132nd Virtual Poetry Circle
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Welcome to the 132nd Virtual Poetry Circle!
Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.
Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s books suggested. Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.
Also, sign up for the 2012 Fearless Poetry Reading Challenge because its simple; you only need to read 1 book of poetry. Please visit the stops on the National Poetry Month Blog Tour from April 2011 and beginning again in April 2012.
Today’s poems is from Eavan Boland:
Atlantis -- A Lost Sonnet
How on earth did it happen, I used to wonder that a whole city—arches, pillars, colonnades, not to mention vehicles and animals—had all one fine day gone under?
I mean, I said to myself, the world was small then. Surely a great city must have been missed? I miss our old city —
white pepper, white pudding, you and I meeting under fanlights and low skies to go home in it. Maybe what really happened is
this: the old fable-makers searched hard for a word to convey that what is gone is gone forever and never found it. And so, in the best traditions of
where we come from, they gave their sorrow a name and drowned it. What do you think?