“Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?”-Alfred, Lord Tennyson (died 6 October 1892)
Poet Anne Sexton died 40 years ago today. In remembrance, here’s a clip of her reading Wanting to Die.
Check out my (magnetic poetry) poem “Lather” on Silver Birch Press’ blog!
Originally posted on Silver Birch Press:
NOTE: Yesterday, we blogged about the Magnetic Poetry Kit and included a link where you could create a magnetic poem online. We also asked people to send us their magnetic poems so we could feature them on our blog. Alicia Austen rose to the occasion and is the first to forward her Magnetic Poetry Kit poem. Thank you Alicia!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Alicia Austen is a writer, editor, and rebel-creative. She currently resides in the Queen City (aka Cincinnati), where she can usually be found drinking tea, listening to punk rock, and reading out-of-print books. Visit her blog at onetrackmuse.com.
“If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week.”-Charles Darwin
My newest bookish treasures…three volumes of The World’s 1000 Best Poems. They cost .75 each from Out of the Closet.
Sir John Suckling, poet and inventor of cribbage, was born on 10 February 1609.
“I prithee send me back my heart,/Since I cannot have thine;/For if from yours you will not part,/Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?”
Happy Birthday, dearest Emily!
FIVE EVERYDAY FACTS ABOUT EMILY DICKINSON:
EMILY ELIZABETH WAS A MIDDLE CHILD, SANDWICHED BETWEEN OLDER BROTHER (WILLIAM) AUSTIN AND YOUNGER SISTER LAVINIA (NORCROSS).
SHE WAS KNOWN FOR HER SIMPLE WARDROBE OF MOSTLY WHITE CLOTHING.
EMILY HAD A PET NEWFOUNDLAND DOG NAMED CARLO.
SHE WAS A GIFTED BAKER.
EMILY WAS A DEDICATED AND WELL-EDUCATED GARDENER.
“I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.”-Emily Dickinson
The Eighth of September by Pablo Neruda
This day, Today, was a brimming glass.
This day, Today, was an immense wave.
This day was all the Earth.
This day, the storm-driven ocean
lifted us up in a kiss
so exalted we trembled
at the lightning flash
and bound as one, fell,
and drowned, without being unbound.
This day our bodies grew
stretched out to Earth’s limits,
orbited there, melded there
to one globe of wax, or a meteor’s flame.
A strange door opened, between us,
and someone, with no face as yet,
waited for us there.