Monday, July 18, 2011

I'm not sure what my poem choice says about me...

For this week's #PoetrySummer poem, I'm not actually doing an entire poem. Sue me. I figure since Dan Wells never reads this blog I can pretty much do whatever I want with his little "memorize a poem each week this summer" thing.

Did you read last week's poem? You should. It's one of my favorites and I've always wanted to memorize it. I was grateful for the excuse.

This week I'm going with another work by the Irish poet Seamus Heaney (he wrote last week's poem). I'm only taking a single stanza of it, though, for many reasons that essentially boil down to: this is going to be a busy week and I don't have time.

This poem was written by Heaney about the death of his younger brother, who was killed in an accident.

from Mid-Term Break
Seamus Heaney

Wearing a poppy bruise on the left temple,
He lay in the four foot box as in a cot.
No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.

A four foot box, a foot for every year.

Next week I'll try to pick something less depressing. Guess I'm just in a weird mood lately.

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Robin Weeks said...

I, too, have been picking mainly depressing poems about death. So this week I went with Sick, by Shel Silverstein. That's better, right? She's not dead yet. She's actually faking. :D

Melissa Lemon said...

It says you're obsessed with death, that's all. Just kidding. That is a beautiful, heart-wrenching piece of a poem.


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