Sunday Poetry: For Once It Was His Own

Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday poetry blogs here. It’s Mother’s Day in the US, but today’s poem highlights romantic love.  We’ve heard so much talk about love and marriage this week, but not the way we usually do in spring. Instead…

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Sunday Poetry: One Woman Trusts Herself with Treasure

Welcome to Sunday Poetry.   If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday poetry blogs here. Today’s poem, Her Head, by poet Joan Murray, celebrates the courage and strength of women.  Since I’m presently reading Cutting for Stone, set in Ethiopia, this had particular resonance for me. It’s a reminder…

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Sunday Poetry

Sunday Poetry will be back next week. Meantime, let Emilie know if you have a poem you would like to see here. Or a favorite poet.

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Sunday Poetry: and may myself do nothing usefully

Welcome to Sunday Poetry.   If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday poetry blogs here. Today’s poem is 53 by E.E. cummings.  I love this one.  I love the way the poet plays with capitalization, with structure, with pronouns.  Those moments in the poem are stops along the way,…

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Sunday Poetry: Not the Inside of Stone

Welcome to Sunday Poetry.   If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday poetry blogs here. Today’s poem was written by Mary Oliver, one of my favorite poets and someone whose work has graced this blog several times since its inception. Recently she became seriously ill and cancelled all her…

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Sunday Poetry: That Special Undiscovered Something

Welcome to Sunday Poetry.   If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday poetry blogs here. I’ll confess I’ve spent a lot of time the past weeks discarding things I’ve held on to for years.  Clothes.  Books.  Manuscripts.  The list goes on and on.  You  know you have the makings…

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Sunday Poetry: To See the Cherry Hung with Snow

Welcome to Sunday Poetry.   If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday poetry blogs here. This is probably our last spring as residents of the Washington DC area, and I’ll confess that I’ll miss this season the most.  Spring in DC is a parade of blossoms, but this year,…

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Sunday Poetry: A Crocus Shooting Up A Purple Hand

Welcome to Sunday Poetry.   If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday poetry blogs here. It’s March, and while much of the United States has seen unseasonably warm weather, we’re still hoping and waiting for spring to emphatically arrive, no maybe yes and maybe no, but right here at…

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Sunday Poetry: Reading Away from Ourselves

Welcome to Sunday Poetry.   If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday poetry blogs here. This week and last I’ve blogged about old books, so today’s poem is an ode to books written by Billy Collins, the poet who convinced me, after a lecture at Chautauqua Institution two years…

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