Yesterday's poem choice was "To the Virgins to Make Much of Time. Initially, I thought of following up with "To His Coy Mistress" by Andrew Marvell or "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love" by Christopher Marlowe, but they're from a similar time period, so I decided to select something else. And then, based on the carpe diem notion and its ( Read more... )

Yesterday's poem for National Poetry Month was Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare, which begins "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" Today's pick was inspired by the third line of Shakespeare's sonnet "Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May", beginning with a reference to both buds and May in its first line.

To the Virgins, to make much ( Read more... )

Consider this a "bonus poem" for the week. Although not part of my interlocked National Poetry Month celebration, this is nevertheless a lovely little poem for a gusty day. April might be renowned for its showers (and we've had those as well), but I can assure you that it's provided us with ample blustery winds thus far as well.

Who Has Seen the ( Read more... )

One of the things it may surprise you to know (because it surprised me when I learned it) is that Jane Austen wrote poetry on occasion. Mostly doggerel, although she wrote a panegyric to a dead friend at one point in time ( Read more... )

Today, a reprise of one of my favorite poems. Lots of folks love this one for the final two lines. I love it for the first four. Yesterday morning, whilst I was talking to my brother on the phone, I asked him how late it stayed light in Idaho, where he's been "visiting" on official Air Force business. He mentioned it being dusky at 10, with the ( Read more... )

My grandfather on my mother's side was a great one for songs and stories and performance pieces. Years ago, I found a copy of this monologue by Marriott Edgar amongst his papers. I forgot about it until yesterday when Angela was reciting "My Friend Jim," which includes the line "tomatoes are soft and don't bruise the skin, but this one did - it was ( Read more... )

Time keeps on tickin', tickin', tickin' into the future ( Read more... )