Poetry
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…
Read MoreSunday Poetry: The Unrestrained Innocence of Your Intentions
Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday poetry blogs here. From my Facebook page, some of you know I had surgery this week on a recalcitrant knee and am now in full recovery mode. For fun I decided to see if I could find…
Read MoreSunday 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 will be back next week. Meantime, let Emilie know if you have a poem you would like to see here. Or a favorite poet.
Read MoreSunday 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,…
Read MoreSunday 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…
Read MoreSunday 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…
Read MoreSunday 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,…
Read MoreSunday 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…
Read MoreSunday 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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