As we soon close the National Month of Poetry, I hope that we can continue to use poetry as a way to make someone happy, heal emotional pain, invoke a love for others, breed tolerance, and give voice to our hearts.
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This poem reminds me of my seventh grade English teacher. She would make us memorize poems which according to her would enrich our souls. Robert Frost became one of my favorite poets from that point on.
Robert Frost was important to American poetry during the first half of the twentieth century because he maintained traditional meter, structure, and themes during a time when modernism was the dominant poetic mode. He was a popular poet, but he never sacrificed his art for that popularity.
“Every year a unique event takes place in Stratford-upon- Avon to mark the birth of the world’s greatest playwright. The Birthday Celebrations are a tradition going back nearly 200 years and are held on the weekend.” His name is William Shakespeare.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste.
Then can I drown an eye unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
And weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe,
And moan th’ expense of many a vanished sight.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored, and sorrows end.
Poets.org sponsors Poem in You Pocket Day (which was celebrated today) and which offers a wide variety of poems to use for the celebration of the day. Someone surprised me today with a beautiful poem she had written about the latest acts violence and terror that caused chaos in the city of Boston. She did want me to post it but the truth is that the poem was written with her heart. To those of you who read a poem to someone today I applaud you. Here is a poem I wrote:
Maya Angelou, author of the best selling I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings and Gather in My Name, also published many poetry collections.
Dr. Angelou received several honorary degrees throughout her life. She wrote television screenplays and appeared in several movies. Her unforgettable voice is always inspiring and makes one sit up in attention.
Another very favorite poet is Mary Oliver. I have many of her poetry books and feel peace and calmness when I read her poems. Mary Oliver, winner of the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry and the National Book Award, is one of the most celebrated and best-selling poets in America. Some of her books include What Do we Know, The Leaf and the Cloud, Winter Hours and Blue Iris among others.
This is an excerpt of one of my favorites:
Some Questions You Might Ask
“Is the soul solid, like iron?
Or is it tender and breakable, like
the wings of a moth in the beak of an owl?
Who has it, and who doesn’t? ”
I love questions. I think I have mentioned before I was always asking questions which made my mother crazy sometimes. Ms. Oliver’s poems in general make you ponder and ask many questions, especially about nature and life in general.