Friday, February 8, 2008
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.