Today's poet

[Stef F]

but the other

but the other
day i was passing a certain
gate rain
fell as it will


in spring
ropes
of silver gliding from sunny
thunder into freshness


as if god's flowers were
pulling upon bells of
gold i looked
up


and
thought to myself death
and will You with
elaborate fingers possibly touch


the pink hollyhock existence whose
pansy eyes look from morning till
night into the street
unchangingly the always


old lady sitting in her
gentle window like
a reminiscence
partaken


softly at whose gate smile
always the chosen
flowers of reminding

ee cummings

I loved this poem but didn't understand how death came to be in it. It seemed to me to be so very much about life. So after some head scratching and several readings, I resorted to google. I found this:

'For those deterred by verbosity, the meaning of Cummings' poems is generally the same as the meaning of sunsets and rainbows. They don't mean, they just are'

So, note to self - not all things have to be understood to be accepted and enjoyed!

[Hes]

I love the last part of your post Stef and it is very similar to something I wrote in response to a storyteller who asked the audience to write down what they thought women wanted. An interesting and provocative question. She read out some of the answers and I really liked 'an orchard' I put 'to be accepted and loved - warts and all'.

I loved this poem but didn't understand how death came to be in it. It seemed to me to be so very much about life. So after some head scratching and several readings, I resorted to google. I found this:

'For those deterred by verbosity, the meaning of Cummings' poems is generally the same as the meaning of sunsets and rainbows. They don't mean, they just are'

So, note to self - not all things have to be understood to be accepted and enjoyed!

[Mossdog]

I loved this poem but didn't understand how death came to be in it. It seemed to me to be so very much about life. So after some head scratching and several readings, I resorted to google. I found this:

'For those deterred by verbosity, the meaning of Cummings' poems is generally the same as the meaning of sunsets and rainbows. They don't mean, they just are'

So, note to self - not all things have to be understood to be accepted and enjoyed!

Really pleased you enjoyed this poem too Stef, and if you can just imbibe his words, try reading some of his adult nursery rhymes - some wonderful word play (oh and they're not 'adult' as in ...er...'adult!!! :wink

[freckle]

birthday

and so it goes
he made the moon and the stars
and the brightest of them all
was a pale sliver of ore
by the name
of you

[Alf]

birthday

and so it goes
he made the moon and the stars
and the brightest of them all
was a pale sliver of ore
by the name
of you

Lovely that freckle. Which of the kids has a birthday ?

[stevefoster]

Lovely that freckle. Which of the kids has a birthday ?

Agree Alf..............Hopefully they all have a birthday

Sorry, couldn't resist, in a playfull mood tonight.

[Alf]

The Freedom of the Moon
Robert Frost

I’ve tried the new moon tilted in the air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
I’ve tried it fine with little breadth of luster,
Alone, or in one ornament combining
With one first water-star almost as shining.

I put it shining anywhere I please.
By walking slowly on some evening later
I’ve pulled it from a crate of crooked trees,
And brought it over glossy water, greater,
And dropped it in, and seen the image wallow,
The color run, all sorts of wonder follow.

Thats lush! You can't beat a bit of Robert Frost

(I bought one of those Robert Frost Sat Navs the other day it always chooses the road less travelled by .....groooaaaaannn!)

[Alf]

Introduction to Poetry


I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.
But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.

Billy Collins

[freckle]

Lovely that freckle. Which of the kids has a birthday ?

The lovely veggie (and slightly anaemic)......older one!

[freckle]

Thats lush! You can't beat a bit of Robert Frost

(I bought one of those Robert Frost Sat Navs the other day it always chooses the road less travelled by .....groooaaaaannn!)

He he he !