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Tuesday, March 31, 2020

POEM OF THE DAY

Meeting and Passing
by Robert Frost

As I went down the hill along the wall
There was a gate I had leaned at for the view
And had just turned from when I first saw you
As you came up the hill. We met. But all
We did that day was mingle great and small
Footprints in summer dust as if we drew
The figure of our being less than two
But more than one as yet. Your parasol
Pointed the decimal off with one deep thrust.
And all the time we talked you seemed to see
Something down there to smile at in the dust.
(Oh, it was without prejudice to me!)
Afterward I went past what you had passed
Before we met and you what I had passed.

Friday, March 27, 2020

POEM OF THE DAY: THE NIGHT BY ROBERT FROST


THE NIGHT BY ROBERT FROST

23,163 views
Premiered Mar 6, 2020
illneas
51.9K subscribers

The purpose of this channel was never to create visual versions of the poems. My videos are based on the poem the way I perceive it but at the same time, I try to say a new story. Storytelling is most of the time based on dialogue but I want to believe that we can communicate as humanity without the use of specific language. Nothing makes me happier than seeing people from completely different cultures enjoying my work and the poems I love.

Grateful thanks to "illness" and YouTube.

Sunday, March 22, 2020

POEM OF THE DAY : THE TIDE RISES, THE TIDE FALLS by LONGFELLOW

THE TIDE RISES, THE TIDE FALLS
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveller to the shore,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Wednesday, March 18, 2020

POEM OF THE DAY: DOGGEREL BY A SENIOR CITIZEN : W H AUDEN


W H AUDEN RECITES 

"DOGGEREL BY A SENIOR CITIZEN" 1969


42,255 views
Sep 14, 2013
betapicts
10.7K subscribers

Wystan Hugh Auden (21 February 1907 - 29 September 1973), who published as W. H. Auden, was an Anglo-American poet, born in England, later an American citizen, regarded by many critics as one of the greatest writers of the 20th century. His work is noted for its stylistic and technical achievements, its engagement with moral and political issues, and its variety of tone, form and content. The central themes of his poetry are love, politics and citizenship, religion and morals, and the relationship between unique human beings and the anonymous, impersonal world of nature. (Wikipedia)

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Grateful thanks to "betapicts", Wikipedia and YouTube.

Sunday, March 15, 2020

Thursday, March 12, 2020

POEM OF THE DAY : THE WIDOW'S LAMENT IN SPRING TIME BY WILLIAMS CARLOS WILLIAMS

The Widow's Lament in Springtime
by William Carlos Williams

Sorrow is my own yard
where the new grass
flames as it has flamed
often before but not
with the cold fire
that closes round me this year.
Thirty-five years
I lived with my husband.
The plumtree is white today
with masses of flowers.
Masses of flowers
load the cherry branches
and color some bushes
yellow and some red
but the grief in my heart
is stronger than they
for though they were my joy
formerly, today I notice them
and turn away forgetting.
Today my son told me
that in the meadows,
at the edge of the heavy woods
in the distance, he saw
trees of white flowers.
I feel that I would like
to go there
and fall into those flowers
and sink into the marsh near them.

Wednesday, March 11, 2020

WHAT MAKES A POEM? - Ms MELISSA KOVACS


WHAT MAKES A POEM? - MELISSA KOVACS

939,487 views
Mar 20, 2017
TED-Ed
10.8M subscribers
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What exactly makes a poem … a poem? Poets themselves have struggled with this question, often using metaphors to approximate a definition. Is a poem a little machine? A firework? An echo? A dream? Melissa Kovacs shares three recognizable characteristics of most poetry.

Lesson by Melissa Kovacs, animation by Ace & Son Moving Picture Co., LLC.
#poetry

Grateful thanks to Ms Melissa Kovacs, animation by Ace & Son Moving Picture Co., LLC. TED-Ed and YouTube.

Tuesday, March 10, 2020

POEM OF THE DAY: IF YOU FORGET ME BY PABLO NERUDA (READ BY TOM O'BEDLAM) 321,355 views Aug 5, 2011 SpokenVerse 82.5K subscribers Another of Pablo Neruda's simple love poems. The feelings he portrays aren't particularly laudable but they are very human and touching and realistic, reflecting what most people would feel... Grateful thanks to SpokenVerse, TOM O'BEDLAM and YouTube.





IF YOU FORGET ME BY PABLO NERUDA 
(READ BY TOM O'BEDLAM)

321,355 views
Aug 5, 2011
SpokenVerse
82.5K subscribers

Another of Pablo Neruda's simple love poems.  The feelings he portrays aren't particularly laudable but they are very human and touching and realistic, reflecting what most people would feel...

Grateful thanks to SpokenVerse, TOM O'BEDLAM and YouTube.

Saturday, March 7, 2020

ON POETRY

*My poems: a handful of dust trying to get back to supernova. Like every longing, everything alive* : MARILYN NELSON 

Grateful thanks to MARILYN NELSON, MARIA POPOVA AND BRAIN PICKINGS. 

Thursday, March 5, 2020

POEM OF THE DAY: "WHEN YOU ARE OLD" BY W B YEATS



"WHEN YOU ARE OLD" BY W B YEATS

Irish Poetry-Poems about life and Love-Spiritual-Sad-Beautiful-Romantic
70,102 views
Jul 23, 2012
johnnielawson
298K subscribers

The 12 most popular soundscapes in one great value bundle for you to purchase and download https://gum.co/mostpopularsoundscapec... Relaxing nature sounds from the forest, river, lake, ocean & waterfall with and without birdsong are great for meditation or mindfulness relaxation.

Grateful thanks to "johnnielawson" and YouTube.

Homage to W B Yeats.