April 30, 2010
Has it been a month already?? Check your calendar, poetry fiends, it seems that it has. April is over, May flowers (and their attendant pilgrims) are on the way, and National Poetry Month is history for another year. We hope that you’ve enjoyed it as much as we have, and that you’ll continue to read, […]
April 30, 2010
Reading poetry is not always easy. It’s a kind of writing that most of us aren’t used to seeing very often. There are many different types of poems, structures, rhyme schemes, free verse, prose poetry, all with different forms, all of which require a different way of reading. Words dance around on the page. Line […]
April 30, 2010
April 18 by Sylvia Plath the slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull and if my stomach would contract because of some explicable phenomenon such as pregnancy or constipation I would not remember you or that because of sleep infrequent as a moon of greencheese that because of food nourishing […]
April 29, 2010
The Force that Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower by Dylan Thomas The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
April 28, 2010
Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W. B. Yeats Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my […]
April 27, 2010
Aspiration by Langston Hughes I wonder how it feels To do cart wheels? I sure would like To know. To walk a high wire Is another desire, In this world before I go. This poem was selected by Andy R. (Reader’s Services) Poetry Copyright Notice
April 26, 2010
Wild Geese by Mary Oliver You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. […]
April 25, 2010
Love Sonnet XIV by Pablo Neruda I don’t have time enough to celebrate your hair. One by one I should detail your hairs and praise them. Other lovers want to live with particular eyes; I only want to be your stylist. In Italy the call you Medusa, because of the high bristling light of your […]
April 24, 2010
Selected haiku by Basho Seeing the new year’s first flowers, I’ll live seventy- five years longer
April 23, 2010
Sonnet XXVII by William Shakespeare WEARY with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired: For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep […]