Poetic Morsels
I have so much fun every day looking for these poems. I found a site that features a poem-of-the day, and one of the poems they had chosen was by Stephen Crane, The Black Riders, and the really cool feature on this site was that people could comment on the poems of the day. Someone pointed out that the Black Rider was the first of a book of poems that Crane wrote, so I went hunting for the rest.
These are the Hershey Kisses of Poems, little delectable poetic morsels. I was going to make a list of two or three that I liked, but I found so many more. Here are the first lines from a few of the poems that I liked:
I. Black riders came from the sea
VI. God fashioned the ship of the world carefully
X. Should the wide world roll away
XIII. If there is a witness to my little life
XXVI. There was set before me a mighty hill
XXXVIII. The ocean said to me once
XXXIX. The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds (I love that line)
XLVI. Many red devils ran from my heart
LVI. A man feared that he might find an assassin
LVIII. The sage lectured brilliantly
LXV. Once, I knew a fine song (Every writer can relate to this one!)
These are questioning poems, probably a big part of why I like them. Crane questions God, organized religion, conventional wisdom, life, death and love among other things. Some of the poems are so imaginative too. I didn't mention IX above, but that's such a visual poem for me, and I wonder, was the devil speaking a truth or trying to fool the victim with a lie? I love LVII for the same reason, after reading it, I'm asking myself new questions.
These are the Hershey Kisses of Poems, little delectable poetic morsels. I was going to make a list of two or three that I liked, but I found so many more. Here are the first lines from a few of the poems that I liked:
I. Black riders came from the sea
VI. God fashioned the ship of the world carefully
X. Should the wide world roll away
XIII. If there is a witness to my little life
XXVI. There was set before me a mighty hill
XXXVIII. The ocean said to me once
XXXIX. The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds (I love that line)
XLVI. Many red devils ran from my heart
LVI. A man feared that he might find an assassin
LVIII. The sage lectured brilliantly
LXV. Once, I knew a fine song (Every writer can relate to this one!)
These are questioning poems, probably a big part of why I like them. Crane questions God, organized religion, conventional wisdom, life, death and love among other things. Some of the poems are so imaginative too. I didn't mention IX above, but that's such a visual poem for me, and I wonder, was the devil speaking a truth or trying to fool the victim with a lie? I love LVII for the same reason, after reading it, I'm asking myself new questions.