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| Hyacinth Happiness by Lachlan Rogers. (CC) |
We are at nearly the end of April, which means it's the end of this year's National Poetry Month.
And, so, a bit of a medley to celebrate poetry month in a single shot, if you haven't already been celebrating.
One passage like a poem, one poem, one poet, one excerpt.
A passage like a poem:
1) “Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.” —Maurice SendakAnd, so, a bit of a medley to celebrate poetry month in a single shot, if you haven't already been celebrating.
One passage like a poem, one poem, one poet, one excerpt.
A passage like a poem:
A poet:
3) Also, if you haven't read the Interview with Laura Read, a poet, then there's this, too.
An excerpt from a poem.
An excerpt from a poem.
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| “You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; | 35 |
| They called me the hyacinth girl.” | |
| —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, | |
| Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not | |
| Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither | |
| Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, | 40 |
| Looking into the heart of light, the silence. (from The Wasteland by our man T.S. Eliot) |
