#evangeline - Hello Poetry

I’m reading a book of poetry it's nine hundred pages long, penned by a man of many dreams whose words are historical songs. I remember reading those words when we studied him back in school, the class was "American Lit" masters of the "poets pool". Henry Wadsworth Longfellow whose work has endured the years, ole "Wordy Wadsworth” he was named by the men who were his peers. His writings contain many musings spanning the centuries of time, my favorite story of all a narrative poem, "Evangeline". This particular poem, a masterpiece blending talent, knowledge, and heart, containing pathos, love, and history t’was recounting the “Cajun” start. Numerous stories he's told using plenty more words, or few, tales wringing either hard, or soft embellished with wondrous hues. Spellbound, in awe of his words I'm carried away on the wings, of thoughts, dreams and fantasies to where his poetic muse springs. ~

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Dec 8, 2017

Dec 8, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC

BriannaLovess

Poet of Past

I’m reading a book of poetry it's nine hundred pages long, penned by a man of many dreams whose words are historical songs. I remember reading those words when we studied him back in school, the class was "American Lit" masters of the "poets pool". Henry Wadsworth Longfellow whose work has endured the years, ole "Wordy Wadsworth” he was named by the men who were his peers. His writings contain many musings spanning the centuries of time, my favorite story of all a narrative poem, "Evangeline". This particular poem, a masterpiece blending talent, knowledge, and heart, containing pathos, love, and history t’was recounting the “Cajun” start. Numerous stories he's told using plenty more words, or few, tales wringing either hard, or soft embellished with wondrous hues. Spellbound, in awe of his words I'm carried away on the wings, of thoughts, dreams and fantasies to where his poetic muse springs. ~

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“**Hineni, Hineni; I’m ready, my lord.” (For Evangeline Ruth Hope**) <> *”Hineni is Hebrew for “here I am,” and is the response Abraham gives when God calls on him to sacrifice his son Isaac. It is also the name of a prayer of preparation and humility, addressed to God”* <> *what you do not know is that this word, was spoken with a fist beating a pin into the praying man’s chest recited daily, shades of hopeful, reverent resonance, a shaded resolution, disguised as a quavering variable, a statement, a questioning, an unsteady surety, all of the above this word, rooted in my genetic consciousness, been ready repeated since my first whispering was I ten years aged? first time, full on bowing on the synagogue floor, not fully understanding or ready to confess my selfish need for forgiveness, my forehead resting on my stubbed fingers resting on carpet, worn thin by my predecessors ancestors, who now comprehend more, but then, never enough these same fingers, that write this collective, Hineni, a word repeated oft, flavoring of the who of who I am, a training in soul fracking from early childhood, its import, powerful beyond today’s identity revisionist empowering let me plainly speak, in the original language taught to me with that other tag along, English, a lingua franca, a dialect that can never capture a soul presenting himself in substantiated readiness for the whatever exists in between hallelujah and hineni, where the rubber soul hits the road, stumbling on hands and knees on a forest path of roots and soil, where sunlight breaks tween branches, are road signs to look up, look down, look within I know your name, Evangeline Ruth Hope analyzed its components, cleverly constructed Greek and Hebrew rooted, bearer of good tidings, following Ruth in, to hope, you a Moabite in Mormon Utah, preparing yourself for exposure, practicing humility unceasingly seeking good that is how it should be cannot translate well enough what was this gift given to me learning as a youth, a wanderer, tribal member where beseeching is second nature, and accepting personal responsibility fully cardinal, fiddling prayers while standing unsteady on the roofs of extreme shakiness hineni is then but this: a prideful admission of strength ready ready ready, here I am, completely unready for the unknown future foretold, hineni I know here I am, ready or not, find me so I can be found, cease, help me cease, my foundering, confident in my willingness to find a way* netanel 9/12/19

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Sep 12, 2019

Sep 12, 2019 at 8:27 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

“Hineni, Hineni; I’m ready, my lord.” (For Evangeline Ruth Hope)

“**Hineni, Hineni; I’m ready, my lord.” (For Evangeline Ruth Hope**) <> *”Hineni is Hebrew for “here I am,” and is the response Abraham gives when God calls on him to sacrifice his son Isaac. It is also the name of a prayer of preparation and humility, addressed to God”* <> *what you do not know is that this word, was spoken with a fist beating a pin into the praying man’s chest recited daily, shades of hopeful, reverent resonance, a shaded resolution, disguised as a quavering variable, a statement, a questioning, an unsteady surety, all of the above this word, rooted in my genetic consciousness, been ready repeated since my first whispering was I ten years aged? first time, full on bowing on the synagogue floor, not fully understanding or ready to confess my selfish need for forgiveness, my forehead resting on my stubbed fingers resting on carpet, worn thin by my predecessors ancestors, who now comprehend more, but then, never enough these same fingers, that write this collective, Hineni, a word repeated oft, flavoring of the who of who I am, a training in soul fracking from early childhood, its import, powerful beyond today’s identity revisionist empowering let me plainly speak, in the original language taught to me with that other tag along, English, a lingua franca, a dialect that can never capture a soul presenting himself in substantiated readiness for the whatever exists in between hallelujah and hineni, where the rubber soul hits the road, stumbling on hands and knees on a forest path of roots and soil, where sunlight breaks tween branches, are road signs to look up, look down, look within I know your name, Evangeline Ruth Hope analyzed its components, cleverly constructed Greek and Hebrew rooted, bearer of good tidings, following Ruth in, to hope, you a Moabite in Mormon Utah, preparing yourself for exposure, practicing humility unceasingly seeking good that is how it should be cannot translate well enough what was this gift given to me learning as a youth, a wanderer, tribal member where beseeching is second nature, and accepting personal responsibility fully cardinal, fiddling prayers while standing unsteady on the roofs of extreme shakiness hineni is then but this: a prideful admission of strength ready ready ready, here I am, completely unready for the unknown future foretold, hineni I know here I am, ready or not, find me so I can be found, cease, help me cease, my foundering, confident in my willingness to find a way* netanel 9/12/19

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You were like my Evangeline so far unattainable something that I couldn’t quite reach my grasp never close enough I longed for you, but couldn’t quite reach. You were my Evangeline.

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May 24

May 24, 2026 at 7:29 PM UTC

naebaegreen

Evangeline

You were like my Evangeline so far unattainable something that I couldn’t quite reach my grasp never close enough I longed for you, but couldn’t quite reach. You were my Evangeline.

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