Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
And do not drop in for an after-loss:
Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scoped this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purposed overthrow.
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
When other petty griefs have done their spite
But in the onset come; so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune's might,
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of thee will not seem so.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
7-Imp: What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
Jan: I’d probably like to be a musician, an animator, or the smiling, waving person standing in the caboose of a train.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
by e.e. cummings
my father moved through dooms of love
through sames of am through haves of give,
singing each morning out of each night
my father moved through depths of height
this motionless forgetful where
turned at his glance to shining here;
that if(so timid air is firm)
under his eyes would stir and squirm
newly as from unburied which
floats the first who,his april touch
drove sleeping selves to swarm their fates
woke dreamers to their ghostly roots
and should some why completely weep
my father's fingers brought her sleep:
vainly no smallest voice might cry
for he could feel the mountains grow.
The rest is here
Poetry Friday is hosted today by Carol's Corner.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
This week, Tricia's Monday Poetry Stretch was to write a fairy-tale inspired poem, and I couldn't resist. Please go see the other poems; they are marvelous.
NOTE: A cento is a poem made from other poems, and in this one, written for the Frog Princes, I only used poems with the word LEAP in them. At the bottom of the post are the sources for each of my lines, beginning with the title, "and we leap up to become."
A Cento for The Frog Princes
and we leap up to become
My heart leaps up when I behold
a bridge that leaps from her hot red hands.
The dancers take turns leaping over the bonfire,
to delight thee with fantastic leaping
ease, like teenage boys leaping for rebounds.
This music leaps from key to key
and a terrier is leaping like a flea.
Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds.
Leap to the right! Grab!
Run the rapid and leap the fall
at any moment. Leap from a skewed bowl!
For then he leaps up to catch the musk, which is the blessing of God upon his prayer––
With a tiger-leap half way, now she meets the coming prey––
Poise on the hips, leaping, reclining, embracing, arm-curving and
My tongue leapt out of my mouth
Leaped out at the boy's hand, or seemed to leap—
leaping…illuminating all the mo-
tionless world of Time
Well, it's gone now: The leaping light.
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide.
He leapt into the blue dark––
For the great last leap of the wave over the breakwater,
In me all's sunk that leapt, and all that dreamed.
1 Vacation, by Rita Dove
2 My Heart Leaps Up, by William Wordsworth
3 Dishwater, by Ted Kooser
4 A group of girls from Minnesota or black mascara,
by Maureen Owen
5 Endymion, by John Keats
6 ars Poetica, by Anthony Butts
7 J. S. Bach: F# Minor Toccata, by Bill Holm
8 Looking Around, Believing by Gary Soto
9 Venus and Adonis, by William Shakespeare
10 Arms, by Richard Tayson
11 The Song Of The Chattahoochee, by Sidney Lanier
12 Apples, by Grace Schulman
13 Jubilate Agno, Fragment B, lines 695-768 by Christopher Smart
14 The Kitten and the Falling Leaves, by William Wordsworth
15 I Sing the Body Electric, by Walt Whitman
16 Frog, by Chard deNiord
17 "Out, Out—" by Robert Frost
18 Howl, by Allen Ginsberg
19 Ghost Notes, by Ralph Burns
20 Still I Rise, by Maya Angelou
21 Trickster, by Sherwin Bitsui
22 The Storm, by Theodore Roethke
23 The Suicide, by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
I used to think the universe was green—
because, of course, I read that.
And better yet, the reason
was we live upon a stage,
the glare of hottest blue fading
I bud with metaphor---our home glowing
like a neon appletini upon a billboard sign
or a mermaid’s radar sweep of eye!
I whir with glossy thoughts like wings
of bottle beetles, beating lines from air
like salt from shallow turquoisy seas.
I'm mobbed by tendrils, kudzu-razzi thick
and taffy-green; all broadcasting poem
and poem and sticky juicy poem
Then they recant. Our universe is beige,
I’m told, sand flat pale, a last-season nut,
a spoonless, moon cheeseless mush.
The verdant moss behind
my ears sends out a hiss
of signal as it fades---
green oh green oh green oh
-Sara Lewis Holmes (all rights reserved)
*Um, this was edited this morning to reflect the fact that although my original example of a "young" star was yellow, as is the most common, in this poem, I should evoke the hottest, bluest stars in order to mix (so the news stories said) with old red ones to make green. However, in stage lighting, red gels and blue gels cast magenta light. What the scientists were really trying to tell me was that the entire universe shifted from the hot, blue end of the spectrum to the cooler, red end as the universe aged. Except that they were wrong about it looking green, as cited below.
* From CNN.com, Jan. 10, 2002:
And finally, the disappointing truth, on March 8, 02 from Wired:
Kurious Kitty looks at strawberry poems in preparation for her library's annual strawberry festival.
Diane Mayr is sharing "To a Cat" by Algernon Charles Swinburne.
Kelly Fineman continues her month of in-depth and lively Shakespeare posts with a study of his Sonnet #5.
Little Willow (always whirring herself!) shares a poem about a sassy girl: The Little Rebel by Joseph Ashby-Sterry.
Gregory K tempts us with an original poem for National Doughnut Day (how did I miss THAT?) Doughnuts! Oh, Doughnuts!
Julie Larios at The Drift Record has an original poem made from real book titles.
Mary Lee has a post about the changing of seasons, school-year or otherwise.
Andromeda Jazmon pays tribute to her parents' 55 years of marriage with an original poem constructed from their words of wisdom. What a gift!.
Laura Salas posts about the "terrific" anthology, Falling Down the Page and continues her picture-based 15 Words or Less Poetry Challenge with an interesting photo of a buffalo made from recycled tires.
Andrea of Just One More Book! shares "a chat about rhyming board book Fun Dog, Sun Dog ... and a little treat: 6 year old twins share their favourite rhyming books."
Jama is featuring "The Booksigning" by James Tate (Got to go read that at once!)
Author Amok honors her father-in-law who passed away this week by posting William Carlos Williams' "The Last Words of My English Grandmother." Her FIL had been at the hospital where WCW worked for decades.
Tricia of The Miss Rumphius Effect, points us to Neil Gaiman's poem, Instructions, with a link to the full text as well as a video of Gaiman reading the poem.
Betsy at Fuse #8 reviews Food Hates You, Too and Other Poems, by Robert Weinstock.
Sally at PaperTigers reviews Talking Turkeys.
John Mutford reviews a Don McKay book as well as offering up one of his own.
Kelly Polark is in with a Jim Morrison poem.
Elaine Magliaro has two posts. One, at Wild Rose Reader, is a review of a new book of frog and toad poems that was written and illustrated many years ago by Arnold Lobel, PLUS "a video from HarperCollins in which Adrianne Lobel talks about THE FROGS AND TOADS ALL SANG, her father, and her process for coloring her father's drawings." The other, At Blue Rose Girls, highlights a poem about teaching by Mary Ruefle entitled The Hand.
Charlotte is sharing Sylvia Townsend Warner's take on Sleeping Beauty.
Linda gives us a discussion about a wonderful poetry class she just finished. OH! It's Laura Salas's class. No wonder she raves!
Beth Brezenoff, at the Stone Arch Books blog, posts James Wright's "A Blessing," which she says is "perfect for a late spring day..."
Violet offers us peony poems - one by Jane Kenyon and one by Mary Oliver. (Two of my favorite poets!)
Karen E. says she's "in (but just barely ... it's not really poetry, it's about chocolate)" That counts for me!
Liz in Ink says "Here I am with thoughts on the end of school and nostalgia and Miller Williams..."
Windspirit_girl shares a link to a poem she wrote last night about "time, storms, and human frailty."
Jim Danielson has an original haiku review of THE GRAVEYARD BOOK.
Lorie Ann Grover shares two links: At On Point, an original haiku, Possibilities, and at readertotz, Sally Go Round the Sun.
Stella wrote a poem to her "dear 5th grade ESL class that is graduating today."
Martha offers Ralph Fletcher's Buried Alive: The Elements of Love, and talks poetry at the tae kwon do dojang.
Susan is featuring "The Rose Bush" by Nikki Giovanni. AND SHE HAS A LINK TO THE ONGOING BOOK DRIVE AT COLOR ONLINE. Go check it out!
Sylvia Vardell at Poetry for Children joins us with a post about April Halprin Wayland and her new book, plus a poem.
Carol has a review of ALL BY HERSELF, biographical poems by Ann Whitford Paul.
The Z-Kids did some original concrete poetry this week, inspired by the WONDERFUL "Curious Collection of Cats."
Bri Meets Books is in with "In the Artist's Studio" by Christina Georgina Rosetti.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
"It's a horrible place! But don't let anyone hear you say so! The school is full of tale bearers. Everyone is always hungry---and Mrs. Brisket rewards anyone who carries her a tale against another person. She gives them a bit of cheese. She has a big laundry basket in her room full of bits of cheese, ready cut up."