10: words on a page

img_2300I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.Emily Dickinson

Poetry (in image) by Emily Dickinson

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(Q) Quatrain

photo-1429277005502-eed8e872fe52A quatrain is a four-line stanza that can be rhymed or unrhymed. There are different types of quatrains, such as the alternating quatrain (rhymed abab) or the envelope quatrain (rhymed abba). I chose the Emily Dickinson poem, “Have You Got a Brook in Your Little Heart (IX)” as a sample…

 

 
Have you got a brook in your little heart,
Where bashful flowers blow,
And blushing birds go down to drink,
And shadows tremble so?
 
And nobody knows, so still it flows,
That any brook is there,
And yet your little draught of life
Is daily drunken there.
 
Why, look out for the little brook in March,
When the rivers overflow,
And the snows come hurrying from the fills,
And the bridges often go.
 
And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows parching lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life,
Some burning noon go dry!

 

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(C) Cento

A literary collage, or patchwork poem, the cento is a poetic form that is created by combining lines of poetry from one or more poets. The end of the poem The Wasteland by T.S. Eliot can be classified as a cento.

I decided to create a cento using lines of poetry from Tulips by Sylvia Plath and Hope is the Thing with Feathers by Emily Dickinson. These poems and tones are so very different from one another, but they are two of my favorite poets. A mix of melancholy and hope…

Hope is the thing with feathers – that perches in the soul –
Stupid pupil, it has to take everything in
 
I’ve heard it in the chillest land – and on the strangest sea –
And comes from a country far away as health
 
The water I taste is warm and salt, like the sea,
That kept so many warm –
 
They are subtle: they seem to float, though they weigh me down,
And never stops – at all –

Read more about the centoSylvia Plath, or Emily Dickinson.

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Last call

The bartender will shout
last call,
one last chance
to enjoy the sweetness,
the high,
of one more

Emily D. wrote,
that hazel eyes,
are like the sherry
in the glass
that the guest leaves
at evening’s end

Intoxicated, warm
and woozy, on love
I’ll clumsily fall
to you, drink you,
until there is nothing
left in the glass

Just in time,
your kind spirit
will save me,
keep me warm
when life gets cold
at each evening’s end

The bartender will shout
last call,
one last chance
to enjoy the sweetness,
the high,
of one more

 

By Jennifer A. Fifield

Poetry Beyond All Praise – No. 8

Antique Typewriter Qwerty IXa celebration of great poets during april’s national poetry month

 

 

 

 

Hope is the Thing with Feathers – XXXII
by Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

 

See full list of poems on My Favorite Poets