I'm so glad you included 'Refugee' by Emily Dickinson at the beginning of this post. I read a poem by Emily every single day - so, today, I'll read this one. I'm also glad to see 'This Land Is Your Land' by Woody Guthrie included here. I have always considered this great hymn of freedom, equality and fraternity to be America's true national anthem because it embodies everything a great democracy truly stands for. These are very timely poems indeed for the day that's in it. Happy 4th of July!
This collection has some of my favourite poets from the golden age of poetry. I was surprised to find Matthew Arnold (one of my most revered ones). Of course this list would have been incomplete without Owen. I am familiar with your own pieces here, Mike. I discovered Mr. Merill through Borderless Journal. Glad he made the list. Also, I was absolutely captivated my Smith's sonnet; flawless metre and unique rhymes!
Personally, I'd rather see Tweety fly out the window. I can see him flapping his little hands frenetically trying to stay aloft, but descending, nonetheless, like a dropped pumpkin.
I'm so glad you included 'Refugee' by Emily Dickinson at the beginning of this post. I read a poem by Emily every single day - so, today, I'll read this one. I'm also glad to see 'This Land Is Your Land' by Woody Guthrie included here. I have always considered this great hymn of freedom, equality and fraternity to be America's true national anthem because it embodies everything a great democracy truly stands for. These are very timely poems indeed for the day that's in it. Happy 4th of July!
I'm glad you liked those selections. Both very timely with the Nov. election nearing.
Yes, very timely indeed.
This collection has some of my favourite poets from the golden age of poetry. I was surprised to find Matthew Arnold (one of my most revered ones). Of course this list would have been incomplete without Owen. I am familiar with your own pieces here, Mike. I discovered Mr. Merill through Borderless Journal. Glad he made the list. Also, I was absolutely captivated my Smith's sonnet; flawless metre and unique rhymes!
Shamik, I'm glad you liked those poems and thanks for taking the time to comment.
How We Landed South of Paradise
Polly wanta cracker, Tweety asked,
and Polly did.
No parrot feels too overtasked
to speak as bid.
If Tweety becomes president again, freedom of speech may fly out the window.
Personally, I'd rather see Tweety fly out the window. I can see him flapping his little hands frenetically trying to stay aloft, but descending, nonetheless, like a dropped pumpkin.
I hope your image proves prophetic.
No parachute allowed either--only flapping hands to defy gravity. Better chance that way of making America Great Again.
Yes, no parachute allowed. Just a losing battle between gravity and those tiny flapping baby fingers.
No safety net either, unless it's got enuf bounce to to it launch him beyond the ionosphere.