Sunday, June 10, 2012

Deja Vu


I'm catching up with the CQJP, stitching my May block with the TAST stitches from last month.  There on the bottom you can see that I did a half chevron stitch seam embellished with buttons.  The little yellow bird is being auditioned for that spot.  It's the bird or a red poppy, I haven't decided yet.


I used bullion stitch to add fanciful flowers to a branch that frames the white crane.  I like bullion stitch, it has a nice rhythm to it once you get going.  I added glass leaf-shaped beads instead of embroidering them.


The basic design for the branch comes from this 1970s-era crewel embroidery book.  I've added this to my collection in the past few years, but I know we also had one of these at home when I was growing up.


I stitched this vine motif when I was a teenager.  This piece of crewel embroidery was turned into a pillow and then had an unfortunate run through the laundry, but I still have it.



 It was an important learning piece.  Instead of the original poem I substituted a stanza (it continues on the back) of W.B. Yeats' "The Lake Isle of Innisfree."  Here's the whole poem:

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
 
You can hear a recording of Yeats reading the poem here on poets.org.  His lovely
recitation sounds like singing.

1 comment:

Finn said...

Morning Barb, *VBS*, you new piece of stitchery(in progress) is lovely. I can hardly wait to see the finished project.
The Lake Isle is a personal favorite of many years. It's quite amazing how many have never had the pleasure of hearing it read. You have given me back such lovely memories with sharing it with us. It seems that poetry has fallen out of popularity these past years with the rise of instant media..could just be my opinion. I happily recall many memorized poems from high school English in the 1950's...yup, I'm that old, LOL. Hugs, Finn