85th Virtual Poetry Circle
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Welcome to the 85th 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.
It’s a new year, and if you haven’t heard there is a new feature on the blog this year . . . my first ever, poetry reading challenge. Yup, that means everyone should be signing up because all you need to do is read 1 book of poetry.
Here's a treat from Derek Walcott's White Egrets:
1. (page 3)
The chessmen are as rigid on their chessboard as those life-sized terra-cotta warriors whose vows to their emperor with bridle, shield and sword were sworn by a chorus that has lost its voice; no echo in that astonishing excavation. Each soldier gave an oath, each gave his word to die for his emperor, his clan, his nation, to become a chess piece, breathlessly erect in shade or crossing sunlight, without hours -- from clay to clay and odourlessly strict. If vows were visible they might see ours as changeless chessmen in the changing light on the lawn outside where bannered breakers toss and the palms gust with music that is time's above the chessmen's silence. Motion brings loss. A sable blackbird twitters in the limes. Let me know your thoughts, ideas, feelings, impressions. Let’s have a great discussion…pick a line, pick an image, pick a sentence.
I’ve you missed the other Virtual Poetry Circles. It’s never too late to join the discussion.