Contributor post by Michelle of EviesToolEmporium
April is National Poetry Month. Inaugurated by the Academy of American Poets in 1996, National Poetry Month, held every April, is the largest literary celebration in the world with schools, publishers, libraries, booksellers, and poets celebrating poetry’s vital place in our culture.
Today members of the Christmas In July team share their favorite poems.
“Do what you have to, to be happy in this life.”
Bridges of Madison County
“Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.”
“Easter 1916” by William Butler Yeats
“For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;”
Andrew Marvell’s to his coy mistress
“Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?”
The Tyger by William Blake.
“Wi’ sma’ to sell, and less to buy,
Aboon distress, below envy,
O wha wad leave this humble state,
For a’ the pride of a’ the great?
Amid their flaring, idle toys,
Amid their cumbrous, dinsome joys,
Can they the peace and pleasure feel
Of Bessy at her spinning-wheel?”
Bess and Her Spinning Wheel
Quoth the Raven
“The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”
“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost
“When you’re up against a trouble, Meet it squarely, face to face; Lift your chin and set your shoulders, Plant your feet and take a brace.”
“See It Through” by Edgar Albert Guest
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY
“Till my soul is full of longing
For the secret of the sea,
And the heart of the great ocean
Sends a thrilling pulse through me.”
“Secrets of the Sea” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
“it was cold when you left this morning
hurriedly gathering up your belongings
and snapping on your expensive watch
an early mist had descended opaque white
casting a haunting blanket over the world
a moist cocoon into which you disappeared
leaving me inside
© Dawn Whitehand
Drawing I did for this poem written by myself on 27th Feb 2013!