Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Friday, November 13, 2015

Fussingø Forest, a mild November Day and a Norwegian Forest Cat.....


The last Days of Autumn. ....

Fussingø, the day before the leaves were all blown away by the storm.


Will we get a record-hot November again in 2015? The temperature yesterday was 16 degrees Celsius and some sleeping butterflies woke up and fluttered around..

Some people still wear short jeans - and on the jogging trip in the evening even summer shorts!
The air is warm both day and night.

The average temperature for a November day is 7 degrees Celsius.


Yellow/Green Beauty

Autumn, especially in poetry, has often been associated with melancholia - the summer has gone and winter is near. Skies are grey and the evenings are dark, but these present warm lovely autumn days of 2015 are not a breeding ground for melancholia, but maybe I should be at the forefront. You'll never know how things look next week!  So here's a little poem about autum from a master.

When a sighing begins
In the violins
Of the autumn-song,
My heart is drowned
In the slow sound
Languorous and long

Pale as with pain,
Breath fails me when
The hours toll deep.

My thoughts recover
The days that are over,
And I weep.


And I go
Where the winds know,
Broken and brief,
To and fro,
As the winds blow
A dead leaf.


 “Chanson d’Automne” by Paul Verlaine, from Poèmes saturniens (1866). Translated by Arthur Symons in Poems (First Collected Edition, 1902)




Some of the forest at Fussingø were laid out as untouched forest since 1992. The section is no longer used for timber or fuel. The trees live as long as they can. The dead trees are important habitats for mammals, birds, insects and other little animals. The forest will gradually turn into a kind of jungle with fallen and dead trees and a variation of trees growing up.



Cyclists in the forest
Lady with dog

old oaks by the road.
The path down to the forest.
The Fussingø district was inhabited since Stone Age. The first safe proof of human settlements is from the bondestenalder which begins 4200 BC. From this period are found many flint axes.  


the buzzard high up in the blue.
A hen in the road, the hens at Fussingø live a dangerous life. The whole flock was up in the traffic road a short minute before I took the photo, but they are very.very fast to get away from the traffic. They disappeared down in the garden below in the flash of a light.  
Fussingø slot in the background.
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See Link:

http://www.fussingoeslot.dk/ 

Fussingø slot is today used for alternate exhibitions of art and arts and crafts. In other buildings are Nature School and Skov- og Naturstyrelsen. Fussingø is owned by the Danish State.

The German family  Skeel von Plessen owned the estate until the end of WWII, where the estate was confiscated by the Danish State as some kind of war compensation.

Fussingø slot is only open during the year in connection to various arrangements etc. The park is
open to the public all year.

Fussingø skov

Stævningsskoven . The coppice forest on the other side of the brook.

The coppice forest (Stævningsskoven)  is the earliest known form of forestry in Denmark It can be traced back to Stone Age in Denmark and further back in other parts of Europe.

The coppice forest began in connection to the peasants' need for fence, fuel, grazing for the livestock, poles, posts etc. The landlords had the right to use the upper section of the forest, while the peasants had to settle for what they could find in the low forest. The coppice forest was a smart solution for the peasants, since this type of forest developed an upper forest, if it was coppiced regularly - and in this way they could keep on their right to use the forest.

When new materials arrived in the 1800s like stone, bricks, stone dikes, earth banks and fences like wire and fossil fuel, the importance of the coppice forest disappeared and the coppice forests were mainly allowed to stay as they were.

an old fragile bridge
the old boat is still there




Well, here comes the ruler of the water mill!


Dear Cat, I see from the facts below that you are adapted to a very cold climate. Don't you feel it is too hot here? Maybe you should have a little hair cut? Oh no, that would be a shame. You are so beautiful, and you know it. Maybe you have adapted to the mild climate too. I hope you have, but you have really got a big beautiful and hot fur coat! Do you like ice cream? 

Last time I met this cat it was so aristocratic that it was not interested in talking to me. Let's see how the pretty cat behaves today.....


Facts: The Norwegian forest cat is a breed of domestic cat native to Northern Europe. This natural breed is adapted to a very cold climate with top coat of glossy long water-shedding hairs, and a wooly undercoat for insulation. It is a big, strong cat, similar to the American Maine Coon  breed, with long legs, a bushy tail and a sturdy body. The breed is very good at climbing, since they have strong claws. 



Hello, are you social or aristocratic today, dear cat?
What a cuddly cat!
Wauw, you've actually got autumn colours. So beautiful.
Bye, bye....I'll go find my good landlady. She's got some food for me. and maybe some ice cream !

Emeraldgreen ferns
See you next year at Fussingø............


The Mill Pond
Long-tailed tit - the afternoon light was fading!!




Nature's beautiful decay. 

Text and photo November 2015: grethe bachmann :





Sunday, April 15, 2012

I met a Red Kite Yesterday.....


















Red Kite


by Allen Willianms from Bridgend about a Red Kite in Mid Wales.

What are you thinking my wild friend
As you claim supremacy of the summer sky?
What magic holds you there without a single flap
Of your gorgeous wings?

















Who dresssed you today wondrous one
In a rust coloured waistcoat and a starched white shirt?
Your taloned wings outstretched embrace the sky
You truly are God's work.


















Who are you nagging with that fishwife song?
They can hear you from Garreg Dan to Caban Coch
Keep on calling my brave beloved, someone will come,
You cannot be the last Red Kite.


Written by Allen Williams 1972. 




photo Djursland 14. April 2012: grethe bachmann











Thursday, October 28, 2010

My Afternoon Coffee, Please - where's my Butler?



What I want
Is a proper cup of coffee
Brewed in a proper
Copper coffee pot
I may be off my dot
But I want a cup of coffee
From a proper coffee pot
Tin coffee pots
Or iron coffee pots
Are no use to me
If I can't have
A cup of coffe
From a proper coffee pot
I'll have a cup of tea.


photo:gb

Monday, October 27, 2008

November 2008 - William Stanley Braithwaite





"There is music in the meadows, in the air --
Autumn is here;
Skies are gray, but hearts are mellow,
Leaves are crimson, brown, and yellow;
Pines are soughing, birches stir,
And the Gipsy trail is fresh beneath the fir.
There is rhythm in the woods, and in the fields,
Nature yields:
And the harvest voices crying,
Blend with Autumn zephyrs sighing;
Tone and color, frost and fire,
Wings the nocturne Nature plays upon her lyre."
- William Stanley Braithwaite, Lyric of Autumn

photo October 2008: grethe bachmann, Moesgård Have, Moesgård Museum

Sunday, February 26, 2006

March

March wind is a jolly fellow;
He likes to joke and play.
He turns umbrellas inside out
And blows men's hats away.
He calls the pussy willows
And whisper in each ear,
'Wake up you lazy little seeds
Don't you know that spring is here'?

photo: gb

Saturday, December 10, 2005

Der er ingenting i verden så stille som sne


Skovridervej ved Marselisborg
photo: grethe bachmann


Der er ingenting i verden så stille som sne
når den sagte gennem luften daler
dæmper dine skridt, tysser, tysser blidt
på de stemmer, som for höjlydt taler

der er ingenting i verden af en renhed som sne
svanedun fra himlens hvide vinger
på din haand et fnug, er som taaredug
hvide tanker tyst i dans sig svinger

der er ingenting i verden der kan mildne som sne
tys, du lytter til det tavse klinger
aah saa fin en klang, sölverklokkesang
inderst inde i dit hjerte ringer.

Helge Rode 1896