From Mrs. Shalian’s shelf comes another poetry wonder, printed over a hundred years ago and yet whispered as though yesterday. In our search for the future, how can we move forward without knowing the past.
Tagore in The Gardener writes,
“Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence?
I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. … ”
Why poetry? Words sewn together to create a tapestry of sounds, music that enthralls the spirit.
Pablo Neruda, the Chilean poet who won the Nobel Prize for Literature, charms the soul with a passion for nature, love and the sensual teasing of the ear. Read silently, read out loud and enjoy.
I came here to count the bells
that live upon the surface of the sea, Continue reading
Calliope, the muse of epic poetry, daughter of Zeus and legend says she inspired Homer in his writing of the classics Odyssey and the Iliad. An anthology with her name is offering the Women Who Write 2013 International Poetry and Short Prose contest for a submission cost of $12 with a deadline of June 30, 2013. Continue reading
Sitting on my shelf is a worn, torn and colored Treasured Things children’s book with little poems to recite by poet, Annette Wynne. A telescope into the lives of children and adults in 1922.
If all the news gave out
And there should come a day
With nothing …. Continue reading
Beirut. One word that can conjure up so many intense reactions. Terry Douglas, a poet and author, lived in Beirut at the opening of the Civil War that lasted for well over a decade. His poem is on a sniper’s bullet, chaos of war and life.
“Fingering the burst of lead,
Shark rough after glancing the wall,
I contemplate my fate … . Continue reading
Native American prayer or poem. “O Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the winds, and whose breath gives life to all the world, hear me. I am small and weak; I need your strength and wisdom. ….” Continue reading
Haiku for Spring from A Net of Fireflies, Japanese Haiku and Haiku Paintings translated by Harold Stewart (1960) offers seasonal haikus with delicate brevity and warmth. Continue reading