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Poetry, 30 Days

Posted on: April 11th, 2012 by Carmela No Comments

 

Stanza. Rhyme. Allegory. Imagery. Motif. These terms are often used by academia to refer to poetry.

But more than anything, a poem expresses one’s most private feelings, secrets and desires.

Across time, poetry has been used for a wide range of purposes.  Aside from being a means of communication between lovers, poetry has been used to tell important stories, as well as to pass down historical and cultural information.

Jamie Moon of Duke University’s The Chronicle writes:

“In a world overflowing with media—flashy images, instant streaming videos, snarky updates in 140 characters or less—poetry may appear a bit outdated. It often requires a greater depth of attention that people think they’ve outgrown. Yet, the subtlety of poetry still remains powerful for many .”

America celebrates National Poetry Month every April. Inaugurated by the Academy of American Poets in 1996, this month brings publishers, booksellers, literary organizations, libraries, schools and poets around the country to celebrate poetry and its vital place in American culture. Thousands of businesses and non-profit organizations participate through readings, festivals, book displays, workshops, and other events.

Credit: Academy of American Poets

Here’s a selection of good finds from Poetry.org, the Academy of American Poets’ website:

-  An animated poem, “The Catch” by A.E. Stallings.

- And a crowdsourced website of people reading their poems out loud.

- Daily inspiration from “A Poem-a-Day”

- How to de-mystify poetry for your students

- And the featured poem, “Our Valley” by Phillip Levine:

We don’t see the ocean, not ever, but in July and August

when the worst heat seems to rise from the hard clay

of this valley, you could be walking through a fig orchard

when suddenly the wind cools and for a moment

you get a whiff of salt, and in that moment you can almost

believe something is waiting beyond the Pacheco Pass,

something massive, irrational, and so powerful even

the mountains that rise east of here have no word for it.

You probably think I’m nuts saying the mountains

have no word for ocean, but if you live here

you begin to believe they know everything.

They maintain that huge silence we think of as divine,

a silence that grows in autumn when snow falls

slowly between the pines and the wind dies

to less than a whisper and you can barely catch

your breath because you’re thrilled and terrified.

You have to remember this isn’t your land.

It belongs to no one, like the sea you once lived beside

and thought was yours. Remember the small boats

that bobbed out as the waves rode in, and the men

who carved a living from it only to find themselves

carved down to nothing. Now you say this is home,

so go ahead, worship the mountains as they dissolve in dust,

wait on the wind, catch a scent of salt, call it our life.

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