10 women poets
When you see this, post the names of 10 women poets off the top of your head. Good times!
1. Jenny Bornholdt
2. Eileen Duggan
3. Elizabeth Barrett Browning
4. Anne French
5. Roma Potiki
6. Margaret Atwood
7. Fiona Farrell
8. Lauris Edmond
9. Kate Camp
10. Bub Bridger
8/10 new zealand content.
People I love that I forgot about writing these:
Adrienne Rich (!); Carol Ann Duffy (Only I didn't forget about her, I had "Carol Someone" on the list until I thought of Bub Bridger); Edna St Vincent Millay; Sonya Sones; Emily motherfucking Dickinson; and astoundingly, Cilla McQueen, whose poem Crikey was the first poem I ever posted to this livejournal. I'm bemused that I could ever have forgotten her.
I think this meme is more fun when accompanied by actual poetry.
Love Poem
Everything will happen. Your friend
will go to Paris, my uncle give up
at last his dreams of wild horses
flying over the hills of his boyhood
farm; that quaking marriage will break.
We do not speak of ourselves, but as
we walk down the stairs sno falls,
coming to lay soft stars on the dark
tweed of our hearts. We brush away for
each other the little messages of death.
In the street there are two young men
exuberantly quarrelling; we pass slowly,
close together and carefully keeping
in step. It is as though we have
something very light and fragile to carry.
-- Lauris Edmond
You can see other poetry I enjoy at my poetry tag.
1. Jenny Bornholdt
2. Eileen Duggan
3. Elizabeth Barrett Browning
4. Anne French
5. Roma Potiki
6. Margaret Atwood
7. Fiona Farrell
8. Lauris Edmond
9. Kate Camp
10. Bub Bridger
8/10 new zealand content.
People I love that I forgot about writing these:
Adrienne Rich (!); Carol Ann Duffy (Only I didn't forget about her, I had "Carol Someone" on the list until I thought of Bub Bridger); Edna St Vincent Millay; Sonya Sones; Emily motherfucking Dickinson; and astoundingly, Cilla McQueen, whose poem Crikey was the first poem I ever posted to this livejournal. I'm bemused that I could ever have forgotten her.
I think this meme is more fun when accompanied by actual poetry.
Love Poem
Everything will happen. Your friend
will go to Paris, my uncle give up
at last his dreams of wild horses
flying over the hills of his boyhood
farm; that quaking marriage will break.
We do not speak of ourselves, but as
we walk down the stairs sno falls,
coming to lay soft stars on the dark
tweed of our hearts. We brush away for
each other the little messages of death.
In the street there are two young men
exuberantly quarrelling; we pass slowly,
close together and carefully keeping
in step. It is as though we have
something very light and fragile to carry.
-- Lauris Edmond
You can see other poetry I enjoy at my poetry tag.