Sunday, 31 January 2021

Poem 29


 

Counting calories,

rationing every bite.

Dedication pays

8 comments:

  1. I don't count calories but I keep to a small plate, no sugar, no snacking and I can feel the benefits already after just over 3 weeks of it.

    XO
    WWW

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    1. Sugar is my weakness! And snacking. Well, a bunch of things really 🙄

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  2. Commitment to anything pays dividends. Which I need to remember and practise.

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    1. Commitment sometimes feels like a restraint. I wish I could eat like I did at 20 but I moved a lot more those days

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  3. Too thin to count calories, I am still counting syllables, and found 17 for your enjoyment:

    On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
    His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves -

    The Wrekin is a hill rising on the Shropshire plain, facing the Black Mountains of Wales: I see it from the other side, driving in Cheltenham, where my sister lives.
    The Severn is the longest river in England and runs through the West Midlands and Wales.

    The gale, it plies the saplings double,
    And thick on Severn snow the leaves.

    Read online a succinct critique:
    What is the gist of what on Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble by AE Housman.
    enotes by Karen PL Hardison.

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    1. I'll try to give it a look 🙂

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    2. How about reducing one's favourite poems to 17 syllables?

      I sit in one of the dives
      On Fifty-second Street
      Uncertain and

      Auden's *1, September 1939* about which Ian Sansom has written a splendid book, now in paperback.
      Read The Guardian online ...
      *The Right Poem for the Wrong Time: WH Auden's 1, September 1939.*
      Ian Samson. 31 August 2019.

      Auden is the right poet for these wrong times. He keeps his nerve, the man *made of Eros and of dust*.

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    3. I was correct first time: it is Ian Sansom not Samson.

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