Today is National Poetry Day in the UK. This year’s theme is heroes and heroines.
Poetry is of huge importance in my life. I wrote here about a poet whose work allowed me to engage emotionally with my spirituality, and the Psalms are to me one of the most poetic and beautiful (if sometimes barbarically beautiful) elements of the Bible.
If we’re lucky children, our parents sing us to sleep with the poetry of lullabies. I can hear my mother’s voice:
Golden slumbers kiss your eyes
smiles await you when you rise
sleep little baby don’t you cry
and I will sing a lullaby.
I have a list of poets who are my heroes. Among them are: Marge Piercy, Leonard Cohen, Naomi Shihab Nye, Wendell Berry, Mary Oliver, Rumi, Hafiz. I’m beginning to explore Yeats.
But in some ways, perhaps it’s more important to celebrate so-called “ordinary” people who write poetry. I always look forward to Christine’s regular poetry parties at Abbey of the Arts. Although my own muse has dried up in recent months, I love reading everyone’s contributions. It makes me realise how very gifted we all are in our different ways. Not ordinary at all.
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So in the spirit of National Poetry Day, please share in the comments who your poetry heroes and heroines are, and why.
Image by clairity
Elsewhere:
The image I’ve used above is of a statue of Phillis Wheatley. In my ignorance I’d never heard of her until today when I was browsing Flickr for photos tagged “poetry”. Brought to America on a slave ship, she was the first published African American woman poet. She was only 31 when she died.
The Poetry Book Society has an excellent little guide “Poetry Testing Kit” for poetry newbies, by Simon Armitage. I particularly liked this: “The Test of Nerves – somebody once said that a poem shouldn’t just tell you not to play with matches, it should burn your fingers. In other words, does the poem create a sensation, rather than simply an understanding?”



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Rumi … Neruda … Poe … R. S. Thomas … Dylan Thomas (do not go gently into that good light) … Sylvia Plath … Rilke.
Mary Oliver, Denise Levertov, Jacques Prévert, Boris Vian, Jane Kenyon, Teresa of Avila…
Mary Oliver …. Denise Levertov …. Carol Ann Duffy …. Anna Akhmatova …. Adrienne Rich … Rilke …. John O’Donoghue …
john o’donohue, mary oliver, rumi, hafiz, leunig
I have loved John Keats since high school. I cannot wait until I am able to see Jane Campion’s film about him, Bright Star. I also love Gerard Manley Hopkins, Catherine de Vinck, Mary Oliver, John O’Donohue, Pablo Neruda and I am developing a taste for Hafiz and Kathleen Norris.
My favorite poet? Our son, Bill Harris. You haven’t heard of him yet but just wait! He is, of course, the best, but second level would include Rumi, Hafiz, Gibran, Rilke, Mary Oliver, Ogden, Shel Silverstein, Dr. Seuss, Longfellow, Edward Lear….more than I can list! Thanks for honoring poets!
Thank you all for these comments. I can see Mary Oliver’s going to be taking over the world soon. And I can’t believe I forgot Neruda and Levertov in my own list.
Some names that are new to me whose work I’ll have to explore, and of course diantha, Bill Harris will definitely be on my lookoutfor list
Dylan Thomas of course…
And.. I recently discovered Carol Batton, a wonderful Manchester street poet who has been described as ‘the poet laureate of the mental health survivors movement’
Here she is: http://www.creativewomensnetwork.co.uk/CWNvoicesCarolBatton.htm
& here she is on youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XcDPUPxaSnQ
Hooray for wordsmithery I say!
Song of Songs, Matsuo Basho, Chiyo-ni (haiku), Otagaki Rengetsu (tanka), Emily Dickinson, T. S. Eliot, Gertrude, Stein, Elizabeth Bishop
this is a very thought-provoking post for me. i do not remember lullaby’s ever being sung to me except in the recesses of my mind, so they must have come from somewhere. the poetry i remember from school was dissected and examined in such critical detail that i did not like it at all… and so, when i think of my favorite poets, the first ones that come to mind are the “ordinary” people. the ones i have witnessed create beauty from just a moment or two of solitude. i remember the first time i was prompted to write a poem since the painful time of elementary and middle-school rhyming agony. it was sitting in the midst of a group of women who i know now were anything but ordinary. when the words popped out of my mouth, they pulled a string on my heart and i was hooked. now i can visit the likes of oliver, neruda, rumi, hafiz, o’donohue, berry and others without dissecting them and looking for iambic pentameter and whatever. i can let the words wash over me like the songs they were created to be.
so, i’m sure that’s more than you were asking, but alas my poet’s heart was awakened by this post.
oh, and i am a sap for the love poems of elizabeth barrett browning.
Rima: thank you for the introduction to Carol Batton, and hooray for wordsmithery indeed!
kigen: I’ve always enjoyed your perspective on Dickinson.
lucy: “pulled a string on my heart” – yes exactly, that’s it for me and poetry as well.