Sunday Poem ~

On the Beach at Night

by Walt Whitman

On the beach at night,
Stands a child with her father,
Watching the east, the autumn sky.
Up through the darkness,
While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading,
Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky,
Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east,
Ascends large and calm the lord-star Jupiter,
And nigh at hand, only a very little above,
Swim the delicate sisters the Pleiades.
From the beach the child holding the hand of her father,
Those burial-clouds that lower victorious soon to devour all,
Watching, silently weeps.
Weep not, child,
Weep not, my darling,
With these kisses let me remove your tears,
The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious,
They shall not long possess the sky, they devour the stars only in apparition,
Jupiter shall emerge, be patient, watch again another night, the Pleiades shall emerge,
They are immortal, all those stars both silvery and golden shall shine out again,
The great stars and the little ones shall shine out again, they endure,
The vast immortal suns and the long-enduring pensive moons shall again shine.
Then dearest child mournest thou only for Jupiter?
Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars?
Something there is,
(With my lips soothing thee, adding I whisper,
I give thee the first suggestion, the problem and indirection,)
Something there is more immortal even than the stars,
(Many the burials, many the days and nights, passing away,)
Something that shall endure longer even than lustrous Jupiter
Longer than sun or any revolving satellite,
Or the radiant sisters the Pleiades.
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Living Life to the Best of Your Possibility
‘One can judge a nation by the way it treats its most vulnerable’ ~ Aristotle
Victoria Kaloss

Wheelchair Warriors protest TrumpCare

If you’re a low-income individual OR a middle-low income person, TrumpCare proposes cuts in health care just for you. That means as one of 70 million Medicaid recipients, your benefits and/or benefits of a family member on Medicaid, will lose coverage.

Many disabled citizens covered under Medicaid may lose benefits. And the  cuts will affect seniors in nursing homes and those living independently.

The good news is, the rich will get tax breaks off your exclusion from a civil liberty, oh wait, the right to free healthcare is non-existent in the land of Liberty.

Read more below. Watch in the embedded video how the Wheelchair Warriors fought back last night in front of Sen. Mitch McConnell’s office.

Call, email, write your State Senators – use your voices for the force of good.

http://www.nbcnews.com/politics/congress/inside-health-care-bill-trump-wanted-heart-he-didn-t-n775611?cid=par-xfinity_20170623

 

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‘One can judge a nation by the way it treats its most vulnerable’ ~ Aristotle

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Sunday Poem ~

 

William Shakespeare, 15641616

Prospero speaks to Ferdinand and Miranda

You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
As if you were dismay’d: be cheerful, sir.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex’d;
Bear with my weakness; my, brain is troubled:
Be not disturb’d with my infirmity:
If you be pleased, retire into my cell
And there repose: a turn or two I’ll walk,
To still my beating mind.

 

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/tempest-act-iv-scene-i-you-do-look-my-son

 

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‘One can judge a nation by the way it treats its most vulnerable’ ~ Aristotle

Victoria Kaloss

Sunday Poem ~

A SUMMER DAY

by Lucy Maud Montgomery

I

THE dawn laughs out on orient hills
And dances with the diamond rills;
The ambrosial wind but faintly stirs
The silken, beaded gossamers;
In the wide valleys, lone and fair,
Lyrics are piped from limpid air,
And, far above, the pine trees free
Voice ancient lore of sky and sea.
Come, let us fill our hearts straightway
With hope and courage of the day.

II

Noon, hiving sweets of sun and flower,
Has fallen on dreams in wayside bower,
Where bees hold honeyed fellowship
With the ripe blossom of her lip;
All silent are her poppied vales
And all her long Arcadian dales,
Where idleness is gathered up
A magic draught in summer’s cup.
Come, let us give ourselves to dreams
By lisping margins of her streams.

III

Adown the golden sunset way
The evening comes in wimple gray;
By burnished shore and silver lake
Cool winds of ministration wake;
O’er occidental meadows far
There shines the light of moon and star,
And sweet, low-tinkling music rings
About the lips of haunted springs.
In quietude of earth and air
‘Tis meet we yield our souls to prayer.

http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/montgomery/watchman/watchman.html#68

 Summer is here

 

I do believe Summer has finally arrived 🙂

 

Living Life to the Best of Your Possibility

‘One can judge a nation by the way it treats its most vulnerable’ ~ Aristotle

Victoria Kaloss

Sunday Poem ~

Serenade

Djuna Barnes

 

http://academyofamericanpoets.cmail19.com/t/ViewEmail/y/93CA133F7EAE950A/F7AC937704804FC38BD4C707EBCCB890

Have you subscribed to the Academy of American Poets’Poem-A-Day’ yet?

 

little treasures by the shore

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Sunday Poem ~

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
A Maine Historical Society Website

Decoration Day

Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest
On this Field of the Grounded Arms,
Where foes no more molest,
Nor sentry’s shot alarms!

Ye have slept on the ground before,
And started to your feet
At the cannon’s sudden roar,
Or the drum’s redoubling beat.

But in this camp of Death
No sound your slumber breaks;
Here is no fevered breath,
No wound that bleeds and aches.

All is repose and peace,
Untrampled lies the sod;
The shouts of battle cease,
It is the Truce of God!

Rest, comrades, rest and sleep!
The thoughts of men shall be
As sentinels to keep
Your rest from danger free.

Your silent tents of green
We deck with fragrant flowers;
Yours has the suffering been,
The memory shall be ours.

http://www.hwlongfellow.org/poems_poem.php?pid=260

 

Living Life to the Best of Your Possibility

‘One can judge a nation by the way it treats its most vulnerable’ ~ Aristotle

Victoria Kaloss

Trump’s budget bites the disabled

The tag-line for this blog is: ‘One can judge a nation by the way it treats its most vulnerable’ ~ Aristotle

Trump’s proposed budget dims our country’s long standing core belief for

humanitarianism

compassion

liberty and justice

for All.

Marking the disabled

Photo Credit: Victoria Kaloss

Read here how Trump plans to revamp the budget by placing the disabled in direct harm, truly life and death for one of our most vulnerable populations – mostly death.

Disability doesn’t discriminate even if our government does – just saying.

http://www.latimes.com/business/hiltzik/la-fi-hiltzik-trump-disabled-20170522-story.html

 

Living Life to the Best of Your Possibility

‘One can judge a nation by the way it treats its most vulnerable’ ~ Aristotle

Victoria Kaloss

 

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