Today's first entry is from the hunk of a poet that dominated the Victorian Era...
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 mellow'd to that tender light | 5 |
Which heaven to gaudy day denies. | |
One shade the more, one ray the less, | |
Had half impair'd the nameless grace | |
Which waves in every raven tress, | |
Or softly lightens o'er her face; | 10 |
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, | 15 |
But tell of days in goodness spent, | |
A mind at peace with all below, | |
A heart whose love is innocent! |
I love Byron's soulful connection of darkness and beauty, his ornate and drippy descriptions, and his obvious gift at setting mood.
I have also been toying with the idea of memorizing a poem this month and then performing it via video. Now to choose which poem...
Write a poem, Read a poem, Be a poem,
mme. bookling
I have also been toying with the idea of memorizing a poem this month and then performing it via video. Now to choose which poem...
Write a poem, Read a poem, Be a poem,
mme. bookling
1 comment:
i did not know this. does that mean i'm not really a poet? i don't think so, but i need to step up my game. shall we do cross-country poetry exercises together? i could use some external motivation.
(word verification: suctak. seems appropriate somehow)
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