Poetry

National Poetry Month

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April is National Poetry Month when the Academy of American Poets helps us to stop and take note, appreciate and discover poetry. Throughout American poetry is celebrated with readings, events, activities for students, encouragement to write your own poetry and it ends with Poem in Your Pocket Day (April 30).  Whatever you do, or wherever you live spend some time during this month reading, writing, reciting poetry. Find a poetry slam. Or if you can’t find one get some of your friends together and have your own. If you want to find out more go HERE or check out some of the many links here in Poetry and Poetry Month tags. There are lots of good poems. No, make that lots of great poems. Some serious, some funny, some deeply thought provoking, some just plain silly. And stop by the rest of the month for some new and interesting poems.

Whatever you do enjoy some poems!

Spirits of the Dead by Edgar Allen Poe

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Thy soul shall find itself alone
’Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.

Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness — for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.

The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne’er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more, like dew-drop from the grass.

The breeze, the breath of God, is still,
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!

Sonnets of World War I ~ The Words of Wilfred Own

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Royal Irish Rifles ration party Somme July 1916 Collection from Imperial War Museum

 

 

 

As today marks the 100 year anniversary of the start of World War I, I thought it was appropriate to share a poem by Wilfred Owen who was an English soldier and poet.

Just take a moment to think back to what those men went through and how without them, the world may not be as it is today.

 

Anthem for Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells,
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,–
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

 

Wilfred Owen 18 March 1893 – 4 November 1918

 

Earth Day My Love For You, Sweet Earth by Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

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  For Earth Day some things to ponder.

A Poem My Love For You, Sweet Earth

My love for you, sweet Earth, my mother,
I cannot hide – I do not crave
The phantom pleasures of that other,
That spectral world beyond the grave.
O spring, the blessedness of Eden
Compared to yours as nothing is!
Love’s joys you bring us all unbidden,
And golden dreams, and light, and bliss.

What rapture to drink in the balmy,
Warm air of spring, to languor wed,
And watch the clouds drift slowly, calmly
High in the blueness overhead;
To wander happily and idly
Across a field and past a stream,
To catch the scent of blooming lilac
Or chance upon a radiant dream!..

by Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

 

And some wonderful pictures of spring HERE. via HERE.

 

FunDay Friday ~ Revelation, a Visual Poem by sebastien montaz-rosset, Poem by Charlotte Davies

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This is WONDERFUL!!!!!

Beyond wonderful.

Powerful words + Imagery = something almost indescribable.

The filmmaker Sebastien Montaz-Rosset has taken the words of Charlotte Davies and made magic.

HERE. (Make sure you have the sound on)

To learn more about the Sebastien Montaz-Rosset HERE and HERE.

And to read the words of the poem HERE.

Enjoy!