Sunday Poetry: The fresh truth of children
Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday poetry blogs here.
My Christmas gift to you is this beautiful poem, Noel, by Anne Porter. May her words bring with them poignant memories of the past as well as a reminder of the preciousness of this time and this season. Merry Christmas to all of you!
Remember, we read poetry together here for the pure pleasure of the experience. There are no quizzes, no right ways to read or contemplate the poem we share. Absolutely no dissecting allowed. Just come along for the “read.” What line, word or thought will you carry with you this week? If you’d like to tell us where the poem took you? We’ll listen.
Remember, too, there is a special giveaway in progress for those who comment on any Sunday Poetry blog before year’s end. The prize is an autographed copy of Billy Collins’s Horoscopes for the Dead. See the details here. I’ve carried this precious autographed book from New York to Virginia, on to North Carolina, and now to Florida. It’s waiting for someone to claim it.
Will it be you?
What a beautiful poem…read it and went back to re-read it again..:)
Perfect to read on this Sunday before Christmas. Thank you for sharing Emilie! PS: I have a childhood friend born on Christmas Eve who is named Noel – and just had lunch with her Thursday – so this poem came at a perfect time!
My sons middle name is Noel (not Noelle)and for us it came from a family name on my husbands side. But this poem is so beautiful, that it did bring to mind so many Christmas memories highlighted with the family members(including the furry ones)that are no longer here. A beautiful time of the year when those loved ones seem so much closer.