Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Birth: Born 28 August 1906 – John Betjeman, an English poet, writer, broadcaster, and Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom from 1972 until his death on 19 May 1984. In “Who’s Who” Betjeman described himself as “poet and hack.”
“The Last Laugh”
by John Betjeman
I made hay while the sun shone.
My work sold.
Now, if the harvest is over
And the world cold,
Give me the bonus of laughter
As I lose hold.
Below – Michael Keck: “The Last Laugh”
Below – “Clouds”; Untitled; “English Landscape”
For Your Information: 28 August is National Cherry Turnover Day in the United States.
Remembering a Painter on the Date of His Birth: Born 28 August 1833 – Edward Burne-Jones, an English painter and member of the Pre-Raphaelite movement: Part I of II.
Below – “Briar Rose: The Garden Court”; “Cupid Finding Psyche Asleep By a Fountain”; “Evening Star”; “The Garden of the Hesperides”; “The Beguiling of Merlin”; “The Bath of Venus”; “Green Summer”; “Helen, a Mermaid.”
Worth a Thousand Words: Spirit Island, Maligne Lake, Jasper National Park, Alberta, Canada.
Below – “The Last Sleep of Arthur in Avalon”; “Love Among the Ruins”; “The March Marigold”; “The Mirror of Venus”; “Perseus Cycle: Perseus and the Sea Nymphs”; “The Three Graces”; “Wood Nymphs”; “A Woman Playing a Cithara.”
Musings in Summer: Bruno Bettelheim
“For those who immerse themselves in what the fairy tale has to communicate, it becomes a deep, quiet pool which at first seems to reflect only our own image; but behind it we soon discover the inner turmoils of our soul – its depth, and ways to gain peace within ourselves and with the world, which is the reward of our struggles.”
Below – Arthur Wardle: “A Fairy Tale”
Remembering an Artist on the Date of His Birth: Born 28 August 1910 – Morris Graves, an American painter: Part I of II:
Below – “Dove of the Inner Eye”; “Hibernation”; “Bird in Golden Stream”; “Plover and Sea”; “Barn Interior”; “Spirit Bird.”
Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Death: Died 28 August 1993 – William Stafford, an American poet and pacifist.
William Stafford is one of my favorite poets, and his “Traveling Through the Dark” is one of my favorite poems.
“Traveling Through the Dark”
by William Stafford
Traveling through the dark I found a deer
dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.
It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:
that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead.
By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car
and stood by the heap, a doe, a recent killing;
she had stiffened already, almost cold.
I dragged her off; she was large in the belly.
My fingers touching her side brought me the reason–
her side was warm; her fawn lay there waiting,
alive, still, never to be born.
Beside that mountain road I hesitated.
The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights;
under the hood purred the steady engine.
I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red;
around our group I could hear the wilderness listen.
I thought hard for us all–my only swerving–,
then pushed her over the edge into the river.
Below – “5 Persimmons, 5 Jewels and Flowering Cabbage and Morning Glory”; “Summer Bouquets”; “Wild Flowers”; “Bhutan’s isolation, Tashich Hodzong (from Everything That Has A Beginning Has An End)”; “Evening light on the terrace (Red cabbage, flowering kale and Michaelmas daisy)”; “Walking, Walking, Singing, in the Next Dimension?”