Archive for April, 2017

NaPoReMo #13: We are sailing

April 13, 2017

The Bell Jar: Jo Bell's blog

Cava Island, Orkney

Today’s poem appears in a photo because I can’t do the indents properly in WordPress, and a poem’s appearance is important. The visual and aural content of poetry is part of what distinguishes it from prose. If you centre a poem, leave italics out, change punctuation or line breaks, then you’re changing the decisions made by the writer. So here is today’s poem as it should be seen:

There’s no older tradition in literature than the tale of a journey, drawing parallels between a physical voyage and the journey through life. It was probably one of the reasons for inventing poetry, making a long story memorable through patterns of sound. Even the Odyssey, composed in the Bronze Age, built on an existing tradition of heroic sagas. Andrew Greig’s adventure in Found at Sea, if smaller in scale, is full of salt and adrenaline. It’s a sequence of poems about a short…

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10 Great Literature Quotes about April

April 13, 2017

Source: 10 Great Literature Quotes about April

10 Great Literature Quotes about April

April 13, 2017

Literati Pulp

10 great literature quotes about the month of April.
[Collected by Regina Kenney]


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“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.”
― George Orwell, 1984


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“April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land


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“April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.”
― William Shakespeare, Shakespeare’s Sonnets


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“APRIL this year, not otherwise
Than April of a year ago
Is full of whispers, full of sighs,
Dazzling mud and dingy snow;
Hepaticas that pleased you so
Are here again, and butterflies.”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay


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“Snow in April is abominable,” said Anne. “Like a slap in the face when you expected a kiss.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside


53b1322701379_matsuo_basho“April’s air stirs in
Willow-leaves…a butterfly
Floats and balances”
― Bashō Matsuo


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“But it is…

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Week 232: The Sign-Post, by Edward Thomas

April 7, 2017

Asa disquisition on the journey on which our life takes us, I am much taken with these thoughts of Thomas.

David Sutton

This Sunday, April 9th 1917, marks the 100th anniversary of the death of Edward Thomas, on the first day of the Battle of Arras. I will celebrate it with the first Edward Thomas poem that I ever came across, around the end of the nineteen-fifties. At that time Thomas was still far from having the iconic status among general poetry readers that he now enjoys, and he certainly hadn’t figured in my English teacher’s rather conservative version of the school curriculum, which stopped with that daring modernist Wordsworth (and let us never forget that Wordsworth was a daring modernist). But I fell in love at once with Thomas’s combination of close observation, natural speech rhythms and rueful self-examination.

The Sign-Post

The dim sea glints chill. The white sun is shy,
And the skeleton weeds and the never-dry,
Rough, long grasses keep white with frost
At the hilltop by…

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