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Poetry Friday: Make a Splash! edition
Friday, June 25, 2010 @ 1:11 AM | 31 Comments

Splish Splash by Joan Bransfield Graham

“Water often spells surprises
with its changing forms and sizes,
rain and snow, ponds and brooks,
water has so many looks,
sounds and moods and colors—yet
in every shape, it’s always WET!”

from Splish Splash by Joan Bransfield Graham (text) and Steve Scott (art)

This week was the start of our summer reading program, and it’s our first year participating in the national Collaborative Summer Library Program.  Since there’s a good chance libraries near you are using the same theme—Make a Splash, Read!—and since it’s now officially summer, I thought it would make a nice theme.

I love Splish Splash, because it’s great for young readers, with a healthy dosage of concrete poems.  Other picks for water-themed poetry are Splash! Poems of Our Watery World by Constance Levy, and Water Music by Jane Yolen.

Poetry Friday is here today!  Enjoy!

Low Tide (early)

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High Tide (later)

“Old Santeclaus” [probably] by Clement C. Moore
Thursday, December 24, 2009 @ 11:11 PM | No Comments

Clement C. Moore was a cranky, uptight theologian—not the type of person you’d expect to write “A Visit from St. Nicholas.”  In fact, an argument has been mounted against Moore being the author, though some counter-arguments have been mounted as well.

Regardless, there was a poem written around the same time that was about Santa Claus, and it fit Moore’s cranky, uptight writing style.  It’s a poem for which no one would question giving him credit.  As for “A Visit,” who knows?  That’s what those old sods get for publishing anonymously.

Anyway, enjoy this little cup of Xmas cheer!

Old Santeclaus (1821)

Old Santeclaus with much delight
His reindeer drives this frosty night,
O’er chimney-tops, and tracks of snow,
To bring his yearly gifts to you.

The steady friend of virtuous youth,
The friend of duty, and of truth,
Each Christmas eve he joys to come
Where love and peace have made their home.

Through many houses he has been,
And various beds and stockings seen;
Some, white as snow, and neatly mended,
Others, that seemed for pigs intended.

Where e’er I found good girls or boys,
That hated quarrels, strife and noise,
I left an apple, or a tart,
Or wooden gun, or painted cart.

To some I gave a pretty doll,
To some a peg-top, or a ball;
No crackers, cannons, squibs, or rockets,
To blow their eyes up, or their pockets.

No drums to stun their Mother’s ear,
Nor swords to make their sisters fear;
But pretty books to store their mind
With knowledge of each various kind.

But where I found the children naughty,
In manners rude, in temper haughty,
Thankless to parents, liars, swearers,
Boxers, or cheats, or base tale-bearers,

I left a long, black, birchen rod,
Such as the dread command of God
Directs a Parent’s hand to use
When virtue’s path his sons refuse.

Someone should turn that into a song-poem!

Poetry Friday: “Green Grass and Dandelions”
Friday, May 22, 2009 @ 11:11 AM | No Comments

It’s summer, or close to it.  It’s warm (some might say hot) and colorful.  So today we have “Green Grass and Dandelions” by Margaret Wise Brown.

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Never has the grass been so green
Bright and green and growing
Never have the dandelions been so yellow
Bright yellow
Constellations
Brave little lions
Suns in the grass

It goes on.  This appeared in the 2002 collection Give Yourself to the Rain, illustrated by Teri L. Weidner, but I’m partial to its inclusion in The Bill Martin Jr. Big Book of Poetry, where this poem is nicely illustrated by Chris Raschka, sans dandelions with facial expressions.

Poetry Friday is at Susan Writes today.  Enjoy the long weekend.

Poetry Friday: “Thank You, Life”
Friday, May 8, 2009 @ 11:11 AM | 5 Comments

Humanism, What’s That? by Helen Bennett (which I reviewed yesterday) has a poetry section near the end.  The poems won’t move you to tears, and they are blunt in some cases (i.e., “I’m Glad I’m Not a Bigot”), but the poems convey the sentiments of the book.

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Probably the best poem is called “Thank You, Life.”  This is the second stanza:

Thank you, Life,
For swings to swing,
For games to play,
For everything.
And when I’m grown
I know I’ll be
Thankful still
That I am me.

I find the capitalization of the word “life” to be curious.  It appears to be an alternative to a thankful prayer; “God” could easily stand in for “Life.”  But you can’t just throw in a placeholder for God and call it Humanist.  So, why capitalize?

I don’t have an answer, but it is an interesting question, don’t you think?

Today’s Poetry Friday roundup is at Picture Book of the Day.

Poetry Friday Kickoff for National Poetry Month 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009 @ 1:11 AM | 58 Comments

Poetry Friday

Happy Poetry Friday, everyone, and Happy National Poetry Month!  Thanks to everyone who has participated.  There’s a lot of great stuff here, so be sure to poke around a bit.

Suzanne from Adventures in Daily Living created a button for this week’s round-up.  Thanks, Suzanne!

Poetry Month Feature Posts

Audio Recordings

  • Just One More Book discusses I Am Small by Sheree Fitch.
  • Susan Writes has a reading of “No Room,” one of the poems in her novel, Hugging the Rock.

National Poetry Month

NaPoWriMo Participants

  • allegro has “Pulling,” written for NaPoWriMo.
  • Black-Eyed Susan’s has a poem written as part of NaPoWriMo, and inspired by a Poetry Asides prompt about outsiders.  It’s called “Dichotomy of Race and Language: A Girl from The Hood.”
  • Nickers and Ink has graduation poetry, written as part of NaPoWriMo.

Original Poems

Others’ Poems, Spring-themed

  • Biblio File has “Loveliest of Trees” by A. E. Housman
  • Carol’s Corner has a spring poem by Kristine O’Connell George.
  • PaperTigers has “Where is Spring?” by Yang-Huan.
  • Shelf Elf has “What the Horses See at Night” by Robin Robertson.
  • The Stenhouse Blog has “Time and the Garden” by Yvor Winters.
  • Stray Thoughts has “Spring” by Robert Frost and “Waiting for Spring” by John Newton.
  • Write Sisters has spring poems—“An altered look about the hills” by Emily Dickinson and “Answer to a Child’s Question” by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

Others’ Poems, General

Reviews, Responses, and Interviews

Those that Resist Categorization

Poetry Friday: Now We Are Six
Friday, March 13, 2009 @ 11:11 AM | 1 Comment

Now that I am the proud mother of a six year old, I figured a verse from Now We Are Six would be appropriate, so here is “The End”:

Christopher Robin on Poetry Friday

When I was One,
I had just begun.

When I was Two,
I was nearly new.

When I was Three,
I was hardly me.

When I was Four,
I was not much more.

When I was Five,
I was just alive.

But now I am Six, I’m as clever as clever,
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.

—A. A. Milne

Poetry Friday is at the Miss Rumphius Effect today.

Poetry Friday: “I Want to Be Your Shoebox”
Friday, February 27, 2009 @ 11:11 AM | No Comments

Cristina García’s tween novel I Wanna Be Your Shoebox (which I reviewed yesterday) took its title from the poem “I Want to Be Your Shoebox” by Catherine Bowman, which appeared in The Best American Poetry 2005.  The poem opens with an epigraph:

“Memphis Minnie’s blues line ‘I want to be your chauffeur’ was miscopied in an early Folkways recording song transcription as ‘I want to be your shoebox.’”

The poem then takes off in a series of lines that begin with “I want to be your…”  Initially the lines rhyme, but—let’s face it—“chauffeur” and “shoebox” don’t share much more than an initial sound.  The rhymes relax, and then the structure starts to vary.  Here are some of the best bits:

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I want to be your moonlit estuary
I want to be your day missing in February
I want to be your floating dock dairy

[ . . . ]

I want to be your cheap hotel
I want to be your lipstick by Chanel
I want to be your secret passage

All written in Braille.  I want to be
All the words you can’t spell
I want to be your International

House of Pancakes.  I want to be your reel after reel
Of rough takes.

Read the whole poem here.

So.  Hands up if you know what a “floating dock dairy” is.  Well, I didn’t know.  Luckily, there is a “contributors’ notes and comments” section at the end of the Best American Poetry anthology.  Bowman explains that it is “an anchored wooden raft in the middle of a beautiful lake, probably in Vermont or upstate New York, that you can swim out to in July and have homemade ice cream.”

But here’s some poetry of a different sort:  the comment in the “contributors’ notes” section for the poem, this poem that is based on an error in transcription, actually has the line written (twice!) as “floating dock diary.”  For serious.  Just do a quick Google book search for “floating dock diary” and you’ll see what I mean.

That is just too perfect.  Don’t tell me that was an accident.  Don’t.  You.  Dare.

Poetry Friday is at Mommy’s Favorite Children’s Books today.

“Tired but glad”: a personal response to Wabi Sabi
Friday, February 13, 2009 @ 11:11 AM | No Comments

Mark Reibstein.  Wabi Sabi.  Illustrated by Ed Young.  Little, Brown and Company Books for Young Readers, 2008.  n.p.  Age 4 and up.

I think, maybe, I could read Wabi Sabi every day for the rest of my life.  As it stands, I read it at least half a dozen times in the one day it came down for cataloging.  My first read through, anxious to see what all the glowing reviews were about, left me enraptured with the art, but uncertain of the story.  Wabi sabi, as a philosophical concept, seemed much more than this one cat’s journey could express.  As someone who uses a flawed understanding of chaos theory as the basis of her life philosophy, things such as impermanence and imperfection hold great significance for me.

Wabi Sabi

When I reopened the book for a second read I saw the note preceding the title page, which tries to define wabi sabi.  This put me at ease.  It’s very significant that this note comes before the story, rather than after (and not just because there’s a lot of end matter already).  We aren’t meant to take the exact same journey as the cat, subsequently spelled out as an afterthought in case we missed the point.  We’re meant to follow her journey with enough preexisting knowledge to understand as things unfold.

Outside of my own little world, wabi sabi is an aesthetic, not a philosophy.  It lives in quiet understatement, which is about the opposite of my tired ramblings.  So.  Here are a pair of haiku, even though I haven’t attempted any such feat of writing since tickets to see Adam West in legitimate theatre were on the line.  (Unfortunately, mine only got an honorable mention, and thus had to pay the $30 for the tickets.  As if I’d let $30 stand between me and Adam West!)  Anyway, here:

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a stain left behind—
a coffee mug, overflown, in
early morning hours.

stillness in motion—
found art—photographs that wait,
that beg to be taken.

Of course, those are completely pointless if you have access to Wabi Sabi right now.  If so—go, grab it, and start by savoring the runny, asymmetrical watercolor backdrop of the title page.  I imagine that’s what inspired the coffee reference.

My actual definition of wabi sabi would be, “the inner desire that motivates people to buy distressed furniture.”  However, purposefully distressed furniture is just about the opposite of wabi sabi, as it has no history; apparently, for most consumers, the wabi sabi desire is defective.

The interesting thing that I did’t notice when I started this post is, the aforementioned poetry contest with the Adam West prize was actually a Valentine’s Day contest.  That was four years ago, and the last time I tried to write a poem of any sort.  So, bonus, for your reading pleasure—the honorable mention:

We bought each other
the same card.  Our love has grown
so comfortable.

Poetry Friday is at Big A little a today.

Wabi Sabi reviews: 
100 Scope Notes | A Fuse #8 Production | Kids Lit | 7-Imp

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