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Hello fellow poet members, I am new here at Allpoetry and hope to obtain many lovely musings and fellow poet friends...I am a newly published poetess in the trilogy series of The Baker's Dozen, volume one edition, released 2007. I have only recently been added to Poetry Magazine's list of current poets, for which I am deeply honoured, with just one of my most favoutrite poems "He Comes To Me" posted here on site. I mostly write classical poetry with an influence of archaic verbiage 'twined within many of my poems. I am a romantic poetess by nature and mostly excel in the Quatrain poetry style, tho' I am also fond of Japanese poetry and dabble a tad in pious melody, biblical accordances and spiritual litanies. My wish is that you enjoy my poetry, as I am sure I will be quite enamoured by others. May poetry be the words which sail through your dreams and speak through your hearts~


~Poetry are words scribed from the heart and soul of the poet...imagery transcended through mind and emotion...expressed through the spiritual muse~poetesscribe1



...just a few favourites, as to why I enjoy poetry...who couldn't, with classics such a these?...xoxo...enjoy!


Sonnet 1 John Milton


O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy Spray
Warbl'st at eeve, when all the Woods are still,
Thou with fresh hope the Lovers heart dost fill,
While the jolly hours lead on propitious May,

Thy liquid notes that close the eye of Day,
First heard before the shallow Cuccoo's bill
Portend success in love; O if Jove's will
Have linkt that amorous power to thy soft lay,

Now timely sing, ere the rude Bird of Hate
Foretell my hopeles doom in som Grove ny
As thou from yeer to yeer hast sung too late

For my relief; yet hadst no reason why,
Whether the Muse, or Love call thee his mate,
Both them I serve, and of their train am I.


Edmund Spenser (1552-1599)
Amoretti LXXV:


One Day I Wrote Her Name Upon The Strand

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey
"Vain man," said she, "that dost in vain assay
A mortal thing so to immortalize;
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eke my name be wiped out likewise."
"Not so," (quod I) "let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:
My verse your vertues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens write your glorious name:
Where whenas death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew."


William Blake


To the Muses


Whether on Ida's shady brow,
Or in the chambers of the East,
The chambers of the sun, that now
From ancient melody have ceas'd;

Whether in Heav'n ye wander fair,
Or the green corners of the earth,
Or the blue regions of the air,
Where the melodious winds have birth;

Whether on crystal rocks ye rove,
Beneath the bosom of the sea
Wand'ring in many a coral grove,
Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry!

How have you left the ancient love
That bards of old enjoy'd in you!
The languid strings do scarcely move!
The sound is forc'd, the notes are few!


Comments: "Fair Nine" recognizes the Nine muses...Dactyli, is a group of mythological beings who lived on Mount Ida. The Dactyli protected the infant Zeus after the nymph Ida hid and raised the god on the mountain. Other mythological accounts say that the Dactyli were Ida's children by Zeus.