Drislane Posted March 26, 2013 Share Posted March 26, 2013 Poetry works for me. I am drawn to its shorter form. I like the cut of a good poem. Nice lines, well made, sta prest when you poke it! . I smile at words that have been chosen with care by the poet in question yet often have the appearance of being dropped from a great height in some haphazard fashion. The sound of those words when read aloud can often take you around a different corner. Further, a poem I like most often speaks to me and me alone. A line will often offer up images far beyond the places I can reach. An example of this is from a favourite poem of mine ‘Death of an Irishwoman’ by Michael Hartnett. He is an Irish poet often lost amongst the booming drums of Irish poetry. ‘She was a summer dance at the crossroads, she was a card game where a nose was broken, she was a song that nobody sings.' Simple lines that paint beautifully to my mind someone I struggled for years to describe. My love note to the poem is qualified however. And this is a point I feel that so often goes amiss when it comes to poetry and obstructs many looking for a way in. I don’t expect to like everything I read. While I read lots of poetry I dislike close to half of everything I read. A large proportion amongst this number sits unfinished in my hands. Of the remaining half perhaps 1 in 10 stays with me in thought for a period in time. Of those I will return to perhaps 1 in 3. The same could never be said for the books I read. Not even close. A final question if I may? Are there any short lines from any poem that have captured something, anything in your life perfectly? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
poppy Posted March 26, 2013 Share Posted March 26, 2013 i thank You God for most this amazingday:for the leaping greenly spirits of treesand a blue true dream of sky; and for everythingwhich is natural which is infinite which is yes ~ e.e.cummings I love the excerpt you've given from 'Death of an Irishwoman'. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Drislane Posted March 27, 2013 Author Share Posted March 27, 2013 ‘Leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky.’ I could have that alone for lunch and not have anything until dinner. Thank you for sharing. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
poppy Posted March 28, 2013 Share Posted March 28, 2013 You're most welcome A couple of lines that fill me with pure delight are from William Wordsworth's 'Ode on Intimations of Immortality'. But trailing clouds of glory, do we come From God, who is our home ..... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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