Today is Day 21 of the March Slice of Life – the daily writing challenge hoted at “Two Writing Teachers”
Today is also World Poetry Day. I have always loved reading poetry. I am often moved by the words written by poets. Reading the psalms or the beatitudes has always moved me. I suppose I have always loved Shakespeare for his poetry. Many of his soliloquies are so powerful. I still remember several I memorized in high school.
“To be or not to be…”
“The quality of mercy is not strained..”
“To thine own self be true..”
Using poetry in our schools is important. I loved using poetry often to encourage children to write.
Here is a quote about the benefits of poetry from a very interesting article
“Poetry should have a central place in all of our lives, not only for the aesthetic pleasure it affords, but also for its ability to awaken our senses, connect us with ourselves and others, and lead us to think in synthesizing ways, as required by its use of the language of metaphor.”
I have never written much poetry. I tend to write stories or essays in response to situations. The 30 Word Thursday challenge I have taken part in has been enjoyable.
This morning I read the poetry excerpts that Amanda Patterson included in her post today and many of her favourites are mine as well. Here are a few that I could reread often, that stir my soul:
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes…
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.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune in heard
on a distant hill
for the caged bird
sings for freedom
And a couple of my favourites not on her list”
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
What are your favourite poems?