Andrew Marvell: The Mower's Song / Damon the Mower / Tavepong Pratoomwong: Half a Body / Riddled

Songkran Nuanchan | by Tavepong Pratoomwong

Songkran Nuanchan [Bangkok]: photo by TAVEPONG PRATOOMWONG, 23 June 2014

Andrew Marvell: The Mower's Song

My Mind was once the true survey

Of all these Medows fresh and gay;

And in the greenness of the Grass

Did see its Hopes as in a Glass;

When Juliana came, and She

What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.

II.

But these, while I with Sorrow pine,

Grew more luxuriant still and fine;

That not one Blade of Grass you spy'd,

But had a Flower on either side;

When Juliana came, and She

What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.

III.

Unthankful Medows, could you so

A fellowship so true forego,

And in your gawdy May-games meet,

While I lay trodden under feet?

When Juliana came, and She

What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.

IV.

But what you in Compassion ought,

Shall now by my Revenge be wrought:

And Flow'rs, and Grass, and I and all,

Will in one common Ruine fall.

For Juliana comes, and She

What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.

V.

And thus, ye Meadows, which have been

Companions of my thoughts more green,

Shall now the Heraldry become

With which I shall adorn my Tomb;

For Juliana comes, and She

What I do to the Grass, does to my Thoughts and Me.

Andrew Marvell (1621-1678): The Mower's Song, from Miscellaneous Poems, 1681

Keroppi Girl [Bangkok]: photo by TAVEPONG PRATOOMWONG, 8 June 2014

Andrew Marvell: Damon the Mower

Heark how the Mower Damon Sung,

With love of Juliana stung!

While ev'ry thing did seem to paint

The Scene more fit for his complaint.

Like her fair Eyes the day was fair;

But scorching like his am'rous Care.

Sharp like his Sythe his Sorrow was,

And wither'd like his Hopes the Grass.

II.

Oh what unusual Heats are here,

Which thus our Sun-burn'd Meadows sear!

The Grass-hopper its pipe gives ore;

And hamstring'd Frogs can dance no more.

But in the brook the green Frog wades;

And Grass-hoppers seek out the shades.

Only the Snake, that kept within,

Now glitters in its second skin.

III.

This heat the Sun could never raise,

Nor Dog-star so inflame's the dayes.

It from an higher Beauty grow'th,

Which burns the Fields and Mower both:

Which made the Dog, and makes the Sun

Hotter then his own Phaeton.

Not July causeth these Extremes,

But Juliana's scorching beams.

IV.

Tell me where I may pass the Fires

Of the hot day, or hot desires.

To what cool Cave shall I descend,

Or to what gelid Fountain bend?

Alas! I look for Ease in vain,

When Remedies themselves complain.

No moisture but my Tears do rest,

Nor Cold but in her Icy Breast.

How long wilt Thou, fair Shepheardess,

Esteem me, and my Presents less?

To Thee the harmless Snake I bring,

Disarmed of its teeth and sting.

To Thee Chameleons changing-hue,

And Oak leaves tipt with hony due.

Yet Thou ungrateful hast not sought

Nor what they are, nor who them brought.

VI.

I am the Mower Damon, known

Through all the Meadows I have mown.

On me the Morn her dew distills

Before her darling Daffadils.

And, if at Noon my toil me heat,

The Sun himself lick's off my Sweat.

While, going home, the Ev'ning sweet

In cowslip-water bathes my feet.

VII.

What, though the piping Shepherd stock

The plains with an unnum'red Flock,

This Sithe of mine discovers wide

More ground then all his Sheep do hide.

With this the golden fleece I shear

Of all these Closes ev'ry Year.

And though in Wooll more poor then they,

Yet am I richer far in Hay.

VIII.

Nor am I so deform'd to sight,

If in my Sithe I looked right;

In which I see my Picture done,

As in a crescent Moon the Sun.

The deathless Fairyes take me oft

To lead them in their Danses soft:

And, when I tune my self to sing,

About me they contract their Ring.

IX.

How happy might I still have mow'd,

Had not Love here his Thistles sow'd!

But now I all the day complain,

Joyning my Labour to my Pain;

And with my Sythe cut down the Grass,

Yet still my Grief is where it was:

But, when the Iron blunter grows,

Sighing I whet my Sythe and Woes.

While thus he threw his Elbow round,

Depopulating all the Ground,

And, with his whistling Sythe, does cut

Each stroke between the Earth and Root,

The edged Stele by careless chance

Did into his own Ankle glance;

And there among the Grass fell down,

By his own Sythe, the Mower mown.

XI.

Alas! said He, these hurts are slight

To those that dye by Loves despight.

With Shepherds-purse, and Clowns-all-heal,

The Blood I stanch, and Wound I seal.

Only for him no Cure is found,

Whom Julianas Eyes do wound.

'Tis death alone that this must do:

For Death thou art a Mower too.

Andrew Marvell (1621-1678): Damon the The Mower, from Miscellaneous Poems, 1681

Spillage [shopping mall, Bangkok]: photo by TAVEPONG PRATOOMWONG, 22 August 2015

Spillage [shopping mall, Bangkok]: photo by TAVEPONG PRATOOMWONG, 22 August 2015

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Riddled

Yellow Twilight | by Tavepong Pratoomwong

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instantané

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El laboratorio de ISIS q hemos visto en Jamdaniya tenía todos los materiales para fabricar explosivos caseros: image via Principia Marsupia @pmarsupia, 14 April 2017

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Pueblos enteros destrozados por ISIS en la carretera a Mosul. Volverá alguna vez la vida aquí?: image via Principia Marsupia @pmarsupia, 14 April 2017

Antes de la ocupación de ISIS, aquí vivían 50.000 personas. Nadie ha vuelto. Y probablemente nadie volverá a este escenario del horror.: tweet via Principia Marsupia @pmarsupia, 14 April 2017

ISIS ha pasado por esta zona cercana a Mosul: image via Principia Marsupia @pmarsupia, 14 April 2017

El claustro de una iglesia cristiana convertida por ISIS en un campo de tiro. En Jamdaniya, cerca de Mosul.: image via Principia Marsupia @pmarsupia, 14 April 2017

Una fábrica de explosivos de ISIS, dentro de una iglesia cristiana en Jamdaniya, cerca de Mosul: image via Principia Marsupia @pmarsupia, 14 April 2017

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Así son los coches bomba suicidas q está utilizando ISIS en Mosul. Los blindan para q sea imposible pararlos a tiros.: image via Principia Marsupia @pmarsupia, 14 April 2017

ISIS afirma q ha utilizado 401 coches bomba suicidas desde que se inició la batalla por Mosul. 401 coches bomba suicidas en una misma ciudad.: tweet via Principia Marsupia @pmarsupia, 14 April 2017

Después de 3 años de gobierno de ISIS en Mosul, y entre la destrucción, el dolor y los combates, la sonrisa de los más pequeños.: image via Principia Marsupia @pmarsupia, 13 April 2017

Cientos de críos q han vivido bajo ISIS durante 3 años y ahora duermen en el barro tras escapar de los combates en Mosul.: image via Principia Marsupia @pmarsupia, 12 April 2017

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En la batalla por la Ciudad Vieja de Mosul, las tropas avanzan por agujeros en las casas. ISIS a veces esté al otro lado del la pared.: image via Principia Marsupia @pmarsupia, 11 April 2017

Así ha quedado el campus de la Universidad de Mosul, una zona de la ciudad ya liberada del ISIS (Foto de Marko Djurica): image via Principia Marsupia @pmarsupia, 10 April 2017

What's the problem with cold wars?

Missiles and kids are a popular and politically correct combo in the show at Pyongyang Children's palace. #ylemaailmalla: image via Mika Mäkeläinen @Mikareport, 14 April 2017

Start time changed to 520am again; neat rows of vehicles moving slowly through streets of #Pyongyang presumably for parade today #DPRK: image via Jeremy Koh @JeremyKohCNA, 14 April 2017

J. H. Almeida: What's the problem with cold wars?

The plums drop,

Splat!

Spoiling on the concrete,

As I peel the skin off my forehead.

Thinking,

"What's the problem with cold wars?"

J. H. Almeida: What's the problem with cold wars? (16 July 2016)

At the big parade

#DPRK begins military parade in Pyongyang to mark 105th anniversary of birth of founder Kim Il Sung: image via Steve Herman @W7VOA, 14 April 2017

Crowd cheers as Kim Jong Un appears on dais for the parade. #DPRK: image via Steve Herman @W7VOA, 14 April 2017

In North Korea there shall be no disputes in the media about the crowd count for the leadership's parade.: image via Steve Herman @W7VOA, 14 April 2017

Kim Jong Un enjoys the fly-by in honor of his grandfather's 105th birth anniversary. #DPRK: image via Steve Herman @W7VOA, 14 April 2017

And the parade in Kim Il Sung Square is underway. #DPRK: image via Steve Herman @W7VOA, 14 April 2017

Oh. Oh dear. Those look like some big solid fueled missiles.: image via Michael Duitsman @DuitsyWasHere, 14 April 2017

no thats not the KN-08 this is the KN-08 the last canister one is for something larger [replying to @nktpnd @mhanham]: image via Nathan J Hunt @ISNJH, 14 April 2017

This is major development: image via Nathan J Hunt @ISNJH, 14 April 2017

@DaveSchmerler @mhanham @ArmsControlWonk KN-11 or Pukguksong-2: image via Nathan J Hunt @ISNJH, 14 April 2017

Just released #Japan NISD annual report: #DPRK missile capabilities are diversifying, while its nuclear development is advancing.: image via Steve Herman @W7VOA, 14 April 2017

Kim Jong Un’s rockets are getting an important boost — from China. Another sobering [report] from from @Joby Warrick: image via Anna Fifield @annafifield, 13 April 2017

Despite China’s public efforts to rein in North Korea’s behavior, Chinese companies continue to act as enablers: image via Anna Fifield @annafifield, 13 April 2017

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