dahlia_moon | Entries tagged with national poetry month 2007

Loveliest of Trees

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.

----A.E. Housman (1859-1936)

Current Mood: nauseated

This Is Just to Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

---William Carlos Williams

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It's officially Spring Break for me... and I'm sooo not happy. First off, the snow still hasn't melted and there's talk of a major snowstorm coming, so I can't ride my bike yet. And I love riding my bike. Stupid global warming.

And secondly, I have to write the stupidly, stupid English research paper, do research for a history project, and work on the biology project... which entails even more researching.

Do you wanna know how much I *hate* reseaching stuff??

Very, very, very, very much.

*grumbles some more*

The week is going to be blah. I can just feel it.

Current Mood: crushed
Current Music: Move Along- All American Rejects

Requiescat

Tread lightly, she is near

Under the snow,

Speak gently, she can hear

The daises grow.

All her bright golden hair

Tarnished with rust,

She that was young and fair

Fallen to dust.

Lily-like, white as snow,

She hardly knew

She was a woman, so

Sweetly she grew.

Coffin-board, heavy stone,

Lie on her breast,

I vex my heart alone

She is at rest.

Peace, peace, she cannot hear

Lyre or sonnet,

All my life’s buried here,

Heap earth upon it.

----Oscar Wilde

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Pimping

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He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heaven's 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 dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

---W.B. Yeats

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And I made a new community:

fanatic_poetry . It's a fandom-based poetry community. 0_0 So, join if you write poetry and can write about poetry in a particular fandom. ^__~

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The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow road,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

----Robert Frost

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Current Music: Makes Me Wander- Maroon 5

I Met A Genius

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old.
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.

----Charles Bukowski

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This poem is just so great for the simple fact that it tricks you into believing that the six-year-old really is a a genius of some kind and then you find out he isn't, but that he really is in that way that only kids can be geniuses- with their simple honesty and curious nature.

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Fave poem #2 courtesy of breathe_poetry which is an awesome lj comm (has tons of cool links and even cooler poetry, so check it out :>).

The Photogenic Ones

Over the yellowed corners of a sheet of paper,
one can see them walk, disappear when the page is turned.
They inhabit an island in the tropics of war,
an island where all the glasses are broken,
an island on horseback.
They enter the suburbs of the afternoon
and transient hotels.
They navigate on a bed with white sails,
as he sings and she's just another sound,
a wave beneath the bed.
Better to be silent and let them sleep,
and let them live
and let them die.
At the bottom of the photo, a few lines
attest to the fact:
neither one is sure of the other,
but they navigate,
they navigate with the Island over all the seas of the world.

---- by Belkis Cuza Malé

Translated by Daniel Shapiro.
From Burnt Sugar.

Original Link

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Current Location: Rainyland
Current Music: When Love Becomes A Lie- Liz Kay (Cascada Radio Mix)

So, it's Poetry Month and I get all kinds of giggly about it since I love poetry.

I thought I'd share a *few* of my favorite poems throughout the month (or when I remember). There are a lot of good poems out there, but I do get nervous about sharing my favorite ones that I love to reread over and over again since my tastes are kind of out there and my favorite poems are the ones that have good imagery for me, or make me feel some kind of emotion, or if I just like the words. Poetry is different for everyone. ^_____^ But anyway maybe you might read something here that you might not have come across and like it.

First up is Edgar Allan Poe. And no, while I also like the Raven poem, my most favorite (there are quite a few of his that I like, actually) is Annabel Lee. This one is my favorite because I do like to pretend that it's about his wife/cousin. I think their romance is so sweet. I immensely like Edgar Allan Poe because he seems like such an interesting guy.

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
         In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
         By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
         Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
         In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
         I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
         Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
         In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
         My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
         And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
         In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
         Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
         In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
         Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
         Of those who were older than we-
         Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
         Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
         Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
         Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
         Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
         In the sepulchre there by the sea,
         In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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