Better Late Than Never Poetry Jam!
Here we are - the last day of April, the last day of National Poetry Month. Are you feeling inspired? Maybe a little lyrical? Are you up to reveling in the delights of the written word?
Whether you are in your pajamas rubbing sleep from your eyes or taking a short coffee break at work or sneaking in some blog reading while Sesame Street provides distraction for the little ones or just sitting down for some "me time" after having tucked in your children and your chores, let's all close our eyes for a second and pretend we've all pulled up a chair in a dimly lit coffeehouse and we'll do a little pass the microphone.
What did you bring to share today? Original verse? Favorite work from your favorite author? Don't be shy - let's hear it!
There was no question for me what I wanted to share. This poem has been my very favorite from the moment it first sang to me from the pages of a handout of works by e.e. cummings in tenth grade Honors English. Tenth grade girls have been to known to fall in love hard and fast, and mr. cummings invited me to a lifelong romance that day. He defied all the rules of grammar, and what sophomore isn't drawn to a little rebellion? He confirmed for me what I already suspected - that poetry is so much more than pentameter and feet and couplets, that a few well-chosen words can penetrate far deeper than line after line of flowery verse, that I just might have a tendency to fall for a smooth-headed man . . .
I was a frizzy-haired fifteen year old who only thought I knew something of love and loss the day I clipped this poem from the pages of the poetry handout and carefully tacked it on the bulletin board in my room. The heartaches and heartbreaks yet to come deepened my connection with this poem, and by the time I chose it as the subject for my first poetry explication in college as a sophomore English major, I knew it by heart. It spoke to me then, it speaks to me now:
it is at moments after i have dreamed
it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes
when(being fool to fancy)i have deemed
with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds
the genuine apparition of your smile
(it was through tears always)and silence moulds
such strangeness as was mine a little while;
moments when my once more illustrious arms
are filled with fascination,when my breast
wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:
one pierced moment whiter than the rest
- turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grown deep.
*sigh* Love it. My two runners-up are Fleur Adcock's Things and William Carlos Williams's This is Just To Say.
So, who is next? I would love for you to post your own favorites and use Mr. Linky tell us about it. Pass the mike, bloggy style. If you don't want to do your own post, won't you please share in the comments? And hey Lurkey Loo Lurkers, what better motivation for delurking than to celebrate poetry? We all have a favorite poem, right?











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