I hereby declare Friday the 28th of March to be Poetry Appreciation Day in my cozy little corner of the blogosphere!
Here's one of my favourites...Bluebird by Charles Bukowski...what's one of yours?
Woohoo! Poetry appreciation day! I'll be sure to read out loud my all favourite Dorothy Parker poems on the bus ride to work tomorrow. Yay!
"Bluebird" is a goody. I love Bukowski :)
Thursday, 27 March 2008 at 11:51 PM
Pablo Neruda is one of my very favorite poets,
Here is a snippet from "Black Pantheress":
like a holocaust; and closing her eyes,
touched the invisible, boundless as smoke,
and was one with the night."
Friday, 28 March 2008 at 03:28 AM
Poetry appreciation day, I like it.
Here's my little contribution (as a knitter) to your celebration, AND it's my birthday today (in France at least)
Ode to a pair of socks
Maru Mori brought me
that she knit with her
Two socks as soft
as rabbit fur.
I thrust my feet
as if they were
My feet were
in those outrageous socks,
on a golden thread,
two giant blackbirds,
were my feet
I found my feet
for the very first time,
like two crusty old
of that embroidered
the sharp temptation
to put them away
the way schoolboys
fireflies in a bottle,
the way scholars
the mad urge
to lock them
in a golden
and feed them birdseed
and morsels of pink melon
who deliver a young deer
of the rarest species
to the roasting spit
then wolf it down
my feet forward
and pulled on
and over them
So this is
the moral of my ode:
beauty is beauty
and good things are doubly
when you're talking about a pair of wool
in the dead of winter.
I'd like to dedicate it while I'm here to all my lyrical sock knitting pals.
I love your work, keep it coming.
Mandy. A Scot in France.
Friday, 28 March 2008 at 06:38 AM
I posted one of my favorites on my blog a while back. The poet is Richard Behm.
After I posted it, the poet himself had found it and left me a comment! It was pretty exciting, even if he did probably google himself to find me. ^_^ It's ok, though, because all artists have egos. Even little old me. Why else would I have a blog? Anyway...here's the poem:
For warmth and lust I guess they've left
The ground to twine upon the pavement,
Ceased their ceaseless burrowing,
Their dark and subtle alchemy
Of turning rot to green, and now,
Foolish as any human lovers,
Risk all upon the throbbing moment,
Believing the moment transcends.
And even I, a careful walker,
Cannot this night keep from squishing
These earthly couplings, and so take off
My shoes and socks. For if I must be
The giant of thier deaths, I will do it
Flesh to Flesh, dancing the best I can,
Torn between the need to watch my step
And knowing a larger foot descends.
Friday, 28 March 2008 at 03:51 PM
view the action poetry of Billy collins
Saturday, 29 March 2008 at 10:27 PM
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