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Archive for February 2007

I will
… you won’t
I’ll do it
… you don’t
I’m here for you
… so untrue

I…
I promise…
I promise you…
I promise you I’ll…

Empty words
That roll so easily off your tongue
When we both know
No thought
No feeling
No truth in any one of them
Platitudes
Inane
Insane
The same refrain

Why say anything
When at each vow
You stumble and fall
Better… stay silent
Say nothing at all

copyright 2007 ann raven

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

rest sad weary head

wish dear friends good health love peace

breather not goodbye

… but first, brand new pics of Boaz and Moriah, hot off the press. Just over two weeks till I see them again… countdown begins

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I went online shopping a couple of weeks ago… This one hasn’t arrived yet, Always Comes Evening. It’s a collection of about 60 poems by REH released in 1957. I can’t wait, I am so excited, 60 poems…

Singers in the Shadows I now have in my grubby little paws. It was compiled and titled by REH himself in 1928. He submitted it to Albert & Charles Boni a NY publishing house, who returned it stating they were not publishing verse at that time. In 1970 Donald M Grant published an edition of 500 copies and since then it has been one of the rarest of all Howard books.

A new limited edition of 1500 copies came out in 1977… mine is No.64. Amazon has two available about $170.00 and over $200.00… I got mine for less through Powell Books, although written inside the book is $95.00, but I didn’t pay that either! Lucky me!
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It is a narrow volume, with a different, dark foreboding illustrated cover; it contains only 20 poems… the writing is dark and magical and I am loving every word.

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Blood and Thunder is an excellent biography, easily available and no doubt I shall be quoting it at every opportunity over at London~Love, but here’s a little taster:

“That I lived to a straight and simple creed

The whole of my wordly span

White or black or yellow I dealt

Foursquare with my fellow man.”


I’ve only dipped into it so far, but through his poetry I feel I know the man and want to learn so much more of his tragic, brilliant life… think it will be a good one for the flight.

“He was… a strange blending of Puritan and Cavalier, with a touch of the ancient philosopher and more than a touch of the pagan… A hunger in his soul drove him on and on, an urge to right all wrongs, protect all weaker things… Wayward and restless as the wind, he was consistent in only one respect — he was true to his ideals of justice and right. Such was Solomon Kane.”

Ah…. another one easily available, The Savage Tales of Solomon Kane. I was looking in the wrong place. I am lapping it up, although there are actually only two poems in it; two versions of Solomon Kane’s Homecoming and The One Black Stain but REH’s writing is poetic and potent and I am eagerly working my way through the stories.

“The eyes of the bandit were hard, almost opaque with a curious scintillant shallowness that reflected a thousand changing lights and gleams, like some strange gem; there was mockery in those eyes, cruelty and recklessness.”

“The eyes of the man in black, on the other hand, deep-set and staring from under prominent brows, were cold but deep; gazing into them, one had the impression of looking into countless fathoms of ice.”

“Now the eyes clashed, and the Wolf, who was used to being feared, felt a strange coolness on his spine. The sensation was new to him — a new thrill to one who lived for thrills and he laughed suddenly.”

The writer himself… Robert E Howard
Superbly portrayed by Vincent D’Onofrio in The Whole Wide World

I can’t begin to thank everyone enough who responded to my cry for help and for your recommendations and for putting me in the right direction; I am truly grateful. I still have on my shopping list, Echoes From An Iron Harp, Shadows of Dreams, and the Gertrude Alson book of Modern American Poetry of Robert E Howard (1933)… patience, all in good time.

A question for the weekend… has anyone else seen a biopic of someone they had never heard of, or knew little about, but was so moved to learn more?

Right, back to the kitchen sink for me now…. I wish you all a lovely weekend and Shabbat Shalom.

Who does love belong to?
Is it everybody’s right?
Or just the young… the beautiful… the bright
What right does she have to believe?
How dare she even deem!
Who does she think she is?
She’s…
She’s nothing
The only love in her life
Her memories and dreams

copyright 2007 ann raven

All Done

Posted on: 14 February 2007

Teaching a lesson
Lash of the tongue
Lash of the belt
It’s over
It’s done
It’s one on one
But…
Turning one’s back
Walking…
Out the door
Out of her life
Indifference
Being ignored
That pain is raw

copyright 2007 ann raven

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Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow–

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

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I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand–

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep–while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

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Lazy Day

Posted on: 13 February 2007

Ho hum… a blissful day ahead
Dreamily wakes, flops out of bed
Lazes in the bath, bubbles cocooned
An hour later a wrinkled prune
Primps and preens and pleasingly pampers
Exfoliates, hydrates, lotions slather
Glides downstairs scented oil slick
Says hello to friends cybernetic
Then curls on the couch all prepared
Not to move anywhere
Provided with life’s little necessities
Let’s see, remote control for the dvd
And just arrived in the post, can’t wait to look
Her latest must have paperback book
Papers strewn everywhere; she knows, absurd
Bought only for sudoku and the crossword
Pencil and paper just in case
The unlikelihood of a tiny brainwave
Now to be truly satisfied
It’s down to more crucial supplies
The ones obligatory and mandatory
A mug of steaming hot coffee
And last but not least
The one she can never resist
Without which her life would be disconsolate
A wicked wondrous assortment of chocolate
Now she has all her needs for her lazy day
Her TV, her papers, her book… and stuffing her face

copyright 2007 ann raven

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I know it’s Robert E Howard… again! I can’t help myself… there are so many poems that fit the life of this tragic man. Maybe in some small way I am trying to bring him back to life.


From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.


the loves of my life

at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet ~~~ plato

thank you…

... to everyone whose pictures and videos I have borrowed; if anyone would like theirs to be removed, please tell me and I shall be happy to do so

all words here are mine ~ I’ll tell you when they’re not!

from long ago

in case I forget what day of the week it is

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