Friday, April 3, 2009
everyone share their fav poems. Now
ld and I spent the trip down in companionable silence. I engrossed in sewing a little house out of a pillowcase and he soaking up oldies from his ipod. It's good to get away, but the weather down here (Zions, btw) is just as crazy as home. Yesterday lovely and then today the cloudy glooms. Very mean. Which reminds me April is National Poetry Month! You didn’t forget did you? Go see, go see: http://www.poets.org/index.php
T.S. Eliot:
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
(the above lines, of course, taken from the Academy of American Poets poster promoting National Poetry Month.)
How’s that for a bit of synchronicity, eh?
1 comment:
I heart all poems Gerard Manley Hopkins (note: it is my life-long goal to convince Dave to use part of this name in naming a son).
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
(format is off--still a classic!)
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