Fitter Turner
http://www.nzetc.org/iiml/bestnzpoems/BNZP08/t1-g1-t6-body1-d1.html
for a year or maybe longer as inspiration and energy last...which as you can see, ran out mid-year. But I may resume when life gets less manic. Blog by Stephanie Green
Welcome:
This blog was prompted by my son (in his twenties) wanting to get more seriously into poetry and asking me to recommend some poems. Where to begin? So this is primarily for him, but I hope other readers might enjoy it too.
Thursday, 19 April 2012
Wednesday, 18 April 2012
John Donne
Song |
GO and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the devil's foot, Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind. If thou be'st born to strange sights, Things invisible to see, Ride ten thousand days and nights, Till age snow white hairs on thee, Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me, All strange wonders that befell thee, And swear, No where Lives a woman true and fair. If thou find'st one, let me know, Such a pilgrimage were sweet; Yet do not, I would not go, Though at next door we might meet, Though she were true, when you met her, And last, till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two, or three. |
GO and catch a falling star, | |
Get with child a mandrake root, | |
Tell me where all past years are, | |
Or who cleft the Devil's foot; | |
Teach me to hear mermaids singing, | 5 |
Or to keep off envy's stinging, | |
And find | |
What wind | |
Serves to advance an honest mind. | |
If thou be'st born to strange sights, | 10 |
Things invisible to see, | |
Ride ten thousand days and nights | |
Till Age snow white hairs on thee; | |
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me | |
All strange wonders that befell thee, | 15 |
And swear | |
No where | |
Lives a woman true and fair. | |
If thou find'st one, let me know; | |
Such a pilgrimage were sweet. | 20 |
Yet do not; I would not go, | |
Though at next door we might meet. | |
Though she were true when you met her, | |
And last till you write your letter, | |
Yet she | 25 |
Will be | |
False, ere I come, to two or three. |
Tuesday, 17 April 2012
Robert Crawford
In Surgeons' Hall, Edinburgh
http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poems/surgeons-hall-edinburgh
http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poems/surgeons-hall-edinburgh
Monday, 16 April 2012
Sunday, 15 April 2012
Saturday, 14 April 2012
Friday, 13 April 2012
Thursday, 12 April 2012
Wednesday, 11 April 2012
Tuesday, 10 April 2012
Kapka Kassabova
The Travel Guide to the Country of Your Birth
http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poems/travel-guide-country-your-birth
http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poems/travel-guide-country-your-birth
Friday, 6 April 2012
Wilfred Owen
Dulce et Decorum est
http://www.warpoetry.co.uk/owen1.html
http://www.warpoetry.co.uk/owen1.html
Thursday, 5 April 2012
Mallory
Morte d'Arthur
The whole lot in this link, but open any book to get a taste.
http://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/mart/
The whole lot in this link, but open any book to get a taste.
http://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/mart/
Wednesday, 4 April 2012
Alison Brackenbury
I want life to be more like poetry
Click on link and scroll down to find this poem.
http://www.saltpublishing.com/horizon/issues/01/text/brackenbury_alison.htm
Click on link and scroll down to find this poem.
http://www.saltpublishing.com/horizon/issues/01/text/brackenbury_alison.htm
Tuesday, 3 April 2012
Monday, 2 April 2012
James Harpur
http://www.jamesharpur.com/poems.htm
The Blackbird and several other poems on this link if you scroll down.
The Blackbird and several other poems on this link if you scroll down.
Sunday, 1 April 2012
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