Friday, February 8, 2008

Poetry Friday!!!


I've never participated in Poetry Friday before. In part, I think, because I didn't quite understand what it was-- being new to the kidlitosphere and all. And also because poetry is my "other life" and in my head, I talk about it too much already.

But today I got the reminder for poetry friday, and found I wanted to play too!

Today, two offerings--

First, a link to a litmag that might be of interest to kidlitters: The Fairy Tale Review. This is very much a magazine of contemporary adult work, but all of it is in some way involved with the fairy tale as form/ idea/ fodder. take a look!

And second, the Yeats poem my father read me every night when I was little:


The Song of a Wandering Aengus

I WENT out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

11 comments:

Tricia said...

Hi Laurel,
These are lovely. I'm so glad you shared them (and joined us today).

To be sure folks find their way to you, make your way to AmoXcalli and leave a link to your post.
http://ginasblogging.blogspot.com/

Each week when you post a poem, you need to make your way to the host's site and let them know you're participating. Kelly at Big A little a has a list of hosts through April in the sidebar of her blog.

I hope this helps, and once again, welcome!

jama said...

Love the Yeats poem, and also all the wonderful old books in your sidebar! What a neat blog :).

Laurel said...

Thanks, guys! I'm loving Poetry Friday.

xoLaurel

TadMack said...

What a great picture of Yeats, too! I love that your Dad told you this poem when you were small.

Sara said...

Yea! You joined in!

Your dad read you Yeats? Every night? Wow.

Thanks for the Fairy Tale Review. I'm off to check it out...

Laurel said...

My dad also sang me Leonard Cohen's "Story of Isaac" before bed. Which, if you don't know it, is NOT a bedtime song. He read me those fairy poems too, where kids disappear. The Stolen Child. Up the Airy Mountain. Etc.

My dad is weird.

"His ax was blunt and bloody"

Liz in Ink said...

Old with wandering??? Don't you just love that??? Glad you joined today!

Erin said...

Looooove that poem.

Cloudscome said...

This poem always reminds me of Ray Bradbury, who I read more than Yeats when I was young. ;) Glad you joined us for Friday Poetry! I look forward to reading your blog more.

Laurel said...

You guys are all so great! And I'm delighted to discover your blogs!

Fairy Tale Review said...

Thanks for the nice mention, and great blog! You might be interested in The Girl in The Castle inside The Museum, Fairy Tale Review editor Kate Bernheimer's children's book which is being published this month by Random House.