My Aunt Ann. She will be receiving some love poems by Pablo Neruda, which are in English and Neruda's native language.
I also want to alert you to the second contest for the month, again a volume of poetry. I may even email the winner with a choice of volumes from which they can choose their prize. We'll see how many entries I get this time around.
Those interested, please either post an original poem or your favorite poem in the comments by April 25, and I will post the winner on April 26.
Unfortunately, my aunt is not allowed to grace us with her witty poems this time around since she already won a poetry volume. Even if you entered the last contest, please do enter again, with a different poem. Let's Celebrate National Poetry Month.
Also for those interested, April 17 is Poem in Your Pocket day. If you choose to participate, you are to walk around with a poem in your pocket all day and periodically take it out and read it to friends and family or even co-workers throughout the day. I'll let you know what poem I decide upon and what poem Anna chooses to share as well.
Apr 16, 2008
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Here's my entry.
acquainted with the night
Robert Frost
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain --and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
What made you choose that poem? I like that one.
It's always been my favorite Frost poem!
my entry
Alone
E.A.P.
From Childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all i loved, I loved alone.
Then-in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life-was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In it's autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
--what can i say - i like poe
had another one by my grandfather - but i couldn't find all of it
---shannon
That would be an interesting read--a poem from your grandfather. Did he write it?
My poem entry:
(Taken from the end of one of my most favorite songs of all time: Nights in White Satin by The Moody Blues)
Late Lament
by The Moody Blues drummer Graeme Edge
Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bed sitter people look back and lament
Another day's useless energy is spent
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love and has none
New mother picks up and suckles her son
Senior citizens wish they were young
Cold-hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colors from our sight
Red is grey and yellow white
But we decide which is right
And which is an illusion
Great entry Suey! Looks like it just may be the three of you for this round. There will be one more round to go.
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