The Copper Beech- Marie Howe
Immense, entirely itself
It wore the yard like a dress
with limbs low enough for me to enter it
and climb the crooked ladder to where
I could lean against the trunk and practice being alone
One day, I heard the sound before I saw it,
rain fell darkening the sidewalk
Sitting close to the center not very high in the branches
I heard it hitting the high leaves and I was happy
Watching it happen without it happening to me
Wow. Any attempt at a review would be woefully inadequate. I don't know how to critically assess the rhythm or rhyme or the feelings the content evokes. When I read poetry, I feel something or I feel everything or I feel nothing.
This poetry haunts. I feel all the feels.
Just finished A Gentleman in Moscow and now for some #readathon palate cleansing with #poetry.
#deweysreadathon
#aprilbookshowers Day23: #poetry
I haven't read much poetry in recent years. These two are on my TBR for 2017.
@RealLifeReading
To better express myself, I'll write this review in the form of haiku:
Love love love love love,
Love love love love love love love.
Love love love love love.
Ages ago, I read a poem that's been haunting me ever since. I couldn't remember where I read it or who wrote it, but it floated in the back of my mind for years. Recently, I was listening to Will Schwalbe's Books for Living and he talked about a collection of poems by Marie Howe and the title was pulling at me... Sure enough, I dug up the collection at the library and the second to last poem was THE POEM I'd been ruminating on for years. 📝❤️
#aprilbookshowers Day4: #muscles
Blurry muscles from off the shelf. Two books I haven't read.
@RealLifeReading
Me: sorry we can't publish your poetry book, no one buys poetry anymore
Me: *spends a frankly baffling amount of money on poetry books*