Thursday, October 6

National Poetry Day.



Today is National Poetry Day - many happy returns!
I bet you thought I'd forget, you would give me your poem and then it'd be really awkward, because I'd have forgotten, and then I'd have to make one up on the the spot and it'd be awful... Well, I thank goodness I remembered!
 
National Poetry day was actually one of my favourite days when I was at school (another favourite was World Book Day, because we got to read/watch/win a load of books and Shakespeare related stuff). With a love of literature and previously being a member of my college's 'Poetry Appreciation Society', I'm sure you won't be surprised to hear that I have an ever-growing collection of poems stored on my computer. As such, I tend to go through phases when it comes to my favourite poem/poet, so my thought is why not share a few?

A fair of amount of research (I googled) suggests that the UK's favourite poet is T.S Eliot , whereas the favourite poem tends to be 'If' by Ruyard Kipling (which I must admit I can't stand, possibly due to the fact that it gets used in a lot of beer adverts).

Whilst studying English Lit for my A-Levels we spent some time on Carol Ann Duffy's book 'The World's Wife' (which I briefly mentioned here) and even longer on War Poetry. The World's Wife  has become one of the few books that I've studied that I still love, even after months of analysing and disecting the text - possibly helped by going to see her read her poems live; as has one of the poems I studied - Suicide in the Trenches by Siegfried Sassoon (which I metioned here). I won't share all of my favourites from The World's Wife as they are a bit long (but you can read them at the links) - The Devil's Wife, Little Red Cap and Demeter - but I thought I'd share this particular one as who better to hear from on Poetry day than Shakespeare's wife (and I'm a bit of a romantic at heart)?

Anne Hathaway 
The bed we loved in was a spinning world
of forests, castles, torchlight, clifftops, seas
where we would dive for pearls. My lover’s words
were shooting stars which fell to earth as kisses
on these lips; my body now a softer rhyme
to his, now echo, assonance; his touch
a verb dancing in the centre of a noun.
Some nights, I dreamed he’d written me, the bed
a page beneath his writer’s hands. Romance
and drama played by touch, by scent, by taste.
In the other bed, the best, our guests dozed on,
dribbling their prose. My living laughing love -
I hold him in the casket of my widow’s head
as he held me upon that next best bed.

This year's theme is Games, because they were far too excited about the London 2012 Olympics to wait an entire year before having it as a theme (perhaps next year's theme will be 'overzealous' or 'impatience').

Is anything happening in your area for National Poetry Day? Do you have a favourite poem/poet?


National Poetry Day (Official Site)

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