What poetry form am I?
I’m the lai, with no sortOf grave, solemn thought,And IWill never be caughtBy miseries sought,Nor sigh;Where battles are foughtOr arguments brought,I fly. What Poetry Form Are You?
Tag: Poetry, Literature, and Writing
signals
I have started my murder mystery again. It’s been a long while since I last worked on it, but it still feels fresh in my mind and imagination. I can only take this as a good sign. A good sign, especially since the small short poems, of the type wanted for the book, are coming … Continue reading signals
Basho on Poetry
Poetry is a fireplace in summer or a fan in winter. One need not be a haikai poet, but if someone doesn’t live inside ordinary life and understand ordinary feelings, he’s not likely to be a poet. [These come from Learn from the Pine, by Basho, included in Robert Hass’s Essential Haiku. I think I’ll … Continue reading Basho on Poetry
Memory
Memories come flooding back, over the 30 intervening years, more than at any other reunion time. Perhaps it’s safe for them now. My intense need for poetry, for words. My absorption (the only word for it) of any poetry I came across, from cummings to Eliot, whom I was assured was too advanced for me. … Continue reading Memory
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