from the Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters:
Petit, the Poet
SEEDS in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick,
Tick, tick, tick, like mites in a quarrel--
Faint iambics that the full breeze wakens--
But the pine tree makes a symphony thereof.
Triolets, villanelles, rondels, rondeaus,
Ballades by the score with the same old thought:
The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished;
And what is love but a rose that fades?
Life all around me here in the village:
Tragedy, comedy, valor and truth,
Courage, constancy, heroism, failure--
All in the loom, and oh what patterns!
Woodlands, meadows, streams and rivers--
Blind to all of it all my life long.
Triolets, villanelles, rondels, rondeaus,
Seeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick, Tick, tick, tick, what little iambics,
While Homer and Whitman roared in the pines?
23 March 2009
Poetry Monday
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3 comments:
Oh, I really, really love that.
Oh I really liked that today!
I love the sound effects (I can hear dried pods in my mind) and the imagery here.
I listened to Garden Spells and liked it. I found another one of S. Addison's and wasn't as charmed. I think it was the idea of the garden and the magic that captured me. It reminded me of Practical Magic.
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