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The Witches’ Spell
|Act IV, Scene 1 from Macbeth (1606) by William Shakespeare|
1 WITCH. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.
Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art –
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
by John Keats (from The Last Sonnet)
In a Station of the Metro
by Ezra Pound
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet black bough.
From “Walking” by Henry David Thoreau
“So we saunter toward the Holy Land, till one day the sun shall shine more brightly than ever he has done, shall perchance shine into our minds and hearts, and light up our whole lives with a great awakening light, as warm and serene and golden as on a bankside in autumn.”
A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape and significance of the universe, helps to extend everyone’s knowledge of himself and the world around him.
– Quotation by Dylan Thomas
I am Vertical by Sylvia Plath
But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one’s longevity and the other’s daring.
Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them–
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once,
and the flowers have time for me.
A fine night at the Poet House in Evansville, Indiana.
The Third Tuesday Night Poetry reading is hosted by
Bill Sovern (Larry on accordian). Tonight’s poets included
Rusty White Smiddy and
the music of Cameron Hall and Jean Ann Kizer
The unforgettable Shakespeare’s Monkey