I'm really enjoying catching up on my modern poetry class. I haven't done any poetry in a very long time, and I'm really getting a lot out of the class. I want to read a lot more poetry. So
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My favourite poets are Lucy Maud Montgomery and Bub Bridger. I don't read much poetry, but I just love theirs :)
My favourite poems by them are "Patience" and "Blatant Resistance" - I'll include them in separate comments.
Other than those, I love Lillian Moore's The Bridge - there's just such scope for imagination in it! The Bridge by Lillian MooreA bridge by day
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Patience - Lucy Maud MontgomerykiwiriaSeptember 26 2012, 07:26:44 UTC
As my letter must be brief I'll at once state my belief And this it is that, since the world began Since Adam first did say 'Twas Eve led me astray A woman hath more patience than a man.
If a man's obliged to wait For someone who's rather late No mortal ever got in such a stew And if something can't be found That he's sure should be around The listening air sometimes grows fairly blue.
Just watch a man who tries To soothe a baby's cries Or put a stovepipe up in weather cold Into what a state he'll get How he'll fuss and fume and fret And stamp and bluster 'round and storm and scold.
Some point to Job with pride As an argument for their side Why, it was so rare a patient man to see That when one was really found His discoveres were bound To preserve for him a place in history.
And while I admit it's true That man has some patience too And that woman isn't always sweetly calm Still I think all must agree On this general fact - that she For general, all-round patience bears the palm.
Blatant Resistance - Bub BridgerkiwiriaSeptember 26 2012, 07:27:27 UTC
I have a new scarlet coat and I look like a fire engine And I don't give a damn One should grow old gracefully Someone said - I don't know who But I've heard it all my life and So have you but to hell with that I refuse to grow old any way But reluctantly and bold as brass
And when arthritis bites in all My bones and sleep sulks outside My bedroom window in the dark I just toss and turn and scratch And swear the hours away I'm not Growing older - it's the stupid Betrayal of bones and flesh That makes me feel this way but Look at me now with springs in My heels and wind in my hair Any moment I'll start whistling And might even dance you a jig And stop all the traffic along the Quay wearing my new scarlet coat And looking like a fire engine.
Thanks so much for sharing so many good ones! My current class is taking the time to take them apart basically word by word, so I'm going to be trying to do that with everyone's suggestions here in the next few days.
My favourite poems by them are "Patience" and "Blatant Resistance" - I'll include them in separate comments.
Other than those, I love Lillian Moore's The Bridge - there's just such scope for imagination in it!
The Bridge
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I'll at once state my belief
And this it is that, since the world began
Since Adam first did say
'Twas Eve led me astray
A woman hath more patience than a man.
If a man's obliged to wait
For someone who's rather late
No mortal ever got in such a stew
And if something can't be found
That he's sure should be around
The listening air sometimes grows fairly blue.
Just watch a man who tries
To soothe a baby's cries
Or put a stovepipe up in weather cold
Into what a state he'll get
How he'll fuss and fume and fret
And stamp and bluster 'round and storm and scold.
Some point to Job with pride
As an argument for their side
Why, it was so rare a patient man to see
That when one was really found
His discoveres were bound
To preserve for him a place in history.
And while I admit it's true
That man has some patience too
And that woman isn't always sweetly calm
Still I think all must agree
On this general fact - that she
For general, all-round patience bears the palm.
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I look like a fire engine
And I don't give a damn
One should grow old gracefully
Someone said - I don't know who
But I've heard it all my life and
So have you but to hell with that
I refuse to grow old any way
But reluctantly and bold as brass
And when arthritis bites in all
My bones and sleep sulks outside
My bedroom window in the dark
I just toss and turn and scratch
And swear the hours away I'm not
Growing older - it's the stupid
Betrayal of bones and flesh
That makes me feel this way but
Look at me now with springs in
My heels and wind in my hair
Any moment I'll start whistling
And might even dance you a jig
And stop all the traffic along the
Quay wearing my new scarlet coat
And looking like a fire engine.
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