Writers of Poetry forum: A Poetry reading 03/08/10
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|But look forward to learning more about He has a website here He will also have a cd soon.He is a Published poet and author. The CD, Wild Joy Released, with sacred musical accompaniment by Tom Jacobs is complete! Anticipated availability for orders is March 12, 2010! The radio station you will be able to hear
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|Whew!! Glad you got a new one.
the old one was getting Long
Warm outside and I gotta get outside to do some
work, Yeah Haw!!!!
|Enjoy the outside...take your camera!!|
|eading by Dorianne Laux
THE GEORGIA REVIEW AND THE GEORGIA POETRY CIRCUIT PROUDLY PRESENT A READING BY DORIANNE LAUX
The Georgia Review, the renowned literary quarterly published from the University of Georgia since 1947, and the Georgia Poetry Circuit, a consortium of colleges and universities across the state that cooperates in bringing nationally-recognized poets to Athens and elsewhere three times a year, are pleased to announce the first of this year's events: a reading by acclaimed poet Dorianne Laux. The reading will begin at 7pm on Friday, November 13 at Ciné, 234 West Hancock Avenue in downtown Athens. The event is free and open to the public. UGA instructor and poet Heather Cousins will be the opening reader.
Dorianne Laux was born in Augusta, Maine, in 1952. She worked as a sanatorium cook, a gas station manager, a maid, and a donut holer before receiving a B.A. in English from Mills College in 1988. She is the author of Facts About the Moon (W. W. Norton 2005), which was a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award. Her other collections include Smoke (BOA Editions, 2000); What We Carry (1994), also a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award; and Awake (1990), which was nominated for the San Francisco Bay Area Book Critics Award for Poetry.
Of Laux's work, poet Tony Hoagland has said, "Her poems are those of a grown American woman, one who looks clearly, passionately, and affectionately at rites of passage, motherhood, the life of work, sisterhood, and especially sexual love, in a celebratory fashion." Among her awards are a Pushcart Prize and a fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts. She now lives, with her husband, poet Joseph Millar, in Raleigh, North Carolina, where she serves among the faculty at North Carolina State University's MFA Program.
Heather Cousins lives in Monroe, Georgia. She holds an M.A. from Johns Hopkins University and a Ph.D. from the University of Georgia's creative writing program. Her first book, Something in the Potato Room, won the 2009 Kore Press First Book Competition. She has poems published or forthcoming in The Yalobusha Review, Alehouse, and The Country Dog Review. One of her poems has recently been nominated for a 2010 Pushcart prize.
By Dorianne Laux
Someone spoke to me last night,
told me the truth. Just a few words,
but I recognized it.
I knew I should make myself get up,
write it down, but it was late,
and I was exhausted from working
all day in the garden, moving rocks.
Now, I remember only the flavor--
not like food, sweet or sharp.
More like a fine powder, like dust.
And I wasn't elated or frightened,
but simply rapt, aware.
That's how it is sometimes--
God comes to your window,
all bright light and black wings,
and you're just too tired to open it.
|I love it. Was Great!!! Know the feeling.|
|That was beautiful.|
|Connecting Readers with Writers|
|Wonderful! Thanks for sharing her poem Robin.
Want more of Dorianne? Here's a link: http://webdelsol.com/LITARTS/laux/
|Here is her website too http://www.doriannelaux.com/|
|Joy comes to our daily walks [url= http://cubits.org/awate/thread/view/12908/#new_post ]click here[/url] she shared a picture where Lord Byron is from. Here are a couple of Lord Byrons poems and a link to a web site of his poetry http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/lord_byron/poems
She Walks In Beauty by Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
To A Lady by Lord Byron
O! had my Fate been join'd with thine,
As once this pledge appear'd a token,
These follies had not, then, been mine,
For, then, my peace had not been broken.
To thee, these early faults I owe,
To thee, the wise and old reproving:
They know my sins, but do not know
'Twas thine to break the bonds of loving.
For once my soul, like thine, was pure,
And all its rising fires could smother;
But, now, thy vows no more endure,
Bestow'd by thee upon another.
Perhaps, his peace I could destroy,
And spoil the blisses that await him;
Yet let my Rival smile in joy,
For thy dear sake, I cannot hate him.
Ah! since thy angel form is gone,
My heart no more can rest with any;
But what it sought in thee alone,
Attempts, alas! to find in many.
Then, fare thee well, deceitful Maid!
'Twere vain and fruitless to regret thee;
Nor Hope, nor Memory yield their aid,
But Pride may teach me to forget thee.
Yet all this giddy waste of years,
This tiresome round of palling pleasures;
These varied loves, these matrons' fears,
These thoughtless strains to Passion's measures---
If thou wert mine, had all been hush'd:---
This cheek, now pale from early riot,
With Passion's hectic ne'er had flush'd,
But bloom'd in calm domestic quiet.
Yes, once the rural Scene was sweet,
For Nature seem'd to smile before thee;
And once my Breast abhorr'd deceit,---
For then it beat but to adore thee.
But, now, I seek for other joys---
To think, would drive my soul to madness;
In thoughtless throngs, and empty noise,
I conquer half my Bosom's sadness.
Yet, even in these, a thought will steal,
In spite of every vain endeavor;
And fiends might pity what I feel---
To know that thou art lost for ever.
|From the depths of my soul I know
From head to toe I know
As the sun dawns in the sky
And we struggle with goodbye
He is my life
He is my only
He is all I ever lived for
He is all I know
He walks to the plane, he knows
His face showing pain, he knows
The tears start streaming
Although a smile is beaming
I am proud of his path
I am proud of his life
I am proud I'm his mother
I'm proud of his wife
A brave smile across her face, she knows
A breaking heart full of grace, she knows
As they reach for each other
To form an embrace
No second thoughts
The plan from the beginning
To serve was his lot
So now we pray we know
So now we say we know
So now we think we know
But only God knows
If we will see him alive again.
Dedicated to all mothers everywhere whose sons are away serving this great country of ours
We love you
|Wonderful Jar! Very powerful! Brought tears and memories of sending my husband off to Vietnam long ago. I was soooo young. It was so challenging.
Thanks for sharing.
|Beautiful. Jar, it was Great!!!|
|Hello my friends, its been a long time..
I love the way you all talk in rhymes.
I missed you guys every day
since the accident took me away..
Its good to be all back here as one
and see we're all still having fun..
I do see one friend whose still gone astray
Hopefully soon she will be back to stay(Mekos)
I smile when I read all the things you've had to say.
For in my heart I knew it would be no other way!
|Glad to have you back Huney! Love the poem.|
|Always nice to see an old (young) fiend. We have missed you. Welcome home, girl...|
|Good Morning!! Huneybunch
Jar It has been a long time since I have been it a place where someone close to me, had to walk this path. The feelings I had then in the 60's Vietnam, are not long ago or far away. To borrow your words. I know. What a wonderful writing, may many that are taking those steps see and read this or hear this and know that we know. Thank You Jar
|Thank you for the kind words. My daughter's boyfriend has signed up for the military and is not sure when he is being deployed. I have grown close to him since they started dating and so I wrote a poem about how I would feel when he left.
Huney...glad to see you back and loved the poem. Isn't it wonderful to know some things and people remain a constant in our lives?
|Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I couldn't make it
without all of you......Good Morning, my Friends.
|Good Morning oh look the day is almost over it is now afternoon and late afternoon. I lost track it is 56 and sunny here!!
Here is a little poem someone special sent. I hope you love as I do.
God sent His angels from above
To wrap us in His wings of Love
And keep us in His Loving care
And know that He is always there
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