National Poetry Month blahblahblah

[siannan]

Some Gwendolyn Brooks for you:

We real cool.We
left school. We
lurk late. We
strike straight. We
sing sin. We
thin gin. We
jazz june. We
die soon.


And some Ogden Nash:

I don't mind eels.
Except as meals.
And the way they feels.

I was going to throw out some Ntozake Shange but I couldn't decide which one of hers to post.

Comments

[voodoukween.livejournal.com]

i like Ogden Nash very much

must buy more postage stamps with his happy face on them

[auntiesiannan.livejournal.com]

Didn't he have the most pleasant countenance? I like licking the back of his head. :)

[voodoukween.livejournal.com]

HAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!

[kreie.livejournal.com]

I posted "somebody almost ran off with all of my stuff" a few weeks back. (months?) And then I loaned it out so I can't peruse it for fitting lines.

here's some random margaret atwood for you

[syncopatedlife.livejournal.com]

Is/Not

Love is not a profession
genteel or otherwise

sex is not dentistry
the slick filling of aches and cavities

you are not my doctor
you are not my cure,

nobody has that
power, you are merely a fellow/traveller

Give up this medical concern,
buttoned, attentive,

permit yourself anger
and permit me mine

which needs neither
your approval nor your suprise

which does not need to be made legal
which is not against a disease

but agaist you,
which does not need to be understood

or washed or cauterized,
which needs instead

to be said and said.
Permit me the present tense.

A fish hook, an open eye.

[auntiesiannan.livejournal.com]

Lovely. Atwood is a master.

[auntiesiannan.livejournal.com]

No, Langston knew rivers. And dreams deferred.