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DWill:

That is too bad, about the men. What's going on there, do you think?
Well, we women could arrange a get together in a pub now and again. But you couldn't meet a man in a pub.....it would seem like a dangerous liaison.

Anyway, I just remember that where we had been colleagues who really liked and enjoyed one another's company.....when it didn't happen to be a work situation....it just didn't seem right. I don't think I would have liked my husband to be going out to meet a female ex-colleague for drinks, whereas I don't mind in the least when he meets the men he worked with. He would certainly not have been pleased if the position was reversed either.

I used to love this song from the musical 'Flower Drum Song' - and I still love it:-

Now that we're going to be married,
I keep imagining things,
Things that can happen to people,
When they are wearing gold rings:

Being together each morning,
Sharing our coffee and toast.
That's only one of the pictures.
Here's what I picture most.

Sunday, sweet Sunday,
With nothing to do,
Lazy and lovely,
My one day with you.

Hazy and happy,
We'll drift through the day,
Dreaming the hours away.

While all the funny papers lie or fly around the place
I will try my kisses on your funny face.

Dozing, then waking,
On Sunday you'll see...
On...ly... me!

Sunday, sweet Sunday,
On Sunday you'll see...
On...ly... me!
Only those become weary of angling who bring nothing to it but the idea of catching fish.

He was born with the gift of laughter and a sense that the world is mad....

Rafael Sabatini
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Good day to everyone. I have a fun reason to post this Robert Frost, besides it being one of my all time favorite poems. One of my passwords at work is due to expire and so it is time for me to make up a new one. A trick I use to help me create a password as well as to remember it after, is to find a way to create a sentence with the letters and numbers. So there I am at my desk playing around with 4= for, B= be, 8= infinity (you figure out why), etc to come up with yet another dumb sentence to use as my password, when aha, it occurred to me to use lines from poetry! Well, actually I think I looked up to see the poem that I have posted up in my cubical - the Robert Frost that follows.

The Pasture
By Robert Frost
I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha'n't be gone long.—You come too.

I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother. It's so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha'n't be gone long.—You come too.

I can't give away everything but - Ucm2! Fun, right? I am making dinner and sipping a glass of wine as I am posting (queen of multitasking, to my own detriment, I think and maybe yours too tonight). As I was composing my post I had a side thought - William Carlos Williams - another favorite poet of mine - This is Just to Say, in my mind it is a perfect fit to the Frost and another great candidate for passwords.

This Is Just To Say
William Carlos Williams, 1883 - 1963

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

4gvMss&s32 - Either I am on to something or I'm off my rocker. Before I close, anyone have a guess or a feel for why these poems are paired in my mine? I am asking because I want to see if they evoke a similar something in another person as they do for me.
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How much wine?? :wink:
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DWill wrote:How much wine?? :wink:
Enough to come up with 4gvMss&s32 and to find a compelling connection between the Frost and the Williams poems :lol:
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Nope, I can't get the connection - but I do like both poems - as both are quite rural, countryside genre..

They reminded me a bit of this favourite Edward Thomas poem:-

TALL nettles cover up, as they have done
These many springs, the rusty harrow, the plough
Long worn out, and the roller made of stone:
Only the elm butt tops the nettles now.

This corner of the farmyard I like most:
As well as any bloom upon a flower
I like the dust on the nettles, never lost
Except to prove the sweetness of a shower.

As for passwords - they are a nightmare for me - I have four which I use all the time.....except that they want numbers and characters - and then I just throw my laptop up into the air and swear......


Joke:

Today I opened a new email account, I always use the same password: "cabbage". It's easy to remember. But it seems the computer had other plans...


Please enter your new password:

"cabbage"

Sorry, the password must be more than 8 characters.

"boiled cabbage"

Sorry, the password must contain 1 numerical character.

"1 boiled cabbage"

Sorry, the password cannot have blank spaces.

"50bloodyboiledcabbages"

Sorry, the password must contain at least one upper case character.

"50BLOODYboiledcabbages"

Sorry, the password cannot use more than one upper case character consecutively.

"50BloodyBoiledCabbagesShovedUpYourArse,
IfYouDon'tGiveMeAccessnow”

Sorry, the password cannot contain punctuation.

“ReallyPissedOff50BloodyBoiledCabbagesShovedUpYourArseIf
YouDontGiveMeAccessnow”

Sorry, that password is already in use.
Only those become weary of angling who bring nothing to it but the idea of catching fish.

He was born with the gift of laughter and a sense that the world is mad....

Rafael Sabatini
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Penelope your joke actually made me laugh out loud and if I'd not been at worker when I read it (shhh) it would have been a ROFLOL. As for the connection between the two poems. You pretty much have the main one - both are kind of rural in tone. Here are my associates that connect the poems.

1. both have a sense of coolness - Williams: opening the icebox in the summer and he also says the plums are "so coo." Frost: the coolness that one would feel at a spring. I would also add a sense of freshness, as in the freshness of a summer day in the countryside. (as Penelope said, pastoral).
2. There is water in both: plums are juicy and the spring has water.
3. They are both very intimate: Williams an apology to his wife and Frost is an invitation.
4. The language in both the language is simple and direct. And both are written as if the poet is speaking directly to an unseen other.
5. The both make me feel the same happy feeling - I am the important other being invited in.
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Robert Frost and Edward Thomas were buddies, too, and the similarity of some of their poems is obvious.

The relationship was much closer than I've indicated. If you don't know about it (as I didn't, in any detail) you might find this very interesting.

http://www.theguardian.com/books/2011/j ... mas-poetry
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Well I do feel gratified. I didn't know there was a link between Frost and Thomas.

I hadn't heard of Robert Frost until I joined the Poetry forum on here. But I have loved Edward Thomas's poetry for a long time.

Thanks for the link DW! We get the Guardian Newspaper every day, and I think the item comes from one of the weekend Reviews, which I don't always read, so I missed it.

I haven't read it all yet, but I'm keeping the link.
Only those become weary of angling who bring nothing to it but the idea of catching fish.

He was born with the gift of laughter and a sense that the world is mad....

Rafael Sabatini
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Guantanamera, Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, Guajira Guantanamera

Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas.
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas.
Y antes de morir me quiero
Echar mis versos del alma.

Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera,
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.

Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmнn encendido.
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmнn encendido.
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo.

The words mean "I am a truthful man from the land of the palm trees.
And before dying, I want to share these poems of my soul.
My poems are soft green. My poems are also flaming crimson.
My poems are like a wounded fawn seeking refuge in the forest.

The last verse says:
'Con los pobres de la tierra'.
With the poor people of this earth I want to share my fate.
The streams of the mountains please me more than the sea. "

(Background)
Por los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
Por los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
Y el arroyo de la sierra
Me complace mбs que el mar

Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera,
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.
ahhhh women of guantanamo, how blessed you are!
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youkrst wrote:
Guantanamera, Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, Guajira Guantanamera.....
Thanks for posting youkrst. I had to look it up to full understand what you'd posted. I am going to steal right from Wiki -


"Guantanamera" (Spanish: "from Guantánamo, feminine", thus "she from Guantánamo") is perhaps the best known Cuban song and that country's most noted patriotic song. In 1966, a version by American vocal group The Sandpipers, based on an arrangement by Pete Seeger, became an international hit.

The lyrics to the song, as sung by José Fernández, are about a woman from Guantánamo, with whom he had a romantic relationship, and who eventually left him. The alleged real story behind these lyrics (or at least one of many versions of the song's origin that Fernández suggested during his lifetime) is that she did not have a romantic interest in him, but merely a platonic one.

Another history behind the chorus and its lyrics ("Guantanamera … / Guajira Guantanamera …") is similar: García claimed he was at a street corner with a group of friends and made a pass (a pick-up line like "your mother made you good", "you came from a star", or piropo in Spanish) to a woman who walked by the group. She answered back rather harshly, offended by the pass. Stunned, he could not take his mind off her reaction while his friends made fun of him; later that day, sitting at a piano with his friends near him, he wrote the song's main refrain.

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