Does the place where you live fill you
with inspiration? Is the view from your window of crashing waves, or
a rugged clifftop, or maybe fields of poppies dancing in the breeze?
No? Me neither. Just a view of houses and gardens, roads and
pavements. Except there is inspiration there – in the street names.
The area where I live is called Poets Corner,
where as you might guess, the streets are all named after poets.
Amongst them we have Longfellow Road, Tennyson Road, Shelley Road,
Keats Road, and various others who I have to admit I know little
about, such as Meredith Road and Herrick Road.
Seeing as I walk or drive along these streets every day, I thought it only right to find out who these poets were.
Obviously I'd heard of Longfellow, Tennyson, Shelley and Keats. But
as to Herrick Road, I had to ask Google.
I discovered that Robert Herrick was a
16th century clergyman and poet who wrote more than 2,500 poems,
which makes me feel slightly ashamed to say I hadn't even heard of
him. I have now though and I've enjoyed browsing some of his work.
Here's one of his short poems that you may not have read:
Robert Herrick |
Four Things Make Us Happy Here
Health is he first good lent to men;
A gentle disposition then;
Next, to be rich by no by-ways;
Lastly, with friends t' enjoy our
days.
Robert Herrick
We have an
Omar Road too, named after the Persian scholar and poet Omar Khayyam.
I knew the name but was amazed to learn that he was an 11th century
writer – such a long time ago yet we all remember the name.
And then
there's Lord Lytton Avenue. Research reveals that this was Edward
Robert Bulwer Lytton a 19th century English statesman and poet. I was fascinated to also learn that he was the first person to use the phrase: "The pen is mightier than the sword". It was a line from his play Richelier.
And
through checking him out on the good old internet I discovered that
he also wrote under the name of Owen Meredith – which solves my
query regarding who Meredith Road was named after. Two for the price
of one here!
Under the
pseudonym of Owen Meredith, one of Lytton's works was a 24 verse poem
called Vampyre which I've copied and pasted into a file to read at
length – possible inspiration for a scary story at some point,
maybe. Here's the first verse:
Robert Bulwer Lytton |
Vampyre
I found
a corpse, with golden hair,
Of a
maiden seven months dead.
But the
face, with the death in it, still was fair,
And the
lips with their love were red.
Rose
leaves on a snow-drift shed,
Blood-drops
by Adonis bled,
Doubtless
were not so red.
Owen
Meredith
And here's
a verse that Lord Lytton penned under his own name:
A
Night in Italy
Sweet
are the rosy memories of the lips
That
first kiss'd ours, albeit they kiss no more:
Sweet is
the sight of sunset-sailing ships,
Altho'
they leave us on a lonely shore:
Sweet
are familiar songs, tho' music dips
Her
hollow shell in thoughts's forlornest wells;
And
sweet, tho' sad, the sound of midnight bells
When the
oped casement with the night-rain drips.
Robert
Bulwer Lytton
And to
finish with, one from John Keats. We all know the opening line, but
as for the rest of his poem I had long forgotten it.
A
Thing of Beauty
A thing
of beauty is a joy for ever;
Its
loveliness increases; it will never
Pass
into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower
quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of
sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore,
on every morrow, are we wreathing
A
flowers band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of
despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble
natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all
the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways
Made for
our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some
shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our
dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees
old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For
simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the
green world they live in; and clear rills
That for
themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst
the hot season, the mid-forest brake,
Rich
with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms;
And such
too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have
imagined for the mighty dead;
And
endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring
into us from the heaven's brink.
John
Keats
Okay, so where I live is just an ordinary street which may not seem inspiring, until you delve a little deeper. How about you? Are there hidden depths behind where you live?
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13 comments:
Fascinating blog, but my place is in Bogie Street! Oh dear!
We have a Coldharbour Lane, and Blowhorn Street, Patten Alley (the path by the church which would have been so muddy the women needed wooden 'pattens' on their feet to get through it)
But Treacle Bolley - who knows the story behind that!
What a lovely place to live. Sadly, Ackroyd Road isn't very inspirational!
I live on Nutters Close, so I'm sayaing nothing!
I live on Park Street, which I used to think was an ordinary sort of name until I found out that it marks the boundary of the park that once belonged to our local medieval manor house (now a hotel, but mentioned in the Domesday Book).
I was brought up in an area in Rugby called Shakespeare Gardens and lived in Tennyson Ave, there were all famous names for roads - Rupert Brook Rd, Southey Rd, Boswell Rd, Wordsworth Rd and Macaulay Rd, all poets and writers, no wonder I've written the words for some of my bands' songs over the years ( it must be catching) .Rob Tysall.
Thank you for your comments, I love Bogie Street and Nutters Close!
And isn't your erotic pseudonym meant to be the name of your road combined with your first pet...?
Fun post! I live at Gryms Dyke - referring to the nearby ancient Grims Ditch which once formed a boundary between tribes ... it stretches for miles and miles, although I've only walked along short bits ...
What a fascinating post, Ann. I live in Great Meadow, which I guess speaks for itself and in Worcester City Centre we have Friar Street, The Tithings and Bread Street. Not as inspirational as your street names but I bet there's some fascinating history behind them.
Thanks everyone for all the comments about the places where you live, so interesting. And Katherine, that makes my erotic pseudonym Toby Lytton. I quite like that!
Wow, this is stunning. Envision each of the reading through and also creating you could do this... Cold in winter however.
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