I love poetry and reading, films, theatre, opera, and music so you will find me adding poems and quick intros to poets I love and also reviews of music or movies I have loved too. Sometimes I will review books I have read or even add writing of my own. I think the blog will just be a rambling mixture of my life and loves. If you decide to read it more power to you. There is not likely to be a regular theme and I’m just figuring out what I need the blog for so thanks for being here anyway.

This is a poet and poem post:

Robert Service was born in Lancashire, educated in Glasgow and emigrated to Canada where he spent 8 years in the Yukon before returning to Europe and living in Paris as a journalist. Robert Service was an ambulance driver during the First World War and he lived the rest of his life in France. His poetry is full of pathos and nostalgia. His ballads are lively and humorous and he is one of my favorite poets. Here is a short but good example of his skill. I hope you will look him up and read more! Have a great Day!


Why seek to scale Mount Everest,
Queen of the air?
Why Strive to crown that cruel crest
And deathward dare?
Said Mallory of dauntless quest:
“Because it’s there.”

Why yearn with passion and with pain
To storm the sky?
Why suffer, -sullen goals to gain,
And fear defy?
“‘Tis not for glory or for gain
We darkly die.”

Why join the reckless, roving crew
Of trail and tent?
Why grimly take the roads of rue,
To doom hell-bent?
“Columbus, Cook and Cabot knew,
And yet they went.”

Why bid the wooly world goodbye
To follow far,
Adventures under evil sky
And sullen star?
Let men like Mallory reply:
“Because they are.”

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