Poetry...it's very nice, you know? I mean, good poetry...it's very pleasant. I've always liked poetry. I write some, but it's nothing printable, just whatever I'm thinking about at the moment. If you want to read some really good poetry, read just about anything by Edna St. Vincent Millay. She's my favorite poet, I'd say. My favorite Sonnet (Edna brought back the near dead poetry style usual connected with Will):
Time does not bring relief; You all have lied who told me time would ease me of my pain. I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide. the old snows melt from every mountainside; And last years leaves are smoke in every lane But last years bitter lovving must remain, Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide. There are a hundred places where I fear to go, so with his memory they brim. And entering with relief some quite place, where never fell his foot or shone his face, I say there is no memory of him here! And so stand stricken, So remembering him.
I really understand that one, more than any of her other work. Excepting, maybe, her popular short poem on the roaring 20's, "First Fig":
My candle burns at both ends, It will not last the night. But, 'Ah' my foes, and 'O' my friends, it gives a lovely light.
And then there's good ol' Billy-bob. Good old Will Shakespeare. Now there's a poet to tip your hat to. If I tried to write all my favorite poems of his, this page will go on forever, so I will someday have a page all about the Bard. I have so many favorite poems...let's see...here's a nice one:
His shirt wraps around his chest, Flows over his shoulders and curves down his back, It even slips beneath his belt and into his pants... LUCKY SHIRT.
Oh, how I love that one. Anonymous, of course ;) Here's a good one I found in some random book-Hillside Betrothal, by Edward Cunningham:
Blessed by season and setting, they've come to crystal understandings here... entered into forever promises. And now, as they kiss the bargain done, he wonders: "Has any sunset been kinder than this... any breeze gentler... any heather softer?" And she wonders: "Have any clouds been lovelier than these... any wild flowers sweeter... any songbirds merrier?" "Possibly so," they each decide, "but rarely all at once, and never all for me."
Sweet, n'est-ce pas?
Ohkay, now, here's The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe... just kidding! Here are the title's of a few you might want to look up...they're all very nice. Kit Marlowe-"The Passionate Sheperd to His Love" William Blake-"The Tyger" Robert Burns-"To a Mouse" and "A Red, Red, Rose" Lord Byron-"She Walks In beauty" Emily Dickinson-just about anything! Specifically, "I'm Nobody! Who are you?", "Because I Could Not Stop for Death", and "This Is My Letter to the World."(Now there are some poems to tip your hat to!) Lewis Carrol-"Jabberwocky"
and so i leave you with these poetic words- Do not go gentle into that good night.....
