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“Autumn Thoughts” by John Greenleaf Whittier

After an unexpected absence, I am back to continue my Autumnal-themed poetry and prose postings. To celebrate, I present a poem by one of my favorite poets-you’ve guessed it(!)- dear John G. Whittier. —Ann Neilson

Autumn Thoughts
John Greenleaf Whittier

GONE hath the Spring, with all its flowers,
And gone the Summer’s pomp and show,
And Autumn, in his leafless bowers,
Is waiting for the Winter’s snow.

I said to Earth, so cold and gray,
“An emblem of myself thou art;”
“Not so,” the Earth did seem to say,
“For Spring shall warm my frozen heart.”

I soothe my wintry sleep with dreams
Of warmer sun and softer rain,
And wait to hear the sound of streams
And songs of merry birds again.

But thou, from whom the Spring hath gone,
For whom the flowers no longer blow,
Who standest blighted and forlorn,
Like Autumn waiting for the snow;

No hope is thine of sunnier hours,
Thy Winter shall no more depart;
No Spring revive thy wasted flowers,
Nor Summer warm thy frozen heart.

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Ann Neilson

Source: Ann Neilson

For a little more information about who I am, simply click on the link above.

May as well get this out there sometime.

In order to broaden my online presence, I have created both Twitter and Tumblr accounts. Feel free to keep up with me and my shenanigans by heading on over to either page—or don’t, I truly don’t mind either way. 

I’m Not Dead

It has been well over a year since my last post, a Birthday article for the beloved Charles Fenno Hoffman. Since then, I have continued my Poeana studies, but regret to say I have not had the time to properly sit down and dedicate more time to writing pieces for this blog. I will try to remedy this soon and hope to present more articles regarding literary figures and tales from Poe’s era (just as a heads up for where the content of my blog is going).

I’m wishing you all the best and will (hopefully) see you all again soon.

-Ann

The Death of a Caroline Griswold

Rufus Griswold, that jerk I mentioned a few posts back, is beginning to grow on me, which if you know me well is completely bizarre. I used to completely detest the man. Any who. Through my dear friend (whose Twitter you can find here) I was given notice of a letter that Grizzle wrote to another gentleman after his wife, Caroline, had passed away, which discusses her death. It is absolutely heartbreaking and I felt deeply compelled to share. Never have I been so moved to tears by a letter–never have I been moved by any letter, really. Anyway, here you go, I’ve posted a link to it below.

The saddest thing you will ever read. 

Mark Rothko-An Arising Obsession

I am in love with his style. Below are five of my favorite pieces of his. In a nutshell, this Latvian-born artist was a genius amidst the (what we consider now) contemporary art scene.

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Blue, Green, and Brown, 1951
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Green Over Blue, 1956
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Underground Fantasy
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Untitiled, 1940
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Untitled Painting in Red and Black, 1955

Don’t Hug me I’m Scared-My Latest Obsession

You can see the quirky videos here and here. I am pretty much head-over-heels for that clock.

Warning: these are pretty grotesque, so be prepared. They are not what they truly seem, which is what makes them ingenious, in my opinion.

I hope that everyone is having a blessed new year so far. I am SO glad 2013 is over, that was an awful year. 

An Unnamed Poem, Written By Myself

A mystical summer of dancing faeries and glowing will-o-wisps encompasses the burning heart,

fueled by the pallor of the iridescent moon above.

Ocean waves echo hands gently strumming

the harp in one’s soul,

a raw, gentle movement stirring within.

Shall you too join in the choreographed ballet,

the waltz,

the native dance of heart and harp,

of moon and ocean,

of faeries and will-o-wisps?

Tranquility draws into dewdrops forming a haunting,

melancholy mist over all who watch or weep, who dance or sleep tonight.

Time stops and stirs,

et la danse de la nuit est éternelle.

(Author’s note: please let me know what you think! It’s still in the works, I think.)

Tonight, I Perform

I will be acting in a one act play alongside another good friend of mine. We will be performing Watermelon Boats, an adorable play that takes a serious turn on life and growing up, also exploring key themes of friendship and abortion. 

Please wish me luck-er-that I break a leg. 

Oaken Reed

Wander with me awhile. Ponder with me awhile.

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