Tag Archive | poetry

It Takes 19 Lines to Build a Villanelle

Today is the 19th, which is another wonderful opportunity to post a villanelle. This one’s pretty famous, as the biographical note accompanying The Bell Jar often includes it. I’m a big fan of Plath’s work and of villanelles, and this one’s a doozy, so here we go: Mad Girl’s Love Song I shut my eyes and […]

11.12: Don’t Be So Sure

I have a book titled Ten Poems to Change Your Life by Roger Housden. On page 11 and 12, Housden is just beginning to discuss the first poem, Mary Oliver’s “The Journey.” (The other 9 poems are from Machado, Whitman, Rumi, Kabir, Neruda, Kinnell, Merwin, Walcott, and St. John of the Cross.) Since today is […]

11 Saucy Syllables

I was reading today about the hendecasyllable, which is the 11-syllable line used in ancient Greek and Latin poetry. Medieval poets used this line as well, including such heavy hitters as Dante. In English poetry, the term hendecasyllable refers to a line of iambic pentameter with an extra beat on the end (A thing of […]

23 June 1659

How Anne Bradstreet found time to write this poem with 8 children, I do not know. In Reference to her Children, 23 June 1659 I had eight birds hatcht in one nest, Four Cocks were there, and Hens the rest. I nurst them up with pain and care, No cost nor labour did I spare […]

11.19: Sharon (a little bit) Old(er)s

Today is the birthday of the 2013 Pulitzer Prize winner for poetry, Sharon Olds. She won the Pulitzer for Stag’s Leap, a volume of poems about the dissolution of her 30-year marriage. Here’s a selection from Stag’s Leap. My Son’s Father’s Smile In my sleep, our son, as a child, said,  of his father, he smiled […]

11.6: Whiskey Wednesday

Technically, Whiskey Wednesday was 1 week ago, as celebrated by The Hairpin post that supplied today’s Roofpig content. But, time is a fluid construct and art belongs to us all and life is what you make it and thus the following wholesale large-scale no-fail ripoff of the The Hairpin’s stellar idea: poems mentioning whiskey. In […]

26ing Eliot

  T. S. Eliot was born on 9.26.1888. When he was 26, he married his first wife, Vivienne Haigh-Wood, on June 26. Their ages—both 26—were mentioned within the first lines of the movie Tom and Viv, originally a play, about their marriage. She was a pretty sickly gal: “In a letter addressed to Ezra Pound, she […]