#PoetryMatters Day 9: #Twilight
A little poetry for #HYGEEHOURREADATHON
One of my favorites 🤍 rather soothing, her words always just hit right. 🤍
I enjoyed these poems and Sara Teasdale‘s style. The introduction mentioned that it was a bit old-fashioned for the early 20th century, but I quite enjoyed it for whatever time it was in. Definitely an overall melancholy tone and a lot of repeated themes. She really loved the month of April, the star Arcturus, and Sappho. I liked 48 of the poems. Pictured is one of them.
Finished my current slow poetry read this morning. Spending the last 5 weeks with these 200 pages was like coming home. This made me cry, but it‘s is one of those volumes I‘ll be rereading all my life. #MarvellousMarch @Andrew65
With a windchill of -10 🥶💨 I‘m resolved to ignore everything I ought to be doing and stay in my blanket nest. I easily have enough books here to last until spring, so the necessities are covered.
I can‘t say I usually get too excited about bookplates, but I just noticed the one in my current used volume of poetry for the first time and it‘s so epic! It‘s really giving me a sense of the personality of the previous owner.
💙🦋 a favorite I‘m celebrating during poetry month !
I‘ve wanted this version of her poems for years!!! Booksale find! Score!
I Shall Not Care
WHEN I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Tho' you should lean above me broken-hearted,
I shall not care.
I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful
When rain bends down the bough,
And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
Than you are now.
As a teenager this was my go to....
ACK the trials of being 13 #poetry
Also grateful there were no computers no internet no cell phones etc etc
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️!! I took my time reading this book of poems. Some of them were so lovely that I read them multiple times, often finding myself mouthing the lines as I read. She was so sad for so much of the time, but the poems she left behind are achingly beautiful and haunting. Highly recommended!
The photo is of a sketch I did last night. I‘ve been practicing, because I would really like to be good at sketching. With practice, it‘s possible! :)
This isn‘t the version that I own, as mine is older and longer, but it‘s the closest I could get. I‘m really enjoying these poems a great deal. I read somewhere once that Sara Teasdale was a poet‘s poet, and I like that description of her, but I think that a lot of poetry lovers would enjoy her poems. She is definitely underrated. #poetry
These are my stats for 2019. I fell two books short of reaching my goal. Everything went into crisis mode when my husband was hit by a car the week before Thanksgiving. I never want to find out he‘s in the emergency room alone ever again. When I got the text, I couldn‘t allow myself to feel. Autopilot was the only way to function. He‘s healing, but it‘s been a brutal six weeks. Looking forward to a calmer 2020.
This poem has some of the most beautiful lines I‘ve ever read. “You are my deepening skies, / Give me your stars to hold.” Thought it was appropriate for the #peace prompt. #quotsy #quotsydec17
"I may not sorrow for I saw the light,
Tho' I shall walk in valley ways for long,
I still shall hear the echo of the song,-
My life is measured by its one great height.
Joy holds more grace than pain can ever give,
And by my glimpse of joy my soul shall live.