A Little Poetry From The Pros

February 16, 2004

poetry as a reward....smart

phatmass used to be my reward.

guess i can combine the two :D

February 16, 2004

poetry as a reward....smart

phatmass used to be my reward.

guess i can combine the two :D

Well, I used to study and read poetry always. It was great when, while going for my B.A., I actually had to read poetry for homework....those were the days.

Now, since the seminary schedule and the onslaught of Hahn's book, Cantalamessa, and a couple of others, I don't have the same amount of time. So, as a reward for a job well done, or when I don't have anything to do, as rare as that is, I read poetry as a reward. It is probably my favorite genre of writing, and I miss it terribly.

In fact, I remembered that I had a poem I thought I had never finished. It's done now...that would mean that I have broken my 3-4 year poet's block...boy that feels good.

Good Night

God Bless

February 16, 2004

ahhhh. Poetry.

I can't find a link, I know Theo can.

Anne Sexton - The Fury of Overshoes

February 16, 2004

we need a poetry forum for our stuff and all the great stuff that needs passed on.

February 16, 2004

ahhhh. Poetry.

I can't find a link, I know Theo can.

Anne Sexton - The Fury of Overshoes

Good ole Plagiarist to the rescue

The Fury Of Overshoes

Keep em coming. I love this thread!!!!

February 16, 2004

we need a poetry forum for our stuff and all the great stuff that needs passed on.

Agreed. We seriously need to talk to dUst about that. I would be more than willing to help out too.

God Bless

February 16, 2004

Agreed. We seriously need to talk to dUst about that. I would be more than willing to help out too.

God Bless

ME TOO!

February 16, 2004

ME TOO!

:book: :coffee: :book:

February 16, 2004

and me too!!!!!!!!!!!

POETRY...............:wub:

February 16, 2004

Oh, and I LOVE this one by William Wordsworth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I wandered lonely as a cloud

I WANDERED lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay: 10

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed--and gazed--but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood, 20

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

February 16, 2004

Dylan Thomas

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

W.H. Auden

Funeral Blues

Frank O'Hara

(This guy was amesome. He died tragically, as most poets do) (A member of what came to be known as the New York City Poets, Ashberry was also a part of that as well as a few others--they were very Neo-Beat generation. For the sake of purity, I have refrained from posting the actual beats, since this is, after all, a family site)

The Day Lady Died

(The poem about the death of Billy Holiday, absolutely phenomenal!)

Why I am Not A Painter

(A poem about the creative art)

Lana Turner Has Collapsed

W.S. Merwin (proabably the greatest translator for Pablo Neruda's works)

My Friends

Air

February 16, 2004

Oh, and I LOVE this one by William Wordsworth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I wandered lonely as a cloud

I WANDERED lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay: 10

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed--and gazed--but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood, 20

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

Yes a very good one indeed. I also like his Tintern Abbey

Incidentally, I found this at New Advent about the actual Tintern Abbey

God Bless

February 16, 2004

Some of these deal with those questioning their faith. I am not advocating a coup, rather , sometimes it is interesting to see how others dealt with their own questions of faith

Wallace Stevens

Sunday Morning

Philip Larkin

Church Going

Matthew Arnold

Dover Beach