Elise's comments (member since Jan 06, 2008)

Elise's comments from the ¡ POETRY ! group.

Thanks so much for all of your suggestions, they are wonderful. I've been coming back and reading them and have just been so busy I never got around to replying.

As it happens, I did find our poem of choice randomly in a book one day. We have been told by numerous people that our sweetness together is something really special to see, and we have very playful relationship. So, this seemed abundantly appropriate:

A LOVELY SONG FOR JACKSON - V.R. Lang

If I were a seaweed at the bottom of the sea,
I'd find you, you'd find me.
Fishes would see us and shake their heads
Approvingly from their submarine beds.
Crabs and sea horses would bid us glad cry,
And sea anemone smile us by.
Sea gulls alone would wing and make moan,
Wondering, wondering, where we had gone.

If I were an angel and lost in the sun,
You would be there, and you would be one.
Birds that few high enough would find us and sing
Gladder to find us than for anything,
And clouds would be proud of us, light everywhere
Would clothe us gold gaily, for dear and for fair.
Trees stretching skyward would see us and smile,
And all over heaven we'd laugh for a while.
Only the fishes would search and make moan,
Wondering, wondering, where we had gone.

Hi all,

I'm getting married in a couple months and for favors we would like to have cards printed up with photo/date and a love poem.

Unfortunately, poetry hound that I am...love poems have never really been my thing, so I'm having a hard time finding something I like. I don't want anything super traditional that everyone has heard a million times (i.e. "How do I love thee","Grow old along with me", etc.).

Anyone know anything good that's a little off the beaten path?

I'm with rinabeana on Edna St. Vincent Millay (her biography Savage Beauty is amazing too). My two favorite of hers.

God's World

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
Thy mists, that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!
Long have I known a glory in it all,
But never knew I this:
Here such as a passion is
As stretcheth me apart,-Lord, I do fear
Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year;
My soul is all but out of me, - let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.


On Thought in Harness

My falcon to my wrist
Returns
From no high air.
I sent her toward the sun that burns
Above this mist;
But she has not been there.

Her talons are not cold; her beak
Is closed upon no wonder;
Her head stinks of its hood, her feathers reek
Of me, that quake at the thunder.

Degraded bird, I give you back your eyes forever, ascend now
whither you are tossed;
Forsake this wrist, forsake this rhyme;
Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost,
But climb.