National Poetry Month

“Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.” – Rita Dove

April is National Poetry Month, and it’s one of the largest literary celebrations in the world. Now is the best time to read some of the wonderfully romantic, thought provoking, and emotionally stirring writing that we cherish and enjoy. The beautifully intense, rhythmic stanzas have been written for thousands of years. The influence of poetry is deeply rooted in mankind, and should be recognized.

I would like to share some of the poems that I love.

Are you familiar with any of them?

 

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night – Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

The Good Marrow – John Donne

 

A Gift To Bring You- Rumi 

You have no idea how hard I’ve looked for a gift to bring You.

Nothing seemed right.

What’s the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the ocean.

Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient.

It’s no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these.

So I’ve brought you a mirror.

Look at yourself and remember me.

 

Where The Sidewalk Ends- Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

 

The Road Not Taken- Robert Frost

 

I hope you enjoyed reading those beautiful words.

What poem do you like best, or what are your thoughts on any of my favorites?

Feel free to share with me.

 

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