A – Z
I’m proud to be a part of a wonderful organization called the Writers of Kern. They are having a “Blog Challenge” and I’m participating. I’m writing my normal two blogs per week but challenging myself to be prompted by the alphabet. Hope you can read all twenty six from A-Z. For more good reading check out the Writers of Kern’s Facebook page. https://www.facebook.com/groups/95572300558/
Y is for YEATS (W.B. that is)
April is National Poetry Month. There’s no better poetry to read then William Butler Yeats.
Being a bit Irish I lean to Yeats as one of the greatest poets of the English language. Yeats was born in 1865 and died in 1939. In 1923 He became the first Irishman to be given the Nobel Prize for Literature. Many scholars feel he wrote his finest material in the years following the Nobel Prize.
I don’t know, I’m certainly not a Poet critic.
Poetry reminds me of Ballet. I am ignorant of its structure and foundation, but I find it beautiful and sometimes very moving. The words don’t have to rhyme, but beautiful words with deep meanings with a flow, a musical meter, can be romantic, stirring, and emotional.
The Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Another cute little Yeats diddy.
Maybe with your favorite cold, crispy Pinot Grigio.
A Drinking Song
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
We are lucky here in Kern County to have many incredible poets.
Don Thompson was just named Kern County’s first Poet Laureate.
Last year the Poet Laureate of California, Juan Felipe Herrera, was named as the Poet Laureate of the United States. His poems can easily be found online and are worth the search.
One final poem of W. B. Yeats.
This one is read by another Irishmen, actor Colin Ferrell. I realize it will be more emotional if you are automatically given Senior discounts with no I.D.
When You Are Old
Read by Colin Ferrell
And for you…Good advice from a poem from Shel Silverstein
Draw a crazy picture,
Write a nutty poem,
Sing a mumble-gumble song,
Whistle through your comb.
Do a loony-goony dance
‘Cross the kitchen floor,
Put something silly in the world
That ain’t been there before.
HAVE A GREAT WEEK!