"Opportunity" by Edward R. Sill (1841-1887).
"Opportunity" by Edward R. Sill (1841-1887).
Lazy Afternoon by MystyrMystyry
I love Cavafy's "Ithaka"
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starred face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
-John Keats
This is a hymn I learned in primary school in the late 1940s:
"All things bright and beautiful,
all creatures great and small,
all things wise and wonderful
the lord God made them all."
This part is very interesting, about class:
"The rich man in his castle,
the poor man at his gate,
God made them high and lowly,
and ordered their estate."
I have been reading poems linked to the amusement park prompt at dVerse Poet's Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2017/03/14/a...me-for-a-ride/
You have to click on the Mister Linky icon to get a list of the links.
We sing a different version in our choir and primary: https://www.lds.org/music/library/ch...tiful?lang=engOriginally Posted by Dreamwoven
Last poem: The Blue Bowl... https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blue-bowl/ by Jane Kenyon
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
Quite different words, Stately, and the text is much more modern. I think the rigid class ideas were dropped in the recent version, though the text of that version was the late 19th century. The religion is specific, too: church of latter day saints.
This Be The Verse
BY PHILIP LARKIN
This be the Verse
They Fu ck you up,
your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were Fu cked up
in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.
That is the only poem by Larkin that I remember, Tony, although my parents were pretty good.
This isn't the most recent one I've read, but I actually purchased her latest book, "A Seasoning of Lust". I like the reference to the vampire at the end. It is a haibun. So it might not look like a "poem" if you choose to click on the link and read it: https://ladynyo.wordpress.com/2017/0...al-i-ever-had/
Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
by mary oliver
I generally like poems by Mary Oliver. They seem to be on the other side of reality to what Bukowski is taking about and yet both read like common sense we didn't know was so common until we read them.
I've been reading books by people I either know personally or whose poems I've read in dVerse Poets Pub and places like that. Recently, I've read Michael F. Latza's "Rip Out This Poem" and John D. Groppe's "The Raid of the Grackles and Other Poems". Jane Kohut-Bartel's "A Seasoning of Lust" arrived recently and her 200 word stories, flash-fiction or prose poems about Japan are memorable.
If by the "most recent" you mean an established poem, that would be a re-reading of the villanelle, "One Art." I read it on the web after reading a print article about Elizabeth Bishop in a current issue of The New Yorker.
If the "most recent" means one that's just been written, then that would be JerryBaldy's piece on the LitNet, which I just read a couple minutes ago. And the one by Mary Oliver, above.
poetry does not pay
try to make hay
mind this sophomore
and bother me no more
Nikola Tesla
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
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