Since it’s Sunday I want to focus on inspiring things. So the first thing you need to do is go read the poetry Katie at Prime Periwinkle has written and is posting. I’ll wait.
I love the index by author in the book. Sorry it is blurry. (Note to self: Next time you plan a series with mainly images, don’t rely on the cell phone’s camera.)
I love the images of each poet next to their poem. The older men with wonderful beards, the sterner types, the military men, the ladies with their lovely locks, … and the styles run the centuries.
Now I am going to be ornery, and post the opening lines of some of the poems with a link to read more. Because I’m like that. And sometimes I like to allow just a few lines of poetry to roll through my head over and over.
Trees by Sergeant Joyce Kilmer (the book notes he was in the 165th infantry, and was KIA)
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (who died the year my grandmother was born)
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
Horatius at the Bridge by Thomas Babington Macaulay (I just adore long poems that tell a story!)
Lars Porsena of Clusium,
By the nine gods he swore
That the great house of Tarquin
Should suffer wrong no more.
[hear more, because poetry is music]
Have a blessed day!