Smiling Sally hosts a Blue Monday in which we can post about anything blue — pretty, ugly, serious or funny — and then link up to other Blue Monday participants.
I rechecked Sally’s guidelines to make sure this was ok and that our blue item didn’t have to be an actual object (I didn’t think so as Sally’s pretty creative in other memes she participates in, too. 🙂 ). But over the weekend I was reminded of two poems that mentioned blue, both of which touch my heart for many reasons.
The first is “The Blue Bowl,” which I discovered a while back in Lanier Ivester‘s article, “I Am a Stay-at-Home Wife,” which is excellent reading. This poem has to do with a wife’s loving ministrations for her husband throughout the day.
The Blue Bowl
All day long I did the little things,
The little things that do not show;
I brought the kindling for the fire,
I set the candles in a row,
I filled a bowl with marigolds—
The shallow bowl you love the best—
And made the house a pleasant place
Where weariness may take its rest.
The hours sped on, my eager feet
Could not keep pace with my desire.
So much to do! So little time!
I could not let my body tire.
Yet when the coming of the night
Blotted the garden from my sight,
And on the narrow graveled walks
Between the guarding flower stalks
I heard your step, I was not through
With services I meant for you.
You came into the quiet room
That glowed enchanted with the bloom
Of yellow flame. I saw your face;
Illumined by the firelit space,
Slowly grow still and comforted—
“It’s good to be at home,” you said.
~ Blanch Bane Kuder
The second is one I first saw referenced on Janet’s blog, titled “The Blue Robe” by Wendell Berry.
The Blue Robe
How joyful to be together, alone
as when we first were joined
in our little house by the river
long ago, except that now we know
each other, as we did not then;
and now instead of two stories fumbling
to meet, we belong to one story
that the two, joining, made. And now
we touch each other with the tenderness
of mortals, who know themselves:
how joyful to feel the heart quake
at the sight of a grandmother,
old friend in the morning light,
beautiful in her blue robe!
— Wendell Berry, from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry
I like the depiction of “old love,” of two who have known and loved each other for years, and I especially like the last four lines. I’ve enjoyed discovering more of Berry’s poems since this one, such as To Tanya on My Sixtieth Birthday, They Sit Together on the Porch (both of these similarly themed about “old love,” but the second almost makes me teary with the symbolism at the end of which will go “first through the dark doorway, bidding Goodnight, and which sits on a while alone”), and To My Mother.
The tenderness in both of these poems really touches me.
Blue poems! Wonderful!
Susan
Very, very lovel poems. Thank you for sharing these with us. I liked them both!
Happy Blue Monday…
XO,
Sheila 🙂
What beautiful and moving poems. thank you so much for sharing them.
Cass
What an awesome idea for a Blue Monday post! I love it and I really like both of these poems. Thanks!
I love creativity! You have a fine BLUE post. Thanks for sharing. Happy Blue Monday.
What a wonderful Blue Monday Post Barbara. I really appreciated these poems…
~What a wonderful idea for a Blue post.
It’s lovely! 🙂
Wonderful post 🙂 I like the poem. Blue Mondays sounds like fun.
What a wonderfully blue idea! ~ Robyn
What a unique take on Blue Monday…I like it…enjoyed the poems!
Such lovely poems… Happy Blue Monday and have a wonderful day..
The poem has such meaning and touched my heart. Happy Blue Monday.
Sweetie
Two very beautiful poems. Thank you so much for sharing them on Blue Monday!
xoxo
Jane
There is not enough poetry in the world. Thank you for those. Both appealed to my heart in different ways. I’m going to hang on to them.
I did the book meme and tagged you for a six things that make you happy–only if you want to–and it would make you happy! LOL
😉
Julie
How often are you changing your header, btw??? I liked the bleeding heart yesterday, but this is lovely too.
It’s like rearranging the living room to redecorate the blog–only it doesn’t hurt the back as much. LOL!!
Julie
What a delightful surprise to find these two poems in the Blue Monday posts! They remind me of a Yeats poem, “When I Am Old and Gray.” Thank you.
I like the first one.
I always try to meet Honey Bear at the door when he comes home. He says it means so much. Sometimes, I’ll be there when he pulls the car into the garage and I can tell by his expression how tired he is and how long his day was. Then, he looks up and sees me standing there and his face lights up, the cares of the day disappear. Sometimes, the little things we do for each other seem so small but mean so very much.
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