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FaizaFazal9: Strange Meetings.
If suddenly a clod of
earth should
rise,
And walk about, and
breathe, and
speak, and
love,
How one would tremble,
and in what surprise
Gasp;
“Can you move?”
I see men walking &
i always feel:
“ Earth how have you
done this? What can you be?”
Harold Monro
Aquetica5573: When the tea is brought at five o'clockAnd all the neat curtains are drawn with care,The little black cat with bright green eyesIs suddenly purring there.,Harold Monro, Collected Poems,cats, tea,
gnilwoce: “When the tea is brought at five o'clock
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with bright green eyes
Is suddenly purring there.”
― Harold Monro, Collected Poems
LAHMCCABE: May all our poetry readings begin with a ´ripple of expectation’ and an ´expectant hush’ A description of a Yeats reading at Harold Monro’s The Poetry Bookshop.
PieCorbett: Exploring Harold Monro’s wonderful poem Overheard on a Saltmarsh.
plastic_bio: O cool glad pasture; living tree, tall corn,Great cliff, or languid sloping sand, cold sea,Waves: river curving; you, eternal flowers,Give me content, while I can think of you:Give me your living breath!Back to your rampart, Death!
- Harold Monro
hk_elona: Living, by Harold Monro.
gnilwoce: “When the tea is brought at five o'clock
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with bright green eyes
Is suddenly purring there.”
― Harold Monro, Collected Poems
gregcatarino1: "When the tea is brought at five o'clock
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with bright green eyes
Is suddenly purring there."
- Harold Monro
sakenohime: Hush, I stole them out of the moon.
Give me your beads, I want them.
No.
I will howl in the deep lagoon
For your green glass beads, I love them so.
Give them me. Give them.
No.
- Harold Monro (1879 - 1932)
DeadPoetsDaily: City Storm on Dead Poets Daily
Reedings_Year4: We’re looking at the poem ‘Overheard on a Saltmarsh’ by Harold Monro. Today, we are performing the poem as the Nymph and the Goblin
McLaughlanSmit1: “O gentle vision in the dawn:
My spirit over faint cool water glides,
Child of the day,
To thee;
And thou art drawn
By kindred impulse over silver tides
The dreamy way
To me.”
― Harold Monro, Collected Poems
nicratwoman: “When the tea is brought at five o'clock
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with bright green eyes
Is suddenly purring there.”
― Harold Monro
LynnyLoo6: Whether it be a person or a race,
Earth with a smiling face,
Will hold and smother him
in her large arms.
“The Earth for Sale”
Harold Monro
1928
shrewsday1: "When the tea is brought at five o’clock, and all the neat curtains are drawn with care, the little black cat with bright green eyes is suddenly purring there"
-Harold Monro
mister__roy: Enjoying an account by Edge Hill student M.L. Annakin of a visit to Harold Monro's Poetry Bookshop in Bloomsbury, c1913. 'Poets of all ages are, of course, on sale here, but most of the habitues of the place are there to feel their way in that mist of modern literature...
jcolag: Waves: river curving; you, eternal flowers / Give me content, while I can think of you.
Harold Monro
war_poets: 22 May 1916 Robert Graves is in London; he visits hospital for a check-up on his repaired nose, lunches with Eddie Marsh and then meets with Harold Monro, who informs him he has ordered 150 copies of Graves’s forthcoming book.
SJohnsdottire: Favorite poem from childhood, and I still love it -
war_poets: 20 April 1915 Edward Thomas sends some of his poems to Harold Monro, proprietor of the Poetry Bookshop ‘I should like some to please you. Let me know if any do, but if any don’t, please don’t tell me what you think of them'
LucyLondon7: WW1 poet Harold Monro was born on 14th March 1879 He founded the Poetry Bookshop, London where many poets went to read their work or stay in rooms above the shop.
IKStuart: happy Harold Monro day !
all round nice guy (wilfred owen lived in his attic for a while) & key proponent of modernist poetry performance, even if he was wrong about Joyce
johnstonglenn: Poet Harold Monro was born OTD in 1879. He ran the Poetry Bookshop in Bloomsbury from 1913 to 1926 and advised Sylvia Beach against opening up in London. He said Joyce should have stopped writing after A Portrait but included him in the 1933 anthology Twentieth Century Poetry.
KJakubowicz: At a party at Harold Monro's, Anand considers the guests:
I was distressed that there were lurking prejudices in all of them about the East.
'I understand Indians have written very few novels,' said Lawrence, confirming my prognostications. 'Only fables with moral lessons.'
3/6
LAHMCCABE: There are some rather nice copies of this available. The history of the publication and the series is fascinating.
gnilwoce: “When the tea is brought at five o'clock
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with bright green eyes
Is suddenly purring there.”
― Harold Monro, Collected Poems
MelanieJaxn: "When the tea is brought at five o'clock
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with bright green eyes
Is suddenly purring there." ~ Harold Monro
gregcatarino1: "When the tea is brought at five o'clock
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with bright green eyes
Is suddenly purring there."
- Harold Monro
MelanieJaxn: "When the tea is brought at five o'clock
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with bright green eyes
Is suddenly purring there." ~ Harold Monro
LAHMCCABE: Does anyone know if there is a history of Harold Monro’s London Poetry Bookshop? I see there is a bibliography of what the press published. To have been able to listen in on the conversation…although I suspect I would have had something to say before long!
LAHMCCABE: Answered my own question -
michaelscaines: Ordinarily I tinker at my work endlessly, but am never convinced that it gets any better – or worse. Harold Monro once said to me of a poem I showed him: “It’s alright, except that every word is wrong”: I accepted that as a likely verdict on my poetry.
– JR Ackerley, July 26 1940
jntod: And the award for Recklessly Offending Your Poet Friends goes to... Harold Monro
GraveRobynz: I will howl in a deep lagoon
For your green glass beads, I love them so.
Give them me. Give them.
No.
HAROLD MONRO
SQPepperanne: Milk for the Cat by Harold Monro. Visit
FordMadoxFordie: ‘I have got something else in my head, but I like a month or so to fiddle away at things and make them look really careless.’ —Ford promises a poem to Harold Monro, in a letter of 9 June 1920
FordMadoxFordie: ‘Of course I am a poet: only, as I once wrote in a poem I never published:
“When other Bards sing mortal loud, like swearing,
Like poor Dan Robin, grateful for your crumb,
If the wind lulls I try to get a hearing.”’
Ford publishes a poem in a letter to Harold Monro, 30 May 1920
HPTuition: We asked our tutors to identify one poem that means a lot to them personally…
Former Primary School teacher and HPE tutor Tom shares his.
‘Overheard on a Saltmarsh’ by Harold Monro.
To find out more about our tutors please click here:
o_franco_aleman: Harold Monro
plastic_bio: O cool glad pasture; living tree, tall corn,Great cliff, or languid sloping sand, cold sea,Waves: river curving; you, eternal flowers,Give me content, while I can think of you:Give me your living breath!Back to your rampart, Death!
- Harold Monro
gnilwoce: “When the tea is brought at five o'clock
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with bright green eyes
Is suddenly purring there.”
― Harold Monro, Collected Poems
idlehearts: Harold Monro Quotes
mbharrington501: A flower is looking through the ground,
Blinking at the April weather;
Now a child has seen the flower:
Now they go and play together.
–Harold Monro (1879–1932)
kevblue777: A flower is looking through the ground,
Blinking at the April weather;
Now a child has seen the flower:
Now they go and play together.
–Harold Monro (1879–1932)
platospupil: A flower is looking through the ground,
Blinking at the April weather;
Now a child has seen the flower:
Now they go and play together.
–Harold Monro (1879–1932)
TeresaBacon20: Good Morning World
A flower is looking through the ground,
Blinking at the April weather;
Now a child has seen the flower:
Now they go and play together.
–Harold Monro (1879–1932)
OccultFan: A flower is looking through the ground,
Blinking at the April weather;
Now a child has seen the flower:
Now they go and play together.
–Harold Monro (1879–1932)
HabbyMomma: A flower is looking through the ground,
Blinking at the April weather;
Now a child has seen the flower:
Now they go and play together.
–Harold Monro (1879–1932)
LucyLondon7: WW1 poet Harold Munro was born on 14th March 1879. He founded the Poetry Bookshop in London.
nicratwoman: The white saucer like some full moon descends
At last from the clouds of the table above;
She sighs and dreams and thrills and glows,
Transfigured with love.
― Harold Monro
nicratwoman: She nestles over the shining rim,
Buries her chin in the creamy sea;
Her tail hangs loose; each drowsy paw
Is doubled under each bending knee.
― Harold Monro
nicratwoman: Draws and dips her body to heap
Her sleepy nerves in the great arm-chair,
Lies defeated and buried deep
Three or four hours unconscious there.”
― Harold Monro
nicratwoman: A long, dim ecstasy holds her life;
Her world is an infinite shapeless white,
Till her tongue has curled the last holy drop,
Then she sinks back into the night,
― Harold Monro
MikeLindgren: "The jottings of a half-idiotic schoolgirl." -- The port Harold Monro, speaking of the poetry of Emily Dickinson in 1925
a_siab: Strange Meetings.
If suddenly a clod of
earth should
rise,
And walk about, and
breathe, and
speak, and love,
How one would tremble,
and in what surprise
Gasp: " Can you move?"
I see men walking and
I always feel:
" Earth! How have you
done this? What
can you be?"
Harold Monro.
somequotesbot: "The children eat and wriggle and laugh,The two old ladies stroke their silk;But the cat is grown small and thin with desire,Transformed to a creeping lust for milk." - Harold Monro
SansSerif_: Harold Monro, Overheard on a Salt Marsh, 1917
It me.
~Goblin, why do you love them so?
They are better than stars or water,
Better than voices of winds that sing,
Better than any man’s fair daughter,
Your green glass beads on a silver ring.
Hush, I stole them out of the moon.
DickensFellowHQ: Born OTD - 19/10/1784 - Leigh Hunt, poet, critic and model for Harold Skimpole in BH. "As it has given you so much pain, I take it at its worst, and say I am deeply sorry, and that I feel I did wrong in doing it." Letter to Hunt Nov. 1854
BobCox_SFE: Very much so.
‘When all the lamps were lighted in the town
I passed into the street ways and I watched,
Wakeful, almost happy,
And half the night I wandered in the street.’ by Harold Monro
Featured in ‘OD to Famous Poetry and Prose’.
HarpAcademy1: Kerr class reading ‘overheard on a salt marsh’ by Harold Monro.
dwinle: 112. Nightingale Near the House. Harold Monro. Modern British Poetry - I’ve just read this for the first time. Beautiful. Goodnight Fellow Earth Sharers
walterm: ‘Collingwood Gee, the fan-painter’ is mentioned in passing in Harold Monro and the Poetry Bookshop by Joy Grant (1967) as one of the English expatriate community in Florence
CeruleanDream1: "O gentle vision in the dawn: My spirit over faint cool water glides, Child of the day, To thee; And thou art drawn By kindred impulse over silver tides The dreamy way To me." ~Harold Monro
ARoseSays: When the tea is brought at five o’clock, and all the neat curtains are drawn with care, the little black cat with bright green eyes is suddenly purring there. —Harold Monro
hatemmmabobakr: "What I saw was just one eye
In the dawn as I was going:
A bird can carry all the sky
In that little button glowing...
Never in my life I went
So deep into the firmament."
Harold Monro.
pdepablo: Harold Monro
nicratwoman: “When the tea is brought at five o'clock
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with bright green eyes
Is suddenly purring there.”
― Harold Monro
war_poets: 20 April 1915 Edward Thomas sends some of his poems to Harold Monro, proprietor of the Poetry Bookshop ‘I should like some to please you. Let me know if any do, but if any don’t, please don’t tell me what you think of them'
LucyLondon7: Harold Edward Monro (1879 – 1932) – British poet and founder of the Poetry Bookshop in London was born on 14th March 1879
DrLivGibbs: Books, Portrait of Laura Knight by Harold Knight 1926 (Private Collection).
nicratwoman: “When the tea is brought at five o'clock
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with bright green eyes
Is suddenly purring there.”
― Harold Monro
boomerangbkshop: i’m no poet (nor do i profess to even know much about poetry). i did, however, find harold monro’s the Poetry Bookshop, which opened today 107 years ago in a house in 35 devonshire st. (now boswell) in the…
winningwriters: Our December newsletter includes Harold Monro's poem "Overheard on a Saltmarsh", illustrated by Linda Dyer.
flusteredduck: Aspidistra Street by Harold Edward Monro
MyArousingHeart: “She sighs and dreams
and thrills and glows,”
-Harold Monro, from Before Dawn (Poems & Impressions); “Milk for the Cat,”
StAlfred_dpcdsb: Sergnese grade 3 students display and perform Overheard on a Saltmarsh by Harold Monro .
Goldiekc4: “What I saw was just one eye
In the dawn as I was going:
A bird can carry all the sky
In that little button glowing....”
~ Harold Monro
✨
“He watched their flight; bird after bird: a dark…
LunarLast: "Will you and I, submitting to the wind,
Go northward roaring?"
Harold Monro, Unanswered Question
be_motivated_sc: Overheard on a Salt Marsh
by Harold Monro
"They are better than stars or water,
Better than voices of winds that sing,
Better than any man’s fair daughter,
Your green glass beads on a silver ring.
Hush, I stole them out of the moon."
goodsitebadsite: Harold Monro quotes and quotations
briosclan: 付箋 天使
Elm Angel 1930
by Harold Monro
wood engravings
by Eric Ravilious
booksgo: Collected Poems by Harold Monro
ZolaClyde1: "When the tea is brought at five o'clock
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with...
LanoukArts: O gentle vision in the dawn:
My spirit over faint cool water glides,
Child of the day,
To thee;
And thou art dr...
somequotesbot: "Cupid has offered his arrows for Jesus to try;He has offered his bow for the game.But Jesus went weeping away, and...
IBRescue: "When the tea is brought at five o'clock
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with b...
DezentAnn: O gentle vision in the dawn:
My spirit over faint cool water glides,
Child of the day,
To thee;
And thou art drawn...
hargrettlibrary: The Winter Solstice
by Harold Monro, illustrated by David Jones
published by Faber & Gwyer (Ariel Poems, no. 13), 1928
hargrettlibrary: As we approach the end of the year, we will be sharing some of our favorite winter and holiday themed selections fr...
