Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

A Poem

A friend sent me this link to a poem by Gjertrud Schnackenberg. It is lovely, musical, strong . I will quote just a few lines. It is from The Light Gray Soil:

My fingers touch
A penny, long forgotten in my coat,
Forgotten in the shock, December eighth,
Midnight emergency, a penny swept
Together with belongings from his coat
Into a sack of “Personal Effects,”
Then locked away, then given to the “Spouse.”
Nearly relinquished, nearly overlooked.
Surely the last he touched, now briefly mine.
A token of our parting, blindly kept.
Alloy of zinc, the copper thinly clad,

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Found on wordpress

This poem by Karen K Ross is worth a look, as is the photograph that goes with it. Mouth-wateringly scrumptious.

Let us all agree: we will create as much beauty while on this earth as we can.


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A friend asked: “how can you blog a poem? Facebook does not respect line breaks!”  Fortunately WordPress does show respect, besides giving the possibility of good graphics design — the WordPress themes.

To blog poetry: choose the HTML tab in the WordPress editor, then just type the lines as you normally would, as in the poem below by Lewis Carroll. Stanza structure is respected as well. (Am I using this as a pretext for posting the poem, my favorite since childhood? It must have already have been posted on the web n umptillion times. The answer is, Yes! I could not resist:-)

‘Twas brillig, and the slithey toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought —
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came wiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came.

One, two! One, two!
And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He came galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh, Callay!”
He chortled in his joy. ‘

Twas brillig, and the slithey toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


PS. Lewis Carroll, the famous author of Alice in Wonderland, aka Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, was a lecturer in mathematics at Oxford. See Modern Mechanix for an interesting post and reference to a 1956 Scientific American article on Carroll-Dodgson.

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