Sunday, May 10, 2009

Sunday Poetry Post

The poem's title is "Today," but the photo was taken yesterday. I hope your weekend is going well.




Today

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary's cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.

-- Billy Collins

15 comments:

  1. A very happy Mother's Day to all the moms who visit here.

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  2. Today, with more gray clouds and maybe rain, I NEEDED your Spring spurting trees and fabulous poem, Jim.
    I regret that we don't open our windows to the cool breezes at our house. Sliding glass doors is about all we do. Not set up for crossbreeze though. I really don't like central air. Feel too trapped in that snow globe myself. But Texas heat and a hot-blooded hubby kick the air conditioner into high gear much of the year.
    I do love my oscillating fan though. I pretend it's a cool breeze sweeping across the bedroom.
    Happy Mother's Day to all the ladies. And I do mean ALL the ladies. You don't have to give birth to share your love and devotion with others.
    Jim, you know exactly what I mean with some of those kiddos in your classroom.
    Waves to Andi. Pat the pups for me.
    Relaxing Sunday to All.

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  3. Hey, TWO poems this weekend! My culture quota just doubled. Thanks, Jim!

    Sorry about the A/C, Lisa. I can't stand it, tho I appreciate it when it's roasty outside. I use it as little as possible, and open up the house the very second I can. Enjoy your breezes!

    Repeating the Happy Mom's Day wishes - I had actually forgotten, so thanks for the reminder. Only pseudo-moms left in my life, now.

    Another quiet day here. Hope yours is the same!

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  4. Happy Mother's Day to all the moms, to the mom-like, to the moms who take over when the other moms leave off, and to all the mothers-to-be. (Does that cover it? That sentence felt a smidge like that kooky aisle at the greeting card store where you buy an arbor day money holder card for your Amish half-cousin.)

    Gorgeous photo, Jim. And not to knock Billy Collins but I really am partial to that strawberry poem you posted in yesterday's comments thread. But I may be the only person reading it as a coded (and deliciously dirty) coming out poem. :)

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  5. "Happy Mother's Day to all the moms, to the mom-like, to the moms who take over when the other moms leave off, and to all the mothers-to-be."

    Wow - Jen, that's so good I'm repeating it!

    Good Morning Everyone.

    Jim, that's a lovely poem. It's such an accessible vision. The POEM almost makes me want to take a hammer to a snow globe.

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  6. Lisa M, sorry about the weather. Hope some cool breezes make it down your way.

    Beth, glad to have upped your culture quota.

    Jen, surely the 1925 New Yorker wouldn't publish anything delicously dirty. :-) I'd never read it that way, but I sure see how it could be.

    KB, I like poems with strong images.

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  7. Hey Lisa, blogger is having a scheduled outage at 4:00 a.m. your time tomorrow so the post won't be up until 4:20 a.m. -- w00t, you can sleep in! ;)

    Hi Beth, Jen, kb (w00t for me, Jim's the host; all I have to do is say "hi").

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  8. Jen, You are such a HOOT.
    Running to store hoping they still have that money holder card.

    Lustful strawberry poem--yes. Lust for life. We bring ourselves to what we read. I'm fascinated by the various facets that the same lines elicit.

    Beth, sounds like you had fun yesterday. I envy your ability to find and enjoy the local events. I stay way too much in my cave.

    Hubby gone for the day so opening the doors for fresh air. Hopefully the dogs won't jump on the screens and knock them down--again.

    Waves to KB.

    Jim, you get double hugs for double poems this week.

    Andi, I'll tell the critters to sleep in. You KNOW how well that works. Course they get to nap during the day, while we work.

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  9. Wonderful poem Jim. Wonderful.

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  10. Forget Jen's mother's day greeting, I love her take on the Strawberry Poem.

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  11. Happy Mother's Day to all moms.

    Jim that poem is perfect for the weather I'm having right now.

    Everyone have a great day!

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  12. olivai & maryb, the day didn't quite keep the poem's weather. It clouded up around 3:00 here, but it was still an nice day. We took Andi's mom out to lunch and had a good time.

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  13. A couple of songs shook themselves out of FAR Future and (the lyrics, at least) landed in the database. The one that's complete at the moment, "On the Centerline," is somewhat offensive. I know you guys are a lot less easily offended than Mrs. Fetched, but all the same I thought I'd give fair warning before posting it…

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  14. Jim
    The poem is exactly what I felt today.
    A trip into the past, I revisited the same places I used to take my daughter over twenty years ago, except now her daughters were with us.
    We had breakfast at the "Firehouse"(a converted firehouse) where firemen still come for breakfast along with bodybuilders just like 20 plus years ago. We then went to "the boardwalk" in Venice, also like many years ago.
    I always was celebrated on mother`s day since I was a dad & a mother to my young daughter.
    It was a wonderful day exactly like in the poem.
    I`m not going to finish without commenting on the beautiful vantage point from which you shot the dizzying photograph of vertigo inducing greenery.
    Very impressive shot.
    Your time is getting short, may it fly till then, then settle like the flurries in the glass globe.

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  15. Off to school in a few minutes. Just time enough to say hi back to Farf and Knucklehead.

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