Teaser Tuesday 12/16/2014

 

Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:

• Grab your current read
• Open to a random page
• Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
• BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
• Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

 

“Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away ere break of day

To seek the pale enchanted gold.”

–J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit

 

Pardon this brief interruption of my regularly scheduled book reading. I could not resist the pull, with all the trailers and cosplay and everything else happening today. I am going to try and get through one more reading of this wonderful story before Husband and I go see the last movie tomorrow night. Can it be done? Oh, it must, it must!

 

The Morning Song of Senlin

The following poem was introduced to me by Sylvia Plath herself. I read her journals a few months ago, and she weeps while reading this. Aiken doesn’t make me weep, but he definitely points out the beauty in the routine of the morning.

I was just thinking last night about how in our last apartment, all we could hear was the busy road outside. We love the one we are living in now because we are surrounded by trees…they are bare right now, but they are still filled with birds. No more road noise, which is lovely. Our porch is much smaller, but we still have a place to sit outside and enjoy the quiet, and we have a lot of windows to open. All in all, it’s a very peaceful place to enjoy the morning song.

 

The Morning Song of Senlin

It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning
When the light drips through the shutters like the dew,
I arise, I face the sunrise,
And do the things my father learned to do.
Stars in the purple dusk above the rooftops
Pale in the saffron mist and seem to die
And I myself upon a swiftly tilting planet
Stand before a glass and tie my tie,

Vine leaves tap my window,
Dew-drops sing to the garden stones,
The robin chirps in the chinaberry tree
Repeating three clear tones.

It is morning. I stand by the mirror
And tie my tie once more. While waves far off in a pale rose twilight
Crash on a white sand shore. I stand by a mirror and comb my hair:
How small and white my face! —
The green earth tilts through a sphere of air
And bathes in a flame of space.
There are houses hanging above the stars
And stars hung under a sea…
And a sun far off in a shell of silence
Dapples my walls for me…

It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning
Should I not pause in the light to remember god?
Upright and firm I stand on a star unstable,
He is immense and lonely as a cloud.
I will dedicate this moment before my mirror
To him alone, for him I will comb my hair.
Accept these humble offerings, cloud of silence!
I will think of you as I descend the stair.

Vine leaves tap my window,
The snail track shines on the stones.
Dew-drops flash from the chinaberry tree
Repeating two clear tones.

It is morning, I awake from a cloud of silence,
Shining I rise from the starless waters of sleep.
The walls are about me still as in the evening,
I am the same, and the same name still I keep.

The earth revolves around with me, yet makes no motion,
The stars pale silently in a coral sky.
In a whistling void I stand before my mirror,
Unconcerned, and tie my tie.

There are horses neighing on far-off hills
Tossing their long white manes,
And mountains flash in the rose-white dusk,
Their shoulders black with the rains…
It is morning. I stand by the mirror
And surprise my soul once more;
The blue air rushes above my ceiling,
There are suns beneath my floor…

…it is morning, Senlin says, I ascend from darkness
And depart on the winds of space for I know not where,
My watch is sound, a key is in my pocket,
And the sky is darkened as I descend the stair.
There are shadows across the windows, clouds in heaven,
And a god among the stars; and I will go
Thinking of him as I might think of daybreak
And humming a tune I know…

Vine-leaves tap at the window,
Dew-drops sing to the garden stones
The robin chirps in the chinaberry tree
Repeating three clear tones.

–Conrad Aiken

 

The Bear and the Maiden Fair

I’m a little later than usual on posting the poem of the day. I MAY have gotten caught up in all of the Game of Throne posts on Tumblr. Maybe. Ok….I did. There were so many! But that’s to expected since Season 4 started back up again last night. And if you go to my Tumblr blog, you’re going to see a LOT of posts from me. I can’t help it. I’m addicted. The books were great, and in my opinion, are even better as a show. The characters needed to be brought alive.

In honor of the season premier, I decided to post the song from last season. On a lyrical level, it’s nothing special, but it’s quite fun. For those of you who are fans of GOT, you’ll recognize it from Brienne’s fight with the bear, and also Sansa’s wedding. I’m pretty sure they played it at the Red Wedding too.

The Bear and the Maiden Fair

A bear there was, a bear, a bear!
All black and brown, and covered with hair!
Oh, come, they said, oh come to the fair!
The fair? Said he, but I’m a bear!
All black, and brown, and covered with hair!

And down the road from here to there.
From here! To there!
Three boys, a goat, and a dancing bear!
They danced and spun, all the way to the fair!

Oh, sweet she was, and pure, and fair!
The maid with honey,
In her hair! Her hair!
The maid with honey in her hair!

He smelled the scent on the summer air!
The bear! The bear!
All black and brown and covered with hair!
He smelled the scent on the summer air!
He sniffed and roared and smelled it there!
Honey on the summer air!

Oh, I’m a maid, and I’m pure and fair!
I’ll never dance with a hairy bear!
A bear! A bear!
I’ll never dance with a hairy bear!
He lifted her high into the air!
The bear! The bear!

I called for a knight, but you’re a bear!
A bear! A bear!
All black and brown and covered with hair!
She kicked and wailed, the maid so fair,
But he licked the honey from her hair!
Her hair! Her hair!

Then she sighed and squealed and kicked the air!
My bear! She sang. My bear so fair!
And off they went, from here to there,
The bear, the bear, and the maiden fair.

 

–George RR Martin

Also, if you want to hear what it sounds like, Hold Steady did a rock version.

Stormy Weather

Today is our first big thunderstorm of spring. Most people hate the rain, but for me, there’s nothing better than curling up with a cup of tea and a book. Of course…right now I’m stuck with my back to the window in my gray cubicle. But I can see the flashes of lightening reflecting off my glasses.

Wow…that was a nerdy paragraph.

Anyway, I had a different poem planned for today, but instead I’m going to share one of my favorite songs with you guys. This has been in my head all morning. I love the Billie Holiday version, but many great singers have done their own renditions.

 

Stormy Weather

Don’t know why there’s no sun up in the sky

Stormy weather

Since my man and I ain’t together,

Keeps rainin’ all the time

 

Life is bare, gloom and mis’ry everywhere

Stormy weather

Just can’t get my poorself together,

I’m weary all the time

So weary all the time

When he went away, the blues walked in and met me.

If he stays away, old rockin’ chair will get me.

 

All I do is pray the Lord above will let me walk in the sun once more.

Can’t go on, ev’ry thing I had is gone

Stormy weather

Since my man and I ain’t together,

Keeps rainin’ all the time

 

–Harold Arlen & Ted Koehler