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A lot of the fiber arts I enjoy are things like tatting, netmaking, chair caning, and even weaving, where people will come up to me when I demonstrate and solemnly tell me, "That's a lost art."

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17 April 2009

National Poetry Month

I've been reading some of the poems posted on other blogs and thinking of various poems I've enjoyed over the years.

The book set I posted about the other day has a lot of poems in the first volume.

I've had part of the first verse of "The Fairies", by William Allingham, stuck in my head since childhood:

Up the airy mountain
Down the rushy glen
We daren't go a-hunting,
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl's feather.
(Which is, of course, what comes to mind when I read Terry Pratchett's Lords and Ladies.)

Growing up during the Cold War and being a treelover, naturally I loved and memorized David Ignatow's "Simultaneously":
Simultaneously, five thousand miles apart,
two telephone poles, shaking and roaring
and hissing gas, rose from their emplacements
straight up, leveled off and headed
for each other’s land, alerted radar
and ground defense, passed each other
in midair, escorted by worried planes,
and plunged into each other’s place,
steaming and silent and standing straight,
sprouting leaves.


As an introvert, Charles Simic's "Stone" is another favorite:
Go inside a stone
That would be my way.
Let somebody else become a dove
Or gnash with a tiger’s tooth.
I am happy to be a stone.

From the outside the stone is a riddle:
No one knows how to answer it.
Yet within, it must be cool and quiet
Even though a cow steps on it full weight,
Even though a child throws it in a river;
The stone sinks, slow, unperturbed
To the river bottom
Where the fishes come to knock on it
And listen.

I have seen sparks fly out
When two stones are rubbed,
So perhaps it is not dark inside after all;
Perhaps there is a moon shining
From somewhere, as though behind a hill—
Just enough light to make out
The strange writings, the star-charts
On the inner walls.


I have a dry and silly sense of humor, and thus a fondness for Ogden Nash:
The Termite
Some primal termite knocked on wood
And tasted it, and found it good!
And that is why your Cousin May
Fell through the parlor floor today.


And Shel Silverstein:
Early Bird
Oh, if you're a bird, be an early bird
And catch the worm for your breakfast plate.
If you're a bird, be an early early bird--
But if you're a worm, sleep late.


That's probably enough for one day.

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8 Comments:

Blogger dale-harriet said...

Poetry Month, I had no IDEA! (yes, yes,mea culpa). We're having a Read-In tomorrow at the local Border's to raise money for literacy - I b'lieve I'll take some poetry to read during my time. I have SOME diverse tastes in poetry, I think I'll take EA Poe and William Carlos Williams, a Shakespeare sonnet or two and Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Doesn't take too long to read poetry.

1:00 PM  
Blogger amy said...

I have a biography of Shel Silverstein out from the library, but I haven't started it yet. Nice selection here!

8:53 PM  
Blogger Roxie said...

What glorious variety! And do you write as well? Even doggerel? Filksongs?

9:49 AM  
Blogger Rose Red said...

I love all of these - especially the Stone. Fabulous selection.

6:31 AM  
Blogger Knitting Linguist said...

I love those last two poems (which I suppose says something about my silly sense of humor). Those first poems are lovely, too, in a deeper, quieter, thoughtful way.

12:31 PM  
Blogger Beth said...

Wonderful, thank you! One of my favorite Silverstein poems is this:

My beard grows to my toes, I never wears no clothes, I wraps my hair around my bare and down the road I goes!

7:19 PM  
Blogger Summer said...

Hi Alwen:) I came to your site from Knots Indeed, who was the only blogger I could find who focused on the long lost art of netting.

My grandmother have me a box of German silk thread and what I later discovered to be several netting needles and a mesh. I, too, have a thing for lost arts, and would love to learn how to do netted lace. I also do beadwork, and am learning bobbin lace and tatting.

Anyway, I look forward to your adventures in netting:) You're way ahead of my curve, having already actually made something, but it'll be great to share the adventure;-)

10:53 PM  
Blogger Donna Lee said...

I love Shel Silverstein. We have some real dog-eared copies around here that I haven't read for some time. And The Stone. I really liked that.

9:23 AM  

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