"Sacramento River Valley" by Albert Bierstadt‘It’ and Other Poetry by Daniel Leach The Society January 31, 2019 Beauty, Poetry 10 Comments It… It plays upon the glowing, sunset boughs, When shadows have enveloped all below, And distant, other-worldly thoughts arouse A passion in the poet’s soul to go Beyond the earth, beyond the dark’ning sky, Where only unembodied spirits fly. It beckons coyly in that certain look The woodland flower wears in the morning light, Half-hidden in the shadows, by a brook Which murmurs gently, as if to invite The mind in endless beauties to immerse, Unfolding in its little universe. It guides by unseen force the flock of birds That swirls and soars upon the twilight air, And all that lives and breathes, as if by words Unspoken, though however unaware, Yet dance as its mysterious music sways And with our noblest thoughts of freedom, plays. And then, it sometimes visits in a form That haunts like some gigantic destiny; The dark and threatening beauty of a storm Whose coming flash of jagged light we see, Yet feel, as all around the thunder rolls, A primal freedom stirring in our souls. But most, I see it in another’s eyes, That sparkle when a thought is born within, Or fill with tears when holy passions rise That speak of what could be, or could have been; And I am in the presence of a force That is all other earthly Beauty’s source. The Snowflake The brooding mists of my thoughts haunt the morn, And heavily upon the meadows lie, Until, on faintly whispering winds, they’re born Aloft, into the brightening morning sky, And there, as if by magic, high above The dreaming earth, dance with the rays of sun, And are transformed by breath of Heaven’s love To infinitely lovely forms, each one A miracle that never was before! And like angels rejoicing in new birth, In dazzling beauty for a moment soar Above the clouds, then gently fall to earth; They’re mine no more than is the morning dew, And so I leave them on the page for you. Daniel Leach is a poet living in Houston, Texas. He has spent much of his life fighting for the ideals of classical culture and and poetry. His poems have been published on the 21st century classical poetry website www.thechainedmuse.com. More of his writings can be found here. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 10 Responses James Sale January 31, 2019 Beautiful poems, both of them. I love the craft that has gone into these, and I love the thematic preoccupations that drive the work: there is an intense passion here for what is beautiful and your poetry is, I feel, inspired by Apollo. Recently I have had an article published on the Epoch Times about Apollo and the writing of poetry, and perhaps it would be appropriate to direct you to it here: https://www.theepochtimes.com/apollo-and-the-making-of-poetry_2776708.html Reply Dan Leach January 31, 2019 Thank you. I read your article and am humbled by your compliment in light of it. Reply The Chained Muse February 2, 2019 Dear James, I would invite you to perhaps pen an article for The Chained Muse. You seem to have a nice touch when it comes to elucidating such elusive subjects as the question of poetry. Feel free to get in touch with us. Best, David Editor http://www.thechainedmuse.com Reply James Sale May 14, 2019 Thanks David: I am now in touch and these poems by Dan Leach are remarkably good. David Paul Behrens January 31, 2019 The depth of beauty in these poems is beyond description. Very well done! Reply Joseph S. Salemi January 31, 2019 Both poems are very finely executed. One suggestion for “The Snowflake”: in line 3, I believe the last word should be spelled “borne,” not “born,” since you are using the verb /to bear/ in the sense that means “to carry.” The form “born” is only used in reference to the birth process (“He was born on July 5th”). Reply Charles Southerland February 1, 2019 Dan- Your poems are excellent and very enjoyable. I have envy. Reply Monty February 3, 2019 I’m practically drooling at the sheer quality of the timeless ‘It’, Dan. This is poetry in its purest form.. a deeply-felt sentiment: animated with an effortlessly-rich use of language: perfectly clear and unambiguous diction: and with every required discipline impeccably undertaken. What’s more, it contains a deep and meaningful subject-matter: meaningful in the sense that many writers can feel/have felt the ‘something’ to which the poem refers (which, indeed, endows some with the very compulsion to write) . . and deep because that ‘something’ will always remain deliciously enigmatic; not seen.. not tangible.. just ‘there’. I feel (hypothetically) that if I encountered this poem in an anthology containing the work of renowned poets . . it’d look entirely appropriate. I sincerely hope that this poem is somehow able to achieve a far wider audience, and I implore you (unless you already have) to send it to as many avenues as possible within the poetry-world (‘It’ should see the world . and the world should see ‘It’); and if no one’s interested, then ‘proper’ poetry really is in trouble. I share the “envy” of the above commenter . . Reply Monty February 3, 2019 It’s just occurred to me . . . that because of my utter lavishment over ‘It’, you could be excused for assuming that I was indifferent to ‘Snowflake’. Not the case! No one appreciative of real poetry could be indifferent to ‘Snowflake’; as well as all its other qualities, it’s so grammatically-disciplined that it can get away with only one full-stop throughout. And as for the profound line: “. . each one a miracle that never was before” – well, that’s as good as it gets. This is another high-class poem, Dan: but ‘It’ . . . Reply Davey February 4, 2019 Dear Daniel Leach, Sound the trumpets! Bravo! I have never commented on a website before, I don’t know if I ever will again, but never have I been so moved and so taken away by the glowing sound and triumphant belief that lives in your language and is consistent throughout all of your poetry. You have exceptional talent that has clearly been refined and sharpened to further drive in the tap into the tree of life so that the grand and invisible glory of this dear venture can drip and ping into your pen. Keep bringing us rainbows! Please, please keep writing as if the grace of dawn, Beauty and snowflakes depend on it. Because they do! I humbly offer my gratitude and high praise, Davey Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.