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metaartspace: Poem drop: Moonlight x Walter De La Mare
This poem describes how the moon makes everything beautiful with its light.
PeterkinLouise: Listening to Walter de la Mare ghost stories... chilling, amiguous and yet... the audio equivalent equivalant of a hot bath and a diazepam. So nice.
Recommended if you like your horror classy and comforting.
DF_Lewis: “What actually did I do or leave undone that sickens me so? What was there in this unintelligible ordeal that still eludes me?” — Walter de la Mare
war_poets: 24 March 1915 Edward Thomas writes to Walter de la Mare ‘The young poet must be much vainer or more tricky than you are used to. He can’t imagine how he will stand waiting a week or how then he could stand hearing he has gone wrong over metre sometimes'
becimay: No one does meta like Walter de la Mare
halimatsui5: Science, I am told, is making great strides, experimenting, groping after things which no sane man has ever dreamed of before – without being burned alive for it.,Walter de la Mare, The Return,science,
Weird_Friction: As is implied by the title, this is a "best of" collection of English writer and poet Walter De La Mare's ghost stories.
Each story features a full page illustration beside the title page.
RuthArnold: One of the best ways to encounter poetry as a child is to hear it read out loud. The first poetry book I borrowed was after a teacher read out ‘The Listeners’ by Walter de La Mare.
And don’t spoil it by criticism. As my son asked, why isn’t the poetry exam just to write a poem?
jo_ida: 'Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees..'
Walter de la Mare
HossainNilofar: “Very old are the woods;
And the buds that break
Out of the brier's boughs,
When March winds wake,
So old with their beauty are--
Oh, no man knows
Through what wild centuries
Roves back the rose.”
― Walter de la Mare
Piet Mondrian,
Geinrust farm in watery landscape, 1905
runtebopl: AmblesideOnline Poetry Anthology Volume Two: Walter de la Mare, Eugene Field, James Whitcomb Riley, Christina Rossetti RRAY1RL
KayMelange: Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees
Walter de la Mare
GSheehy: Still, and blanched, and cold, and lone,
The icy hills far off from me
With frosty ulys overgrown
Stand in their sculptured secrecy.
~ Walter De La Mare
adam_sear: Taught Walter de la Mare’s ‘The Listeners’ to a Y5 class this afternoon. Great discussion. Love teaching poetry. Don’t get to do so very often.
Deviija: Reading through some lovely poetry this snow-tipped morning, and got to thinking of my Kahlan Lavellan.
"Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees"
-- "Silver" by Walter de la Mare
jlorts: "All day long the door of the sub-conscious remains just ajar; we slip through to the other side, and return again, as easily and secretly as a cat."
--Walter de La Mare
Pontevedrian: OK here's what I went with for homeschool poems this term:
First Sight (Larkin)
All That's Past (Walter de la Mare)
Over hill, over dale... (Shakespeare)
The Sick Rose (Blake)
The Yak (Belloc)
—And bees of paradise (Hart Crane)
Sonnet X, "Death be not proud" (Donne)
nybooks: Michael Dirda on Walter de la Mare’s weird tales
winterdamonbot: "Why are you named Winter?"
"It’s a poem by Walter de la Mare," I tell him, but he’s probably not interested in hearing it. "My mom said the poem made a cold and bitter season seem pretty. You just have to look closer." He just stares out beyond the railing, looking thoughtful.
ChaliceWells: Listen to the most recent episode of my podcast: Reading “The Dancing Princesses”, by Walter de la Mare
iswearenglish: All But Blind Poem Walter de la Mare - Summary Analysis - All But Blind Walter de la Mare
1873 – 1956
ProfTerryHughes: ‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveler. (Walter de la Mare).
AustinKDeArmond: "When every little thing becomes perhaps the last, every little thing becomes a big thing. Why must we wait till death is near to see this? Walter de la Mare advises 'Look thy last on all things lovely every hour.'"
witchesses: Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke.
welfordwrites: The Children of Stare, a poem by Walter de la Mare. This poem has an air of mystery and something sinister about it.
war_poets: 4 February 1915 Edward Thomas writes to Walter de la Mare ‘Mervyn is going out to New Hampshire with the Frosts on Saturday week. My following him is uncertain. I seldom feel like the experiment, or any experiment or I shouldn’t be here now.’
vkjha62: Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee;
2/
iswearenglish: The Listeners Poem by Walter De La Mare - Summary Analysis - The Listeners by Walter De La Mare
1873 - 1956
telos32: BBC Radio 4 Extra - Walter de la Mare - Memoirs of a Midget, 3. The Circus
nienowokytj: AmblesideOnline Poetry Anthology Volume Two: Walter de la Mare, Eugene Field, James Whitcomb Riley, Christina Rossetti E5KBFAJ
telos32: BBC Radio 4 Extra - Walter de la Mare - Memoirs of a Midget, 2. Mr Anon
winterdamonbot: "What's your tattoo?"
"A decaying snowflake."
"Why?"
"Because of Winter by Walter de la Mare," he replied softly. "Something still beautiful, even after what I did to her."
doctoryatt: Very excited that Radio4 Extra are finally repeating my dramatisation of Walter de la Mare's weird and wonderful Memoirs of a Midget.
SafetyMentalst: "To Walter de la Mare" by Thomas Stearns Eliot:
The sad intangible who grieve and yearn;
When the familiar is suddenly strange
Or the well known is what we yet have to learn,
And two worlds meet, and intersect, and change;
JennyMitchellGo: 'What is the world, O, soldiers?
It is I.' - Walter de la Mare
I learned the short poem as a teenager. It seems to sum up (the patriarch's) ego perfectly.
EyramOsei: “Tell them I came, and no one answered. That I kept my word.”
- Walter de la Mare. The Listeners.
GautamK77526672: Walter De La Mare’s poetry is full of true romantic spirit bordering on supernaturalism.
FOREVER WITH SHIV THAKARE
ianboddy: Enjoying these handsome 2 volumes of short stories by Walter de la Mare published by Tartarus Press. Written between 1896 - 1954 they aren't really ghost stories in the traditional MR James mould but rather precursors of the weird inexplicable tales of someone like Robert Aickman
blauesfragmente: BBC Radio: Ghost Stories of Walter De La Mare - All Hallows
lunaslore: “what’s your tattoo?”
“a decaying snowflake.”
“why?”
“because of winter by walter de la mare, something still beautiful, even after what i did to her.”
Topmember: Walter de la Mare
Dream Song
Jeremy_boypoet: Off the Ground by Walter de la Mare
ManOfLaBook: Fun Facts Friday: Walter de la Mare
isidro_li: Toward what eventual dream
Sleeps its cold on,
When into ultimate dark
These lives shall be gone,
And even of man not a shadow remain
Of all he has done?
— Walter de la Mare
bret_jensen: "God has mercifully ordered that the human brain works slowly; first the blow, hours afterwards the bruise.”― Walter de la Mare
stuart_herkes: 15. Strangers & Pilgrims Tales By Walter De La Mare
Offbeat-Various
Beastars vol.20-Paru Itagaki
Thelwell Annuals 1980 & 1981
The Penguin Thelwell
The Doubtful Guest -Edward Gorey
Thelwell Country
ThelwellGoes West
3 Sheets To The Wind-Norman Thelwell
hilllsxvnz: AmblesideOnline Poetry Anthology Volume Two: Walter de la Mare, Eugene Field, James Whitcomb Riley, Christina Rossetti NSN96ZK
bernardtjoy: Ye say we sleep;
But nay, we wake;
Life was that strange and chequered dream
Only for waking’s sake.
—Walter de La Mare
alaskanarrowus: “Hi! handsome hunting man, fire your little gun. Bang! Now the animal is dead and dumb and done. Nevermore to peep again, creep again, leap again, eat or sleep or drink again. Oh, what fun!” – Walter de la Mare
kertzmann2apkyh: AmblesideOnline Poetry Anthology Volume Two: Walter de la Mare, Eugene Field, James Whitcomb Riley, Christina Rossetti XDCVADT
isidro_li: Who, when the snow came, whispering, Silence,
Sister crystal to crystal sighing,
Making of meadow argent palace,
Night a star-sown solitude.
Cried 'neath her frozen eaves, 'I burn here!'
— Walter de la Mare
rempelcvpid: AmblesideOnline Poetry Anthology Volume Two: Walter de la Mare, Eugene Field, James Whitcomb Riley, Christina Rossetti KZQUOXC
SadMarshGhost: Is it a ghost story in the traditional sense? No. It's a "ghost story" in the way L. P. Hartley's The Traveling Grave or Walter de la Mare's The Tree (not to be confused with his The Almond Tree) are.
yvdvrll: “what’s your tattoo?”
“a decaying snowflake”
“why?”
“because of winter by walter de la mare. something still beautiful, even after what i did to her”
DBodegwa: AmblesideOnline Poetry Anthology Volume Two: Walter de la Mare, Eugene Field, James Whitcomb Riley, Christina Rossetti EYLX886
gnilwoce: Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest’s ferny floor:
- Walter de la Mare
turcottenvkql: AmblesideOnline Poetry Anthology Volume Two: Walter de la Mare, Eugene Field, James Whitcomb Riley, Christina Rossetti NTBJRLH
csloranger: Reading some old ghost stories, as one does around Christmas. Have to say Walter de la Mare is a bit of a bore.
StreetsofC: My mind is like a clamorous market-place...
Voice answering to voice in tumult swells...
This one buys dust and that a bauble sells
But none to any scrutiny hints or tells
The haunting secrets hidden in each sad face.
- Walter De La Mare, ‘The Market-Place’
Chicago. Nov. 2021
Mr_barghest_: Midnight hare. For linocut.
Away like a ghostie o'er the field She fled, and left the moonlight there.
Walter de la Mare
sukantarout1: THE LISTENERS by Walter De La Mare
eldora98b: AmblesideOnline Poetry Anthology Volume Two: Walter de la Mare, Eugene Field, James Whitcomb Riley, Christina Rossetti AIRKGFY
DF_Lewis: “…do you deny that Man is an evil spirit? He distorts and destroys.”
— Walter de la Mare (MEMOIRS OF A MIDGET)
AbagailPfanner1: AmblesideOnline Poetry Anthology Volume Two: Walter de la Mare, Eugene Field, James Whitcomb Riley, Christina Rossetti 9LNHGIV
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LuckyErica3: Mistletoe BY Walter de La Mare.
Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Some one came, and kissed me there.
/1
DanielCowper: Walter de la Mare on the topic of Love, if you please.
TheLastHatGirl: A little bit of Christmas gothic from that master of dark romance, Walter De La Mare...
winterdamonbot: "What's your tattoo?"
"A decaying snowflake."
"Why?"
"Because of Winter by Walter de la Mare," he replied softly. "Something still beautiful, even after what I did to her."
jaycoreyfox: After all, what is every man but a horde of ghosts? Oaks that were acorns that were oaks. — Walter de la Mare
987DZFE: On GALLERY, we enjoy George Dyson’s Children’s Suite After Walter de la Mare.
CLASSICAL GUITAR ALIVE! features Silvius Leopold Weiss and British composer Richard Havey.
Written for piano, Robert Schumann's Symphonic Etudes, Op. 13 on CRUISING WITH THE CLASSICS.
opal40jzps: AmblesideOnline Poetry Anthology Volume Two: Walter de la Mare, Eugene Field, James Whitcomb Riley, Christina Rossetti IU99UDA
DF_Lewis: “Man dreams probably all the time he is asleep; because *thinking* is to *be*, and we can’t become nothing, or we should remain so.” — Walter de la Mare (A BEGINNING)
KathyDaSilva2: Opened my T S Elliot on 'Letter to Walter De La Mare'.. a poem written in the honour of said poet.. artist.. on his 75th year of life..
mag400: Check out Early One Morning Walter De La Mare FIRST EDITION 1935 Faber & Faber London
Makenzie29mL: AmblesideOnline Poetry Anthology Volume Two: Walter de la Mare, Eugene Field, James Whitcomb Riley, Christina Rossetti VV2CRYM
BirdsByStiofan: "Upon this leafy bush
With thorns and roses in it,
Flutters a thing of light,
A twittering Linnet."
Walter de la Mare
mackuro3: It reminds me of Walter de la Mare’s avowed concern not with “matter of fact” but with “matter of truth”, but without doubt, our rabbi must be following the same path as the insightful English poet did, in spite of the seeming conflict in the choice of words.
Fareed02ahmed: Mute shadows creeping slow
Mark how the hours go.
Every stone is mouldering slow.
And the least winds that blow
Some minutest atom shake,
Some fretting ruin make
In roof and walls. How black it is
Beneath these thick boughed trees!
By Walter de la Mare
theodora48agc: AmblesideOnline Poetry Anthology Volume Two: Walter de la Mare, Eugene Field, James Whitcomb Riley, Christina Rossetti QWEMVOK
winterdamonbot: "Why are you named Winter?"
"It’s a poem by Walter de la Mare," I tell him, but he’s probably not interested in hearing it. "My mom said the poem made a cold and bitter season seem pretty. You just have to look closer." He just stares out beyond the railing, looking thoughtful.
DF_Lewis: I can’t see THE WHARF by Walter de la Mare has ever been anthologised other than in a handful of complete volumes of his stories.
welfordwrites: The Children of Stare, a poem by Walter de la Mare. This poem has an air of mystery and something sinister about it. Click the link!
felicita70jv: AmblesideOnline Poetry Anthology Volume Two: Walter de la Mare, Eugene Field, James Whitcomb Riley, Christina Rossetti EJJ3NKK
UnrulySonne: “…clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.”
Walter de la Mare, Autumn
Gretzoid: Works from 12-year-old Pamela Bianco’s 1919 exhibition, accompanied by poems by Walter de la Mare.
DF_Lewis: “…a delight in words that to this day I firmly believe that things are at least twice the better and richer for being called by them.”
— Walter de la Mare
DF_Lewis: My review of ODD SHOP by Walter de la Mare.
A landmark discovery.
DF_Lewis: THE TRUMPET by Walter de la Mare
This is possibly the most frightening, suspenseful narration in the whole of WDLM…
UnrulySonne: “There is a wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was”
The beginning of Autumn (November) by Walter de la Mare.
TheLastHatGirl: ‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest’s ferny floor...'
Walter De La Mare
(Art by John Atkinson Grimshaw)
CarlyanneMcCon1: Far overhead - the glass set fair
I heard a raven in the air;
'Twixt roof and stars it fanning went,
And croaked in sudden dreariment ...
~The Omen by Walter de La Mare
Ill Omen ~ Frances Macdonald
MDaviot: Where, tell me where, is Walter de la Mare?
Does he really lie whisht in his tomb?
Or is he palely behind you each night on the stair
As you climb to your moon-drowsed room?
djcontraption: ..upon the door again a second time;
‘Is there anybody there?’ he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over & looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed & still.
fr—The Listeners
Walter de la Mare
HarthouseJames: "The Listeners" by Walter de la Mare
Something for a Halloween mood . . .
(See also the lengthy note about the poem.)
Tina69911364: "There are two sides to every person. One that we reveal to the world and another we keep hidden inside. A duality governed by the balance of light and darkness." ('Emily Thorne')
Walter de la Mare, "Me"
PaulaCappa1: All Hallows Eve. Need a ghost story for tomorrow night? Try Walter de la Mare. Audio too! At Reading Fiction Blog
deannamascle: The Listeners by Walter de la Mare - Poems | Academy of American Poets
OneTruePoster: Walter de la Mare's "Seaton's Aunt" is an incredibly powerful story. This subtle, creeping, nauseous, uncertain dread to it.
