Tag: poetry
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Today Is Poetry In Your Pocket Day
Today is poetry in your pocket day–a day to delight in, savor, revere, and share poetry. The concept is simple enough: write down a poem on a piece of paper and shove it in your pocket–crumpled, wadded up, neatly folded: it doesn’t matter. Just get that poem in there. http://www.bostonglobe.com/arts/2014/04/19/pocket-poetry-carries-day/Vyrjx9nq7uHIj4tZso4taO/story.html Wherever you go today, take…
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National Poetry Month: Henry David Thoreau
Friendship by Henry David Thoreau I think awhile of Love, and while I think, Love is to me a world, Sole meat and sweetest drink, And close connecting link Tween heaven and earth. I only know it is, not how or why, My greatest happiness; However hard I try, Not if I were to die,…
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National Poetry Month: James Dickey
A BIRTH by James Dickey Inventing a story with grass, I find a young horse deep inside it. I cannot nail wires around him; My fence posts fail to be solid, And he is free, strangely, without me. With his head still browsing the greenness, He walks slowly out of the pasture To enter the…
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National Poetry Month: Whitman Weekend & Boys’ Night Out
I get a kick out of thinking of wild-minded Walt Whitman and the decidedly staid Emily Dickinson as something between Adam and Eve and a prism. There was American poetry before, and American poetry after the pair–but almost everything before led to them and everything after sprung from them, through them, and what didn’t was…
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National Poetry Month: Raymond Carver
HOPE By Raymond Carver “My wife,” said Pinnegar, “expects to see me go to the dogs when she leaves me. It is her last hope.” –D. H. Lawrence, “Jimmy and the Desperate Woman” She gave me the car and two hundred dollars. Said, So long, baby. Take it easy, hear? So much for twenty years…
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National Poetry Month: Edwin Godsey
I Hope I Don’t Have You Next Semester, But before you step out Aphrodite honey hold your ear down close to the conch and see can you make out any noises. by Edwin Godsey
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National Poetry Month–Lisa Martinovic
I like Ms. Martinovic’s tremendously vital work, but she’s sort of greedy about it–I hear about more than I can actually find on the internet, and forget about hard copy of anything. In deference to her doling out her work in measured servings, I’m forcing you to link away from Old Road Apples…but hey, you…
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National Poetry Month: Gary Snyder
Hay for the Horses by Gary Snyder He had driven half the night From far down San Joaquin Through Mariposa, up the Dangerous Mountain roads, And pulled in at eight a.m. With his big truckload of hay behind the barn. With winch and ropes and hooks We stacked the bales up clean To splintery redwood…
Old Road Apples 