Hi all! It’s TMM again here to wish you a happy Saturday! Today, I thought we would do something a little poetic. To quote the great Johnny Tillotson, Rob truly is ‘poetry in motion’. So, I thought that I would elaborate on that a little and delve into the old poetry files to find something that describes Rob. Now, as some of you might know, I wrote several poems inspired by Rob, because he really is such an inspiration, and I believe that conveying that through the written word can be extremely powerful and intense. In the same way, many famous poets the world over have written some of their greatest works about a love of theirs, be it unrequited or real, and that’s proof enough that someone like Rob really can touch our lives so powerfully. Today, I thought it would be cool to go poem searching until we’ve each found a poem that to us speaks about Rob, in whatever way. But before I reveal which poem I picked, I’ll just prove that Rob really IS poetry in motion:
Now that you’ve wiped the drool from your keyboards and you’ve come (twss) crashing back down to earth, it’s time to share the poem I picked. It’s pretty much my favourite poem ever, and it’s Tennyson’s ‘Fatima’. I think it perfectly captures the way we feel about him, what it’s like to be in our position, especially in a time of Rob Drought, I thought it would be nice to share this with you all:
O Love, Love, Love! O withering might!
O sun, that from thy noonday height
Shudderest when I strain my sight,
Throbbing thro’ all thy heat and light,
Lo, falling from my constant mind,
Lo, parch’d and wither’d, deaf and blind,
I whirl like leaves in roaring wind.
Last night I wasted hateful hours
Below the city’s eastern towers:
I thirsted for the brooks, the showers:
I roll’d among the tender flowers:
I crush’d them on my breast, my mouth;
I look’d athwart the burning drouth
Of that long desert to the south.
Last night, when some one spoke his name,
From my swift blood that went and came
A thousand little shafts of flame
Were shiver’d in my narrow frame.
O Love, O fire! once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul thro’
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
Before he mounts the hill, I know
He cometh quickly: from below
Sweet gales, as from deep gardens, blow
Before him, striking on my brow.
In my dry brain my spirit soon,
Down-deepening from swoon to swoon,
Faints like a daled morning moon.
The wind sounds like a silver wire,
And from beyond the noon a fire
Is pour’d upon the hills, and nigher
The skies stoop down in their desire;
And, isled in sudden seas of light,
My heart, pierced thro’ with fierce delight,
Bursts into blossom in his sight.
My whole soul waiting silently,
All naked in a sultry sky,
Droops blinded with his shining eye:
I will possess him or will die.
I will grow round him in his place,
Grow, live, die looking on his face,
Die, dying clasp’d in his embrace.
Someone once said that we should compile a book of Rob poetry, and perhaps this could be part of it – we choose existing poems that remind us either of Rob or our fandom, and include these with some of our own poems, if you’d be willing to share them. Let me know if you think the Rob Poetry book is a good idea – just send an email to RobAttack1@hotmail.com and address your email to TheMissMod.
For now, I’m interested to see what everyone comes up with for their ‘Rob poems’! Post them in the comments ladies! xoxo