Today's napowrimo prompt asked us to take five lines from some of our favorite poets and use them to create our own list poem. Mine includes 6 lines from William Shakespeare, Emily Dickinson, Gerard Manley Hopkins, and Seamus Heaney. I changed a few words, but left most lines in their original form. The last line is mine.
The Poet Remembers and Returns
Between my finger and my thumb
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
EARTH, sweet Earth, sweet landscape, with leavés throng
Nothing be so beautiful as spring!
How like a winter hath my absence been, but
Delight becomes pictorial
When I take up my pen.
Also, this is my 101st post on this blog. Many thanks to all who visit, read, and respond. I am having so much fun with this.
"wake up my pen"..sometimes hard ..just like getting my paint brush started...then i can not stop...good one for earth day... I was just listning to Joni mitchell "big yellow taxi" "they paved paradise..and put up a parking lot..with a pink hotel..........I think she was one of first singer/songwriters who was aware of mother earth..keep up the writing
ReplyDeleteDelight becomes pictorial when I take up my pen... this turned out so well!
ReplyDeleteOh, that's lovely, and I love your choice of poets, though you do just fine (more than fine) on your own. Congratulations on your 101st post!! Keep having fun.
ReplyDeletewell done! fits together flawlessly! thank you for sharing!
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These lines read like they were meant to be together and capture so well two of the things I love best (at least this week): writing and spring.
ReplyDeleteI will show you fear in a handfull of dust, he said,
ReplyDeleteBut what to me is this quintessence of dust?
All truths wait in all things, and
so much depends upon
imaginary gardens with real toads in them, and
energy is eternal delight....
(T.S. Eliot, Shakespeare, Whitman, W.C. Williams, Marianne Moore, William Blake...almost completely from memory, with a few connecting words thrown in)...
I will show you fear in a handfull of dust, he said,
ReplyDeletebut what to me is this quintessence of dust?
All truths wait in all things, and
so much depends upon
imaginary gardens with real toads in them, and
energy is eternal delight....
(T.S. Eliot, William Shakespeare, Walt Whitman, William Carlos Williams, Marianne Moore, and William Blake...almost completely from memory)...
Fabulous! Well done!
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