking for a sign
Than human beings are divine…
Is there such marvel, hereabout?
  The shepherds said, ‘Us don’t know nowt.
We’re Mr Jones’s shepherd chaps.
Old Mr Jones might know, perhaps…
But if you’ve come this country road,
You’ve passed his house and never knowed.
There’s someone in the town might know;
A mile on, keeping as you go’.
  Long after all had disappeared,
More horsemen (from the woodland), neared;
And one, a King, with a dark skin,
Cried, ‘Friends, are gods and men akin?
A wonder tells of this, they say.
Is it near here? Is this the way?’
  ‘Why, no’ the shepherds said….’Perhaps.
We’re Mr. Jones’s shepherd chaps.
Old Mr. Jones would know, I wis,
But he’ll be gone to bed  by this.
  After the troop had passed away
A third came (from the River way)
And cried, ‘Good friends, we seek to find
Some guidance for the questing mind,
Eternity, in all this Death,
Some life out-living flesh and breath.
Can we find this, the way we ride?
  ‘You’d better picket down and bide,’
The shepherds said ‘And rest your bones.
We’re shepherds here to Mr. Jones.
When morning comes, you ask of he,
For he’d know more of that than we.
We’re only shepherds here; so bide.’
  ‘We cannot wait’ the horseman cried.
‘Life cannot wait; Death cannot stay;
This midnight is our only day.
Push on, friends; shepherd all, farewell.
This living without Life is Hell’.
  The clatter of the horse-hoofs failed,
Along the wood a barn-owl wailed;
The small mice rustled in the wood;
The stars burned in their multitude.
  Meanwhile, within the little town,
The camping horsemen settled down;
The horses drank at stream and fed
On chaff, from nose-bags, picketed.
The men rolled blankets out, and stretched;
Black Nim their hard cheese supper fetched;
Then, after spirit from the gourd,
Each turned to sleep without a word,
But shortly roused again to curse
A some-one calling for a nurse
To help a woman in her woe.
  All this was very long ago.

28 comments:

  1. oh i love this and you look cute! (it rhymes! good start to make a poem LOL) XXXX ♥

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  2. I can't join the competition because it's only for US and Hawaii citizens.. so I only receive 5 dollars :)
    And that's only when someone makes an order by Ebates..

    With love, Samm

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  3. I actually really like this poem, its flows really well

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  4. Sarbatori fericite, scumpa mea !
    Cu drag,
    Odorica

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  5. I ' ve never seen a blog like yours!
    So original! I tried to understand some of the poems haha!
    And thank you for your words! Xoxo

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  6. very long ago indeed... very long ago I started reading this poem and I just finished now.

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  7. I don't know if a landlord in Judea 2000 years ago would be named Mr Jones :]

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  9. A bit too close to the Rupert the Bear Annual for my taste.

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  10. @thechamp LOL!

    @la mi thx for stoping by dear <3

    @sucio i thought kinda the same thing, but it is almost xmas time soo =] might as well make a few ppl smile

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  11. well that was a happy poem wasnt it

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  12. hey sweet thanks so much for coming by and left a comment :) love it :) come more often please :) xxx

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  13. mmm very sweet and deep =) good christmasy poem!

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  14. Ah, a classic poem. I am actually a bit unfamiliar since I don't memorize poems word for word.

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  15. beautiful poem. thanks for posting!

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  16. made me laugh :) unexpected but great christmas poem.

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  17. this kind of lifted me from my Bah!Humbug! mood...kind of.

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