By Terry Orr
So who is your favorite Poet or Poets?
Follow this link to a good list of top poets http://dsc.discovery.com/tv-shows/curiosity/topics/famous-poet-pictures.htm
with a brief bio of each.
Langston Hughes
I, Too, Sing America
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then. Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—
I, too, am America.
E. E. Cummings
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
How
Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)
How do I love thee? Let me
count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and
breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling
out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal
grace.
I love thee to the level of
every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and
candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men
strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they
turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion
put to use
In my old griefs, and with my
childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I
seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love
thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life;
and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better
after death.
I believe each of us have our favorite
poems and poets – and have probably written a few along the way – perhaps you
will share some of them with us? We would truly enjoy reading your comments,
list of poets and poems. Thank you.
COFFEE
ReplyDeleteHer eyes pop open, at the ceiling she does stare
She wiggles her toes to make sure she is fully aware.
Her feet hit the floor with a resounding boom
She puts one in front of the other and exits the room.
To the kitchen she meanders with a purpose in mind
A cup of hot coffee is what she must find
Half stumbling, and mumbling its her memory she seeks
Through the panes in her door she see the dog as it peeks.
Everything must wait till that coffee falls into her cup
Nothing can block her path, not a phone call, nor even a pup
Coffee with creme brûlée, the aroma is amazing to smell
She cannot talk, or laugh, first this coffee has a story to tell
She yearns for the taste and knows it will transform her
It hits her lips and she takes a sip, amazed at how it warms her
All is good in this world, as this cup of bliss calms her soul
Its coffee, that starts her day with zest, it makes her feel un-old
Now she is good for the day, its funny how the body can react
To beans that are heated and steamed, for such an impact
It is a liquid with powers beyond measure
Oh how it lifts her day, adding such pleasure.
Juanita Smith