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karen-lee-boren's picture
Jan.16.2010
I’ve never liked the concept of favorites. Among my siblings, being called The Favorite – Mom’s or Dad’s – was rarely spat at another sibling as compliment. When we were children to be called Favorite meant you got something you hadn’t earned, that you were simpering , and just a little too good....
marilyn-kallet's picture
Jan.15.2010
     Here's another poem I return to, by Denise Levertov (may she rest in peace!)  Denise was born in England, self-taught, moved to the U.S. with her then husband Mitch Goodman, and studied with William Carlos Williams.   The poem takes a line from Psalms and makes it about the richness of life...
david-moolten's picture
Jan.15.2010
  When my children were younger they frequently interrogated me regarding my favorites.  Favorite color, favorite cookie, favorite monster etc.  I generally dodged these questions because I found them so hard to answer.  My favorite?  I had too many, couldn’t decide on one.  Even five was hard...
marilyn-kallet's picture
Jan.14.2010
Here's a poem I return to all the time for its inner affirmations, its glow.  And it's about a radiant pig!   My students all have to memorize this one.   Better to have this meditation on one's lips than the negative mutterings that might take its place:  Look at the way it fans out on the page...
janet-sierzant's picture
Jan.14.2010
To Be Free I’m getting old, my life is done I made my choice. you’re not the one So afraid to live my life One to shield me from all strife Something more I did not reach Now I feel like such a leach There’s no escape, there’s no way out I must accept and never pout But wait, is that a light I see...
jael-emberley's picture
Jan.14.2010
The poem I think of at the moment when a favourite is suggested is the first stanza of Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and...
forrest-buchly's picture
Jan.13.2010
Without question, my favorite poem is "The Bear" by Galway Kinnell (who also happens to be my favorite poet). Much of the greatest creative writing is steeped in metaphor, but here is metaphor at its absolute finest. The idea that one hunts down a poem in the same way this protagonist...
darlene-arden's picture
Jan.13.2010
Would this have been my personal choice for a blog entry?  Maybe.  Maybe not. Oddly enough, I often think about my favorite poem. I first read  Inspiration for Living by James Russell Lowell when I was eight or nine years old and immediately committed it to memory. I had found the poem on my own,...
cynthia-a-clampitt's picture
Jan.13.2010
Asking about a favorite poem is like asking about a favorite food, as so much depends on mood and setting and what one has a taste for at the moment. My most dog-eared volumes include my collections of Edna St. Vincent Millay, Lord Byron, and A.B. "Banjo" Paterson. One of Paterson's poems...
maureen-sherbondy's picture
Jan.13.2010
My favorite poem. This is a tough one. I have sentimental favorites, specific author favorites, and other subcategories. "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" is my top choice. As a teenager, I read this one over and over again. Each time I read it I discovered new meaning. Lovely music...