Friday Poetry Reflection, July 18th

So I have gotten very bad at posting, but at least I remember this week! This week I have chosen a poem by the new US Poet Laureate, who also happens to be Lesbian, you go girl! The person in question is Kay Ryan (NY Times Story) who will become the 16th Poet Laureate. The Poem is “Nothing Ventured”

Nothing exists as a block

and cannot be parceled up.

So if nothing’s ventured

it’s not just talk;

it’s the big wager.

Don’t you wonder

how people think

the banks of space

and time don’t matter?

How they’ll drain

the big tanks down to

slime and salamanders

and want thanks?

A very good and simple poem. I like it! It makes you think and enjoy it at the same time. Best of luck as poet laureate!

Friday Poetry Reflection, June 27th

*Shock Horror* I remembered to post it! 😀

Well its Friday and I have found a poem that is really nice and I really enjoyed. It is by a poet I have not come across before, Theodore Roethke. I must say I am learning a lot about poets since I started doing this. The poem I have shosen is “My Papa’s Waltz” and is as follows

The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.

We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother’s countenance
Could not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.

You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.

What a beautiful poem of a lovely memory of a father. When I read this poem I instantly smiled as there is so much warmth in this poem. A father who putting his son to bed is always a lovely sight, but one that waltz’s first is something unique!

A lovely heart warming poem for a Friday!

Any thoughts to add?

Friday Poetry Reflection, 9th May

Today I have picked a poem I haven’t studied! Hurrah! Its a poem I believe we should try and live up to but it can be difficult at times! This weeks poem is by Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) and it is called “If-

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream–and not make dreams your master;
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run–
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!

I have heard the first verse of this poem before, probably in an email, but I found the poem by complete accident, its what happens when you browsing peotry sites. I like this poem alot. I’m not sure why. I haven’t read alot of Kiplings poetry, but of course I have heard of him. I dont have a lot to say about this peom really apart from the fact it inspires me, and sets out the true humanists pronciples in my opinion, how we should all try to act.

Friday Poetry Reflection, 11th April

After reading Robert Frost’s Poem “The Road No Taken” on a friends blog, I had an idea for every Friday to post a poem to serve as a reflection at the end of the week. The poem will not be free standing but will have my opinion and why I like the poem and what it means to me.

To start us off I have selected the poem “Mid-term Break” by Seamus Heaney (b. April 1939 – ), Nobel Prize Laurete in Literature 1995

I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close,
At two o’clock our neighbors drove me home.

In the porch I met my father crying–
He had always taken funerals in his stride–
And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.

The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram
When I came in, and I was embarrassed
By old men standing up to shake my hand

And tell me they were “sorry for my trouble,”
Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest,
Away at school, as my mother held my hand

In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs.
At ten o’clock the ambulance arrived
With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses.

Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops
And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him
For the first time in six weeks. Paler now,

Wearing a poppy bruise on the left temple,
He lay in the four foot box as in a cot.
No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.

A four foot box, a foot for every year.

I remember learning this poem in 5th or 6th class in Primary School and it has stayed with to this day. It is one of those poems that when I see the first line, I can nearly recite the entire poem.

This poem has an enormous effect on me. I am not sure why, I have not lost a sibbling or anything like that, but a classmate in my Secondary School did die during 2nd Year, maybe that is what connects this poem for me.

Antother reason I like the poem is its rhythm, it flows easily and seams to add to the emotion as it slows near the end.

You never know from these Friday’s I could end up with a Favourite Poems Book!