Na Po Mo
Did you know it's National Poetry Month?
I was listening to WCRB on my way to work today (Classical music is the antidote to road rage, did you know?) and they were playing pieces based on poems in celebration of National Poetry Month which a) enabled me to maintain my blood pressure when that jackass pickup truck almost sideswiped me on the Pike and b) made me start thinking about my favorite poems. Something I have not done it a while.
As you may know, I was an English major in college but I discovered poetry long before that. Growing up, my dad had a few poetry books that I got into (T.S. Eliot and e.e. cummings) and fell in love with. In college, though it was part of my major, I was not super into poetry because most of the kids that were, were total d-bags. That is not to say that if you love poetry you are a d-bag but if you went to UMASS Boston, graduated in 2003 with an English major and took a poetry class you were probably a d-bag of some kind. I mean all English majors are d-bags to an extent but most of us at least try to contain our own self importance (a little). Sad but true. But this did not dampen my love just caused me to hide it a little.
In any case I thought I would share with you, for kicks, three of my favorite poems.
e.e. cummings - somewhere i have never traveled
T.S. Eliot - The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Elizabeth Bishop - Casabianca
In honor of the month I would love to know if you have a favorite poem/ what it is .
Let's nerd it up!
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TS Eliot's The Wasteland is beyond awesome. Also, I have a soft spot for Tennyson thanks to Anne of Green Gables.
Favorites:
e.e. cummings i carry your heart with me
Pablo Naruda: Sonnet XVII
Also, I was an art major and I know whereof you speak about d-bags. BIG TIME. I hated almost everyone in my department for this reason. People wearing their jeans and shoes with paint on them all the time, not just to painting class, so everyone could see what "artists" they were. Gag.
I like e. e. cummings "You Are Tired"
Coleridge, Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner
Housman, To an Athlete Dying Young
Cummings, I Carry Your Heart With Me
Collins, Sailing Alone Around the Room
I don't know if this would count, but one of Omar Tyree's books have poems as part of the novel and I ADORE one of them. I can't remember the name of the poem, but the book is called "For The Love Of Money." I keep meaning to type up the poem in a nice font and frame it, that's how much I like it.
The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock was my first LOVED poem. It is still a favorite. Have you read any Raymond Carver? He's another favorite.
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