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Enga mellom Fjella  Sentinel Marked as if you own me I bow before the Bitterroots and just like you my rocky soil, my withered grass lays prey to the empty sky. © Kåre Enga 2007 "Sentinel"   Reader's Choice of Poems: "'heart's home'" "Where grows the compost heap" "In search of Iris" "At three" "Starbeams on Tulsa" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" :"Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Doing and don'ting. A scene in 2nd person." "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "Half-naked dreams? 'Getting the stain out of genes!" "Il pleure (poem). We R puddle-luscious, aujourd'hui." FACES     PLACES            Kåre  Enga~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
Have you ever asked someone what their favorite poem is? It's not as easy as you would think for them to name an author and a poem with the reason why. One of mine is Marge Piercy's The Moon is Always Female. I was trying to understand women in general. Please recommend a couple to us and why. 💙 Carly  made me do this!  As I told her:"Joyce Kilmer's "I think that I shall never see, a poem lovely as a tree..." From my childhood. And all the haiku of Basho, Buson and Issa I was raised on. Reading poems by Costa Rican teenagers today, Utopia. I like my "I, Katrina" poem, but Patricia Smith in "34" gives each person a voice. #18 is hard... Trees by Joyce Kilmer I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/12744/trees Why this poem? It's the first I can remember! Plus, I loved my elm tree. I was awed by trees more than poetry! Children learn what they are exposed to. My favorite book was poetry and images from Japan. Silly little poems ... but ... they spoke to me. I've known haiku all my life (at least the English translation and versions). When I visited Japan in 2015 it was as if I understood. Because I did. When I saw old plum trees... I knew. In my poem "I, Katrina" I give voice to the storm. In "34" Patricia Smith gives voice to 34 residents of a nursing home that drowned. Very powerful voices. Giving voice ... that's what many of us do. |
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