Posts Tagged ‘poem’

đź’¦ A Flow of Holiday Thoughts…

December 23, 2015

We wish you the Magic of water, the Rhythm of rivers and the Joy of friends and family on our riverbanks!

Giraffe and Maasai cross Amboseli Lake in a mirage.

Giraffe and Maasai cross Amboseli Lake in a mirage.

“THE RIVER SPEAKS”  – Poem by Gene Lindberg

Down from the mountains of eternal snow
The streams come tumbling, joining as they flow
To send a river winding toward the sea.
I listen, and the river speaks to me.
It tells of meadows on a thirsty plain;
Of gardens blooming where there is no rain;
Of mighty cities built upon its banks;
Of living things that owe the river thanks.
The waters speak to me, and hurry on,
Eager to come and eager to be gone.
Almost it seems as if the river knew,
How many things there are for it to do.
Sometimes it pauses,
to lay up a store of liquid wealth in lake and reservoir,
Then leaps a dam and hastens on again,
Turning a wheel to light the homes of men.
The river speaks, and deserts cease to be;
Wide fields grow green, and ships go down to the sea,
I hear the water singing as it goes:
“Let life go on, because the river flows.”

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East Africa, Kenya, Nairobi, Langata, Hog Ranch, cracked, dry earth MR

“The fate of animals is…indissolubly connected with
the fate of men.”
– Émile Zola

Posted by Jasmine Graf, Associate Director of No Water No Life.

A haiku to celebrate Nat’l Wildlife Week March 17-23! This year’s theme is wildlife + WATER!

March 18, 2014

the floating heron
pecks at it
till it shatters…
full moon on water
– zuiryu

– Posted by Jasmine Graf, NWNL Associate Director

haiku for you

January 8, 2014

Jones_080531_WY_5320icicles and water
old differences
dissolved…
drip down together

– teishitsu

I Was Made Erect and Lone

December 31, 2013
USA-Minnesota, Itasca State Park (Headwaters of the Mississippi River)

USA-Minnesota, Itasca State Park (Headwaters of the Mississippi River)

I Was Made Erect and Lone

I was made erect and lone

And within me is the bone

Still my vision will be clear

Still my life will not be drear

To the center all is near

Where I sit there is my throne…

 

Poem by Henry David Thoreau

A Rivers Poem for the 50th Anniversary of the March on Washington

August 30, 2013

On NWNL’s Upper and Mid-Mississippi River Expedition this spring in Alton Illinois, we saw the following 1926 poem featured in signage at the National Great Rivers Museum (a Melvin Price Locks and Dam Rivers Project run by the US Army Corps of Engineers)

Louisiana: New Orleans, Jackson Square, African-American male string-bass player, December © Alison M. Jones

Louisiana: New Orleans, Jackson Square, African-American male string-bass player, December © Alison M. Jones

“The Negro Speaks of Rivers”

by Langston Hughes (1902 – 1967)   A poet, novelist and playwright, Langston Hughes portrayed African-American life from the 1920’s-1960’s. His work reflected dialects and jazz rhythms and he was a leader in the 1920’s Harlem Renaissance.

 

I’ve known rivers:

I’ve known rivers ancient as the world

And older than the flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.

I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.

I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.

I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went down to New Orleans,

And I’ve seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

I’ve known rivers:

Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

Mississippi River, Lansing, Iowa © Alison M. Jones

Mississippi River, Lansing, Iowa © Alison M. Jones

Water – through the eyes of a child and the lens of a camera

August 28, 2013

Water

By Child Poet, Hilda Conkling (1910-1986)
Photography by Alison M. Jones
The world turns softly

East Africa:  Uganda, Kidepo Valley National Park

Not to spill its lakes and rivers.

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The water is held in its arms

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And the sky is held in the water.

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What is water,

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That pours silver,

Zambia, confluence of tributaries of Zambezi River, aerial view

And can hold the sky?

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Many of Hilda’s poems were written between the ages of four to ten years old. They were transcribed by her mother. Most of Hilda’s poetry is about nature. Water, is from Poems by a Little Girl, which is free to read online thanks to Project Gutenberg.

– Posted by Jasmine Graf, NWNL Associate Director

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