The Sun in Poetry
Secrets Secrets infesting my half-sleep… did you enter my wound from another wound brushing mine in a crowd… or did I snare you on my sharper edges as a bird […]
Poetry
Korean Sijo Contest Winners’ Field Trip
Every year my school’s Korean language and culture program, which I coordinate, holds a sijo-writing contest for its 2nd and 3rd Grade students. We define sijo (pronounced “she–jo”) as a three-line poem that
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Parkinson’s Sonnet
I wrote the following sonnet yesterday on the train to see my neurologist. Because if not now, when? Sonnet Suppose I just sit down and pen a poem About what’s
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The Sun in Poetry
Merry Autumn It’s all a farce,—these tales they tell About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o’er field and dell, Because the year is dying. Such principles are most absurd,—
The Sun in Poetry
October-November Indian-summer-sun With crimson feathers whips away the mists,— Dives through the filter of trellises And gilds the silver on the blotched arbor-seats. Now gold and purple scintillate On trees
The Sun in Poetry
Upon the Heights And victor of life and silence, I stood upon the Heights; triumphant, With upturned eyes, I stood, And smiled unto the sun, and sang A beautifully sad
Parkinson’s Sonnet, Year 7
Parkinson’s Sonnet, Year 7 Why am I so tired all the time? I go to bed and get my nightly eight, But all that sleep does not facilitate My feeling
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The Sun in Poetry (Shadow, Lustre)
Sketch The shadows of the ships Rock on the crest In the low blue lustre Of the tardy and the soft inrolling tide. A long brown bar at the dip
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The Sun in Poetry
Warm Summer Sun Warm summer sun, Shine kindly here, Warm southern wind, Blow softly here. Green sod above, Lie light, lie light. Good night, dear heart, Good night, good
The Sun in Poetry
Study Somewhere the long mellow note of the blackbird Quickens the unclasping hands of hazel, Somewhere the wind-flowers fling their heads back, Stirred by an impetuous wind. Some ways’ll All