Monday 25 January 2016

Poetry

Do you know, I've wanted to make a post about poetry for a while now, and Burns Night seems a very good time to do so. Poetry has been a constant thread which runs through my life, and I love it very much. However, I'm aware that for many people the mention of poetry induces a big yawn or a groan and I'm never quite sure why. Perhaps it's an association it with pretentious, posing types prancing around waiting for inspiration to strike, or because of a bad experience at school with the way it was taught. Some poems do make you work hard to understand them, that's true, but for me they can capture an idea in a way that's often instantly recognisable and makes you say 'yes, I get that' or 'I've felt that too'. They can also take you to another place and time, and tell you a story or weave a spell. Let me take you on a journey through my own favourites.


The first poems I can remember are the nursery rhymes I learnt when I was tiny. Rhythmic and catchy, they were songs too, and I can remember my mum and dad reciting lines of poems of their favourite poems. They both left school at 14 but have always had a love of learning, and have always been interested in things. They taught me Wordsworth's 'Daffodils' when I was quite little, and I loved to imagine those jolly lakeside flowers 'fluttering and dancing in the breeze'. I can remember drawing bright yellow pictures of them.


Later on at junior school I discovered Walter de la Mare's 'Silver' when we had to copy it out for handwriting practice. I loved the idea that the moon could magically turn everything to silver:
'Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon'.



As I moved into my teenage years I consumed poetry. In those pre-internet days I borrowed library books and copied out poems from them into my own notepads in tiny writing. I also kept copious diaries full of my own thoughts (I'm so glad they no longer exist!). I had lots of favourite poems and poets at this time, especially the Romantics like Shelley, Keats and Byron, and others like W B Yeats.
I fell in love with his poem 'The Lake Isle of Innisfree' in which he dreams of escaping the city and living contentedly on an island, where he would build a little cabin:
'Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade'.


At A-level, I discovered more amazing poets like Ted Hughes. His poem 'The Thought Fox' is a description of his experience of writer's block which is resolved by the arrival of a fox:
I imagine this midnight moment's forest
Something else is alive
Beside the clock's loneliness
And these blank pages where my fingers move'

 The fox steps stealthily out of the dark, snowy forest and inspires him to write: 'across clearings, an eye, a widening, deepening greenness'.


I also encountered Thomas Hardy at this time, and loved his wintry poem 'The Darkling Thrush'. He perfectly captures the frosty bleakness of a grey December afternoon:
'The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires'.


A winter theme re-appears in Hardy's 'Snow in the Suburbs'. His words capture the soft, muffling sound of snow, and describes how it gathers on branches: 
'Every branch big with it,
Bent every twig with it;
Every fork like a white web-foot;
Every street and pavement mute'.


I like poets who are inventive with language. In his poem 'Pied Beauty' Gerald Manley-Hopkins praises 'dappled things' in delightfully playful words:
'Skies as couple-colour as a brinded cow...
Fresh fire-coal chestnut-falls: finches' wings'.


Dylan Thomas is someone whose skill with words I've long admired. His 'Poem in October' speaks to me as my birthday is also in October, and in it he recounts the summers of his childhood:
 'A springful of larks in a rolling
Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling
Blackbirds...
Streamed again a wonder of summer
With apples
Pears and red currants'.


After college I was lucky enough to do a degree in English Literature at university and spent 3 years studying lots of writers and writing, although poetry remained close to my heart. I met P there, and I got to know Shakespeare better, especially his sonnets. My favourite is Sonnet 116 in which he describes the constancy of love:
'Love is not love 
Which alters when it alteration finds...
it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken'.


You'll have noticed that my favourite poems are often about nature, as I'm fascinated by flowers, countryside and the seasons. But I really enjoy poets who write about relationships and life's events too. While my children were growing up I started to discover poets who were new to me. Wendy Cope in 'After The Lunch' captures a moment in an everyday, ordinary, but very touching way:

'On Waterloo Bridge where we said our goodbyes,
The weather conditions bring tears to my eyes.
 I wipe them away with a black woolly glove
And try not to notice I've fallen in love.'


Maya Angelou really caught my attention with her powerful and joyful poem 'Phenomenal Woman' which celebrates just being female:
'I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.'


I now work in the English department of a secondary school and have discovered poets like Simon Armitage. I've been reading his translation of 'Gawain and the Green Knight' which is a rip-roaring 14th century poem that I studied at university, a medieval tale of chivalry and adventure. His translation is beautiful and glittering, and transports us to a time and place where knights, ladies and mythical creatures co-exist.



Imtiaz Dharker is a poet I've recently begun to read too. In her sensual poem 'How To Cut a Pomegranate', she conjures up wonderfully exotic images:
'The juice tasted of gardens
I had never seen, voluptious
with myrtle, lemon, jasmine,
and alive with parrot's wings'.


Finally, as it's the 257th anniversary of the birth of celebrated Scottish poet Robert Burns, the last word belongs to him. I'll finish with one of his most famous poems, 'A Red, Red Rose':

'My Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
My Luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune'.


I really hope you've found my poetic wanderings interesting, and not too boring, and I'd love to know if you enjoy poetry too. If you do, do you have a favourite? I'd love to hear.
See you soon x

18 comments:

  1. With Four Weddings and a Funeral it's become a bit of a cliche now, but I really like Auden's Funeral Blues. I always really enjoy your snippets of poetry - they inspire me far more than my Eng Lit O'level lessons ever did. Happy Burn's Night. xx

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    1. Thank you, that's lovely to hear! Yes, that is such a moving poem, and no matter how many times I watch it I always cry.
      Cathy x

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  2. What a brilliant post, poetry is so incredibly powerful isn't it. Such art in putting the right words together in the right order. You have mentioned my favourite, The Darkling Thrush, I love it. It puts me right there in the winter countryside. I always think of the line "The tangled bine-stems scored the sky" in winter when the leaves have fallen. My other half likes John Betjeman, Indoor Games at Newbury and a Subaltern's Love Song always raise a smile. I love Shakespeare's sonnets as well, magical. You have reminded me, I should make a little more time for poetry. CJ xx

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    1. Me too - I was thinking of that line when I took the photo of the honeysuckle stems through the window! 'A Subaltern's Love Song' is brilliant and Miss Joan Hunter-Dunn an inspired creation.
      Cathy x

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  3. I have always loved poetry too, my Mum was a teacher and had books of it that she would read out to her classes and to me, but they tended to be funny poems to catch children's imaginations. I think my favourite poem is "Macavity" by T S Eliot, but I used to hoot with laughter at "When Daddy Fell into the Pond" by Alfred Noyes (and so did my girls) and at "Colonel Fazackerley Butterworth-Toast" by Charles Causley. Sadly, if you mention the word "poem" to my eldest daughter now, she shudders and says "Ugh, Wilfred Owen", which is a shame xx

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    1. How lovely! T S Eliot's poems are fantastic, and I haven't heard of the other two poems - I shall definitely look them up. I do like a funny poem!
      Cathy x

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  4. As a child I quietly loved poetry and right through my teenage years I did too - but not 'openly' due to being perceived as odd. I have just realised that my love of poetry seems to have faded - hmmm, time to rekindle me thinks! Thanks for the nudge :)

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    1. You're welcome! I know what you mean about seeming odd. I get all sorts of funny reactions when I tell people I like poetry. It's a shame it gets such a bad press. Hope you enjoy becoming reacquainted with it :)
      Cathy x
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  5. It's the essence crammed into just a few words that fascinates. x

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    1. Yes, I do agree. Poets have to be economical and pick just the right words, don't they?
      Cathy x

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  6. At school I hated poetry but have found a love for it since. My favourite piem is Alfred Lord Tennyson's The Lady of Shalott, so mystical and magical, I love it:)
    Jillxo

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    1. Ooh yes, magical indeed and quite hypnotic. I like the shivering aspens and the crack'd mirror - brilliant!
      Cathy x

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  7. I love poetry although I Must confess I don't understand all of it. In particular I enjoy poems about the countryside and the seasons. The Darkling Thrush is a particular favourite. One I remember and love from my school days was Meg Merrilees by Keats and of course I love Wordsworth's Daffodils. Leisure by W.H. Davies is another that I sit and read if I am feeling down for any reason, although I can recite it without looking at the words, it never fails to lift the spirits. Poetry is so powerful isn't it. xx

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    1. I like your choices. Keats is a lovely poet, and I like 'Leisure' too. You're clever to have committed it to memory, and I agree that poems can comfort and console as well as energise.
      Cathy x

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  8. Wordsworth daffodils is the first poem I remember from my school days. I had Tennyson had O levels and loved the Lady of Shalott, and the horror of Charge of the Light Brigade. I have recently started reading more poems and will follow the recommendations above. I was introduced to Wendy Cope's poems a my nephews wedding. Sarah x

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    1. I like Tennyson too, and funnily enough we were looking at 'The Charge of the Light Brigade' in school today. I hope you enjoy exploring new poems - there are so many good ones to choose from.
      Cathy x

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  9. With the invites to Burns Suppers this week I have found myself wandering around with To A Mouse going round in my head which I learned at school. Alloway, where Burns was born, isn't far from me and is a lovely place I visit often. My Mum used to recite Wordsworth's Daffodils too. Hx

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    1. I've never been to a Burns supper - it sounds fun. I'd like to go to Alloway one day. We haven't been to Scotland for a few years, but it's on my list of places to visit. Hope you enjoyed Burns Night!
      Cathy x

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