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Re: Re: Kabui really loved the way you said '
Thank you so much.
posted by
anib
on December 18, 2016 at 8:05 PM
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Re: Kabui really loved the way you said '
posted by
Kabu
on December 18, 2016 at 12:28 PM
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Re: Re: Re: Re: Aba
You are welcome, dear Aba! Yes, there are people with whom we do gel better than others! Thank you. 
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on December 16, 2016 at 10:16 PM
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Re: Re: Re: Aba
Oh thank yew once again dear Presta. There are certain things that gel very well within us. 
posted by
anib
on December 16, 2016 at 9:23 PM
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Re: Re: Aba
I liked it because it is a haunting tale, and it resonated within him, and it seemed to do so for you. as it does for me too. One doesn't need to know the definition of the beauty in each word of the song to feel moved by the music. Very nice, and thank you, dear Aba.
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on December 16, 2016 at 9:18 PM
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Re: sam
That you find so much can be taken from something unknown is fine way of appraising the poem Thank you, thankU.
posted by
anib
on December 16, 2016 at 8:33 PM
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Kabui really loved the way you said '
Old Anshuman kind, new as tomorrow.
posted by
anib
on December 16, 2016 at 8:29 PM
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Re: On the 'net, Fitzgerald of GATSBY fame reads Masefield's poem. Check it out
Yes I did check it out. Beautiful it is and thank you for Fitzgerald's reading of the fine poem NCJC. Shalom and enjoy a merry Chrismes with your family. Emily Dickinson's choice in this, form her other poems, is rare. 
posted by
anib
on December 16, 2016 at 8:27 PM
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Re: Aba
Thanks Presta. I am glad you liked my telling of the tale.
posted by
anib
on December 16, 2016 at 8:18 PM
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It's amazing what can be taken from something otherwise unknown! Again great insight! Shelly
posted by
sam444
on December 16, 2016 at 5:48 PM
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some times understanding the words isn't so important as the beauty of the voice and in this case the meloncholy of the tune. Old as humankind, new as tomorrow.
posted by
Kabu
on December 16, 2016 at 3:32 PM
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On the 'net, Fitzgerald of GATSBY fame reads Masefield's poem. Check it out
MERRY CHRISTmas, for the final call this season (for me): shalom shalom
A Christmas Carol by Emily Dickinson
Welcome, sweet Christmas, blest be the morn
That Christ our Saviour was born!
Earth's Redeemer, to save us from all danger,
And, as the Holy Record tells, born in a manger.
Chorus --
Then ring, ring, Christmas bells,
Till your sweet music o'er the kingdom swells,
To warn the people to respect the morn
That Christ their Saviour was born.
The snow was on the ground when Christ was born,
And the Virgin Mary His mother felt very forlorn
As she lay in a horse's stall at a roadside inn,
Till Christ our Saviour was born to free us from sin.
Oh! think of the Virgin Mary as she lay
In a lowly stable on a bed of hay,
And angels watching O'er her till Christ was born,
Therefore all the people should respect Christmas morn.
The way to respect Christmas time
Is not by drinking whisky or wine,
But to sing praises to God on Christmas morn,
The time that Jesus Christ His Son was born;
Whom He sent into the world to save sinners from hell
And by believing in Him in heaven we'll dwell;
Then blest be the morn that Christ was born,
Who can save us from hell, death, and scorn.
Then he warned, and respect the Saviour dear,
And treat with less respect the New Year,
And respect always the blessed morn
That Christ our Saviour was born.
For each new morn to the Christian is dear,
As well as the morn of the New Year,
And he thanks God for the light of each new morn.
Especially the morn that Christ was born.
Therefore, good people, be warned in time,
And on Christmas morn don't get drunk with wine
But praise God above on Christmas morn,
Who sent His Son to save us from hell and scorn.
There the heavenly babe He lay
In a stall among a lot of hay,
While the Angel Host by Bethlehem
Sang a beautiful and heavenly anthem.
Christmas time ought to be held most dear,
Much more so than the New Year,
Because that's the time that Christ was born,
Therefore respect Christmas morn.
And let the rich be kind to the poor,
And think of the hardships they do endure,
Who are neither clothed nor fed,
And Many without a blanket to their bed.
posted by
NocrossJustchristmas
on December 16, 2016 at 2:51 PM
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Aba
Sometimes the beauty of something intangible echoes within, a reflection of a memory of the heart! This reminds me of such a time. Beautiful, indeed, dear Aba, and I enjoyed your telling of the tale. Thank you.
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on December 16, 2016 at 1:50 PM
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