Showing posts with label sacrifice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sacrifice. Show all posts

Friday, May 27, 2011

To Honor Those Who Lived A Cause


Flowers and flags in devoted array
A loving tribute this Memorial Day
This moment this day and so a pause
To honor those who lived a cause
With valor and sacrifice life they gave
And embraced the call yet to be brave
Answered they did to liberty's plea
That freedom be held for a you, a me
Memory of each life gone never to fade
Live we life's blessings for sacrifice made.

In loving gratitude to all who served and serve in faith ever new.
...lest we forget...

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Flanders Field, Painting, Willy Werner.

A most special remembrance and tribute to:

Lt. Col. Michael L. Murphy, USMC who was killed on the night of Dec. 11, 2000
along with three other brave Marine Warriors
while test pi
loting the MV22 Osprey Helicopter.

His soaring spirit ever present.




Monday, June 1, 2009

Ugolino and His Sons


This poet's plea, a pulsing pain
The sorrow, the anguish, the inane
Man in freedom so born is he
Yet shackled he sets himself to be
Sacrifice of spirits young and grand of heart
Willing with devotion their life to depart
The torment, the despair, a wretchedness of soul
The din of desolation rings its treacherous toll.

Rose Marie Raccioppi






"Dante's Divine Comedy, Canto 33 of the Inferno. This intensely Romantic sculpture derives from the passage in which Dante describes the imprisonment in 1288 and subsequent death by starvation of the Pisan count Ugolino della Gherardesca and his offspring. Carpeaux depicts the moment when Ugolino, condemned to die of starvation, yields to the temptation to devour his children and grandchildren, who cry out to him:"

"But when to our somber cell was thrown
A slender ray, and each face was lit
I saw in each the aspect of my own,
For very grief both of my hands I bit,
And suddenly from the floor arising they,
Thinking my hunger was the cause of it,
Exclaimed: Father eat thou of us, and stay
Our suffering: thou didst our being dress
In this sad flesh; now strip it all away."

http://www.metmuseum.org

Ugolino and His Sons, ca.1857-1861, Saint-Béat marble 1865-1867, Jean Baptiste Carpeaux, French sculptor and painter, 1827-1875, Metropolitan Museum of Art.