Ring Out, Wild Bells (Tennyson)

“Ring Out, Wild Bells”
(1850) by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more,
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.

So …

This Is What You Get When…

1.  You can’t breathe because of smoke from the wildfires and
2. You’re housebound  5 months because of the pandemic and
2.  Your brothers are looking Hurricane Laura in the eye and
3.  You have a president who doesn’t believe in climate change or medical experts and
4.  You text your sister, in Mississippi, asking what’s up with your brothers and
5.  She replies:

6.  So you assume all is well.

Ellespeth

Free Association’s Path – A Poem

We do not need a president ripping open already raw healing wounds and leading us to one side or the other. Well I don’t know about you but I sure as hell don’t need it.

Right now
I just want a Sugar Daddy
to tell me

there, there Baby
everything’s gonna be alright

and I wanna be lost
in some space and time
where I still believed
that could ever be true.

Ellespeth

When Selfies Were Rocket Science

We are working on our photo album.  This one, of my husband and his big brother, should win a prize.

Circa 1950:  How To Take A Selfie

1) Wait for Mom to go to the grocery
2) Have brother help you take down the bathroom medicine cabinet mirror
3) Bring that down to the back yard and prop it up
4) Get the camera
5) Lay on the ground. Face the mirror. Take your picture.

Ellespeth

2020

“Every record has been destroyed or falsified, every book rewritten, every picture has been repainted, every statue and street building has been renamed, every date has been altered. And the process is continuing day by day and minute by minute. History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the Party is always right.” – George Orwell 1984

Ellespeth