Today's poem Recently I love poems by anonymous. When was a poem written? Where was a poem written? Who wrote a poem? Such riddles are charms for me. Hey Riddle Riddle! A British poet Carol Rumens's article is a good reference for me: https://bit.ly/2SAr7Ej Algy by Anonymous Algy met a bear, The bear met Algy. The bear was bulgy, The bulge was Algy.
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Today's poem Last year, "ADMISSION REQUIREMENTS" by a Canadian poet Phoebe Wang grabbed my heart with book design like combination of digital mapping in the exhibition of World Book Design 2017-2018, Tokyo. After back home, I soon purchased it. A Canadian aroma fills the first section including verses on Chinese and Japanese gardens. A poem "STILL LIFE WITH DREAM INTERPRETATION" tells Taoism in the Zen painting. In particular, in a prose-poem 'RISING TIDE', there is a drawing of the beauty of shading tide, a bit a sort of a lagoon and subtleties of emotions, recalling the estuary of the Severn River in the UK, now mostly lost in Japan for embankments. The collection carries readers to water different from other continents while turning pages. *** The annual exhibition has introduced many attractive Canadian books. ADMISSION REQUIREMENTS by Phoebe Wang (McCLELLAND & STEWART)
Today's poem One frame is alive - a kite flies, circles calmly in the pale sky, often over stupas or temples around Enoshima, Japan (I tend to understand a poem visually as reading haiku. It might relate to photography?). On the other hand, Hopkins' sonnet in the Victorian era is more musical. A nasal consonant 'n' in the fourth line has effective resonance. Repetitive sprung rhythm makes the poem powerful. In the sestet, getting radiant, eloquent. Spiritual ecstasy in the last line, like Blake's poems - the unity of bird and something with divinity. Noted that I am an agnostic. The Windhover by Gerard Manley Hopkins To Christ our Lord (from Poetry Foundation) I caught this morning morning's minion, king- dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, ...
Today's poem Free verse with only one sentence (O dazzling skill). In the last sixth line, with a trio of mono-syllabic words, the prosody effect of is boogie-woogie . The wine is sparkling, the Buddha is gone with bubbles. The Wine by Michael Metivier (from the website of Poetry Foundation) When the townspeople gave the teenaged Buddha a glass of wine so delicious he grew to an unthinkable size and froze into a blue statue that shielded the town from a wave that broke upon his back and would have swept away the town if he’d not tasted the wine and afterward the people were overjoyed and said they would do good deeds like carpool their children to school more often and plant lettuce everywhere while the Buddha melted into water and receded into the calm sane sea.
Today's poem - Night crept up on them - Sappho - At night the calmness embraces readers with warmness in the poem. Although there have been thousands of poems written with a theme of sleep and the poem belongs to the category of Ages 14-16 in Poetry Archive , it brings fresh impressions to adult readers, too. Fine devices (variation in number of lines, enjambment, etc. & etc.) stay in details of the poem. Please read it aloud, recite it before hearing footsteps of sleep, sitting at the gate of a dream, far-off world. Sleep by Ella Duffy (from Poetry Archive ) https://childrens.poetryarchive.org/poem/sleep/ is stillness paused in stone, the bronze cast of a posed god, Eros, whose face, limbs, have softened to childhood. It is the breath before prayer, a window staining its church with sacred light; or secular, a cashpoint glowing in a late night precinct. Sleep is air, the secrecy of a barn owl in flight; her pale pulse. It is the last gasp of s...
Today's poem The title of the poem might intimate omens based on the coming of spring and swallows that the poet confronted. Splendid ambiguity in "The well rising without sound" as the first line in the first stanza and "thunderous examples" (spiritual and essential, I suppose) at the third line in the third stanza, making for a mysterious universe. With perfect and slant rhyming in the first stanza, a firm truth seems to be present. Then, readers can find rhythmic patterns in birds' airy dancing in the second stanza. However, the real world has been full of chaos where his feet were placed: inexplicable. The Well Rising by William Stafford (from the website of Poetry Foundation ) The well rising without sound, the spring on a hillside, the plowshare brimming through deep ground everywhere in the field一 The sharp swallows in their swerve flaring and hesitating hunting for the final curve coming closer and closer一 The swallow heart from wingbeat...