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...In April, in April,
My love went whistling by,
And I stumbled here to my high hill
Along the way of a lie.

Now what should I do in this place
But sit and count the chimes,
And splash cold water on my face
And spoil a page with rhymes?

~ Dorothy Parker , from A Well-Worn Story


"April is in my mistress' face..."

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Poetry Month playlists

April 18, 2010


The trouble with real life is that there's no danger music.

~ Jim Carrey


Tell the Truth
But tell it slant---
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind.

~ Emily Dickinson ~


April is National Poetry Month

Hope is the thing with feathers — That perches in the soul — And sings the tune without the words — And never stops — at all.

~ Emily Dickenson


Celebrate National Poetry Month by listening to Literature for the Halibut, now on Monday evenings on 88.1 KDHX, (available on podcast anytime) and by checking out www.Poets.org.

Poetry In Motion

Charles Bernstein's 1999 article "Against National Poetry Month As Such" is interesting reading.

Find Poetry Online

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The April night is still and sweet
With flowers on every tree;
Peace comes to them on quiet feet,
But not to me.

My peace is hidden in his breast
Where I shall never be;
Love comes to-night to all the rest,
But not to me.

~ Sara Teasdale



"April is the cruelest month..."

To celebrate National Poetry Month, Lotsa A Cappella featured songs with "poetic" lyrics. We played songs written by:


Quote Garden: On Poetry



"The crown of literature is poetry. It is its end and aim. It is the sublimest activity of the human mind. It is the achievement of beauty and delicacy. The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes."

~ Somerset Maugham


VALENTINES

Forgive me if I have not sent you
a valentine
but I thought you knew
that you already have my heart
Here take the space where my heart goes
I give that to you too

~ Henry Dumas


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She always knows the tune on the radio dial
She always wears her threads metropolitan style
She always calls ahead when she hasn't the time to make it
A jump for Miles, a jump for Miles
And now the joint is jumpin'...

~ words & music by Robert Kraft


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Sit quietly, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself.

~ Zen saying


BLUE MOON, you saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own.

Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for,
You heard me saying a prayer for
Someone I really could care for.

And then there suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms could ever hold.
I heard somebody whisper "Please adore me"
And when I looked the moon had turned to gold.

Blue moon, now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own.

~ words and music by Richard Rodgers and Lorenz Hart

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...Those who have died have never left
The dead are not under the earth
They are in the rustling trees
They are in the groaning woods
They are in the crying grass
They are in the moaning rocks

Listen more often to things than to beings
Listen more often to things than to beings
'Tis the ancestors' breath when the fire's voice is heard
'Tis the ancestors' breath in the voice of the waters...

~ words adapted from Birago Diop; music by Ysaye Maria Barnwell


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To Daffodils

Fair daffodils, we weep to see
     You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
     Has not attain’d his noon.
         Stay, stay
     Until the hasting day
        Has run
     But to the evensong;
And, having pray’d together, we
     Will go with you along.

We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
         We die
     As your hours do, and dry
         Away
     Like to the summer’s rain;
Or as the pearls of morning’s dew,
     Ne’er to be found again.

     ~ Robert Herrick

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If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.

~ William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night




The April rain, the April rain,
Comes slanting down in fitful showers,
Then from the furrow shoots the grain,
And banks are fledged with nestling flowers;
And in grey shawl and woodland bowers
The cuckoo through the April rain
Calls once again.

~ Mathilde Blind




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I can hear her heart beat for a thousand miles
And the heavens open every time she smiles
And when I come to her that's where I belong
Yet I'm running to her like a river's song
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love...

~ words & music by Van Morrison


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in Just-

in Just-
spring       when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman whistles
     far     and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
spring
when the world is puddle-wonderful
the queer
old balloonman whistles
far      and     wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
it's
spring
and
       the
             goat-footed
balloonMan         whistles
far
and
wee

     ~ e.e. cummings


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To An Early Daffodil

Thou yellow trumpeter of laggard Spring!
   Thou herald of rich Summer’s myriad flowers!
   The climbing sun with new recovered powers
Does warm thee into being, through the ring
Of rich, brown earth he woos thee, makes thee fling
   Thy green shoots up, inheriting the dowers
   Of bending sky and sudden, sweeping showers,
Till ripe and blossoming thou art a thing
   To make all nature glad, thou art so gay;
To fill the lonely with a joy untold;
   Nodding at every gust of wind to-day,
To-morrow jewelled with raindrops. Always bold
   To stand erect, full in the dazzling play
Of April’s sun, for thou hast caught his gold.

     ~ Amy Lowell


 


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