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Ursula Vernon Is a Gift
Sep. 1st, 2016 09:06 pmShe's also the author/illustrator of Digger (which won a Hugo a few years ago) and under her pen name, T. Kingfisher, the author of The Raven and the Reindeer.
Sappho's Poetry
Aug. 25th, 2012 11:24 pm
I meant to link to this the other day, when I first saw it myself: ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
sovay posted some translations from the Greek that she did of fragments of poetry by Sappho (approx. 630-570 BC). And they're really beautiful. She also talks about what's known about the poet (very little really).
Poetry Month
Apr. 3rd, 2011 10:20 pmCity Trees
The trees along this city street
Save for the traffic and the trains,
Would make a sound as thin and sweet
As trees in country lanes.
And people standing in their shade
Out of a shower, undoubtedly
Would hear such music as is made
Upon a country tree.
Oh, little leaves that are so dumb
Against the shrieking city air,
I watch you when the wind has come,--
I know what sound is there.
- Edna St. Vincent Millay
When you see this, post a poem
Mar. 31st, 2010 08:01 amPoetry meme from naraht, on Dreamwidth. My choice here is, in the end, an inarguably Christian poem. But what it says about what we are is important to me, regardless of the exact form of deity invoked.
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;( Cut for philosophical ramblings ... )
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves — goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying Whát I dó is me: for that I came.
I say móre: the just man justices;
Keeps grace: thát keeps all his goings graces;
Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is —
Chríst — for Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his
To the Father through the features of men's faces.
- by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Poem for National Poetry Month
Apr. 24th, 2009 10:00 pmYes, it's almost over, and I never posted a single poem. So here's a philosophical bit plus a much feistier one:
( cut for poems )
Poetry Meme!
Feb. 4th, 2009 09:02 pmWhen you see this, post your favorite poem.
Ganked from lady_ganesh, kispexi2, and jedishampoo — all at once!
It's going to have to be a favorite poem. This one's a little sad for me - it makes me think of my father, although the penultimate line makes it pretty clear that the poet had a young woman in mind.
( Mindful of you ... )
Poetry Month
Apr. 10th, 2007 04:21 pmAs I was browsing from LJ to LJ ... I found that it was poetry month (because cicer talked about it). Therefore - a poem!
For some reason this poem always strikes me as almost feverishly intelligent. It's a meta-poem - it's about the form of poem that it actually is: a sonnet.
I will put Chaos into fourteen lines
And keep him there; and let him thence escape
If he be lucky; let him twist, and ape
Flood, fire, and demon --- his adroit designs
Will strain to nothing in the strict confines
Of this sweet order, where, in pious rape,
I hold his essence and amorphous shape,
Till he with Order mingles and combines.
Past are the hours, the years of our duress,
His arrogance, our awful servitude:
I have him. He is nothing more nor less
Than something simple not yet understood;
I shall not even force him to confess;
Or answer. I will only make him good.
-- Edna St. Vincent Millay
I snarfed the text from The Wondering Minstrels, my favorite poetry site, which includes Tolkien along with the usual suspects.
