Ceridwen

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My Favorite Poems
Do not stand at my grave and weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye

The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes
Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou
All That is Gold Does Not Glitter by J.R.R Tolkien
"Hope" is the thing with feathersW by Emily Dickinson
If by Rudyard Kipling 
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Annabel Lee by Egar Allen Poe

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas
If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda
Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

A Poison Tree by Willam Blake
Dreams by Langston Hughes
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
No Man Is An Island by John Donne
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
Invictus by William Ernest Henley
A Dream Within A Dream by Egar Allen Poe
Fire and Ice by Egar Allen Poe
Alone by Egar Allen Poe
O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman

 

Ceridwen:
Ceridwen was an enchantress, in medieval Welsh legend.
Medieval Welsh poetry refers to her as possessing the cauldron of Poetic Inspiration.
Ceridwen is regarded 
as the Celtic goddess of Poetic inspiration, rebirth, and transformation.


Colby. 15. USA.

This account is for poetry.
Either poems I love, or my own works.

probably more of the former.


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Quotes by Ceridwen

 

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud


I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

- William Wordsworth


Auguries of Innocence


     To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour.

 

- William Blake 


Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep 
I am not there. I do not sleep. 
I am a thousand winds that blow. 
I am the diamond glints on snow. 
I am the sunlight on ripened grain. 
I am the gentle autumn rain. 
When you awaken in the morning's hush 
I am the swift uplifting rush 
Of quiet birds in circled flight. 
I am the soft stars that shine at night. 
Do not stand at my grave and cry; 
I am not there. I did not die. 


The Road Not Taken

Two 
roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day! 
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 

Robert Frost

Dreams

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow. 


Langston Hughes

Phenomenal Woman

            Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
              I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
               But when I start to tell them,
                They think I'm telling lies.
                  I say,
                    It's in the reach of my arms
                     The span of my hips,
                       The stride of my step,
                         The curl of my lips.
                            I'm a woman
                              Phenomenally.
                                Phenomenal woman,
                                  That's me.

                                I walk into a room
                         Just as cool as you please,
                                  And to a man,
                           The fellows stand or
                        Fall down on their knees.
                     Then they swarm around me,
                           A hive of honey bees.
                                      I say,
                           It's the fire in my eyes,
                         And the flash of my teeth,
                           The swing in my waist,
                            And the joy in my feet.
                                  I'm a woman
                                Phenomenally.
                           Phenomenal woman,
                                  That's me.

                                  Men themselves have wondered
                               What they see in me.
                             They try so much
                          But they can't touch
                       My inner mystery.
                    When I try to show them
                  They say they still can't see.
               I say,
             It's in the arch of my back,
           The sun of my smile,
         The ride of my breasts,
        The grace of my style.
      I'm a woman

                            Phenomenally.
                       Phenomenal woman,
                              That's me.

     Now you understand
       Just why my head's not bowed.
         I don't shout or jump about
          Or have to talk real loud.
            When you see me passing
               It ought to make you proud.
                I say,
                  It's in the click of my heels,
                   The bend of my hair,
                      the palm of my hand,
                       The need of my care,
                         'Cause I'm a woman
                            Phenomenally.
                              Phenomenal woman,
                                That's me.