Monday, July 20, 2009
Earlier, a couple of comments that were posted due to my fa-cheybook status got me thinking of poetry.
I can't write poetry but I love it. I love to read it, love to hear it... love what it does to words with its rhythm.
I have a poem that keeps going 'round my head ever since I opened up my Emily Dickinson book a month or so ago. I place it here now.
This is my letter to the World,
That never wrote to me,--
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see.
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge Tenderly of me!
That never wrote to me,--
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see.
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge Tenderly of me!
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Strange that you should talk about poetry in your blog and guess what I have on mine? Yup, you guessed it... I ended my blog today with one of my favorite T.S. Eliot poems... it's like we share a brain sometimes, coz... gotta love it... miss ya!
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