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| Isabella helping me during a poetry session |
A couple of posts I invite you to read:
Brenda's "Self-Portrait of a Wildflower" poem (which also includes my "Self-Portrait as a Tangerine" and some great interview questions). Thank you, Brenda!
A post I wrote for Smack Dab in the Middle about writing and quilting and words and... Anne Lamott. :)
MORE about Anne Lamott, including my takeaways from her recent visit to Birmingham.
OKAY. And now for today's poetry post! Last weekend it was my distinct pleasure to share my work at the inaugural Reader Riot Book Festival in Florence, Alabama. It will take me a few posts to cover all the highlights, but I will get there!
One of my duties was to host a "My Favorite Poem" session, in which members of the community share favorite poems and tell why they are important in their lives. Imagine my surprise and delight when one little girl, Savannah (whose face was painted like a tiger), got up and read my "Tiger" poem from ARTSPEAK! Portraits! So so honored. Thank you, Savannah!
"They [poetry books] are the most unloved of the books for kids."
I guess it's true by the measures Betsy cites. BUT. All one needs to do is visit Poetry Friday to find out that we who love poetry are the most passionate readers of all! I would really love to hear your thoughts on this in comments.
And now for some tiger poems, beginning with arguably the most famous tiger poem of all:
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? And what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
The Tyger by William Blake
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? And what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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tiger by Valerie Worth
The tiger
Has swallowed
A black sun,
In his cold
Cage he
Carries it still:
Black flames
Flicker through
His fur,
Black rays roar
from the centers
Of his eyes.
The tiger
Has swallowed
A black sun,
In his cold
Cage he
Carries it still:
Black flames
Flicker through
His fur,
Black rays roar
from the centers
Of his eyes.
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...and this one from BOOK OF ANIMAL POETRY, edited by J. Patrick Lewis.
Anyone else have a tiger poem to share?
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