Thank you all for responding my calling of sharing two or three lines from a poem you like with brief comments. I would like to collect them and print them for our Haiku Canada Conference at UTM in May and also for 2017 West Chester Poetry Conference in June.
-Anna Yin, April 10, 2017
Here are my favorite lines:Hope is the thing with feathers — Emily Dickinson
feeling myself here
as long as you are–
as long as you are.
The emphasis, different in each of the last two lines, offers a sense of without those who are important in our lives, we are incomplete. That it isn’t enough to exist in isolation from the rest of the world.
by Ezra Pound The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough. It is a vivid image of faces, passing by quickly, merely glimpsed, and yet out of the blur of that moment, distinct faces appear, as would cherry blossoms in the rain against the blackness of the tree’s branches. It also suggests the way memory sometimes works, momentary vignettes, snapshots, if you will, things that stand out from the blur of the everyday. –Carol Stephen —————————————————————————————————
————————————————————–Susan Ksiezopolski‘s favorite prose poem is Desiderata by Max Hermann and here are my favourite lines: “And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.” ———————————————————————————————- Heather Cadsby’s favorite lines are Snail, snail, glister me forward Bird, soft-sigh me home
Worm, be with me
This is my hard time – Theodore Roethke ———————————————————————————————— STRATEGIC PLAN
Just do what you think you should do And someday maybe
Who knows, baby
I’ll come and be cryin’ to you
———————————————————————————————————-From Daddy, Sylvia Plath, 1962 I made a model of you,
A man with a black meinkampf look
And a love of the rack and the screw. I think this is said to have been written about her husband, Ted Hughes, who was having an affair with one of their friends. The loaded word, meinkampf, telegraphs the hatred she felt as she wrote and, given the circumstances, the next line may have been fashioned to shed a very bright light on what she knew was happening. -sent by Audrey Ogilvie
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse – and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness – And Wilderness is Paradise enow.” -Omar Khayyam Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses
your understanding. – Khalil Gibran —————————————————————————————————————————————-