By Heather Knight
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The poem above was inspired by one of Emily Dickinson's most famous works (please don't compare me to her when you review, I'm begging you):
Because I Could not Stop for Death (479) Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The Carriage held but just Ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess in the Ring We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain We passed the Setting Sun Or rather He passed us The Dews drew quivering and chill For only Gossamer, my Gown My Tippet only Tulle We paused before a House that seemed A Swelling of the Ground The Roof was scarcely visible The Cornice in the Ground Since then tis Centuries and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses Heads Were toward Eternity Below you can listen to a great version of the poem, see the trailer of the TV series Dickinson and also watch a very interesting documentary about her. Enjoy! |
By Heather Knight
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The poem above is an answer to Billy Collins' poem "You, Reader".
Billy Collins is an American poet, appointed as Poet Laureate of the United States from 2001 to 2003. He's also a Professor. At the moment he's 81. The poem below is the one that inspired me: I wonder how you are going to feel when you find out that I wrote this instead of you, that it was I who got up early to sit in the kitchen and mention with a pen the rain-soaked windows, the ivy wallpaper, and the goldfish circling in its bowl. Go ahead and turn aside, bite your lip and tear out the page, but, listen�¢?? it was just a matter of time before one of us happened to notice the unlit candles and the clock humming on the wall. Plus, nothing happened that morning�¢?? a song on the radio, a car whistling along the road outside�¢?? and I was only thinking about the shakers of salt and pepper that were standing side by side on a place mat. I wondered if they had become friends after all these years or if they were still strangers to one another like you and I who manage to be known and unknown to each other at the same time�¢?? me at this table with a bowl of pears, you leaning in a doorway somewhere near some blue hydrangeas, reading this. �¢??You, Reader,�¢?? by Billy Collins from The Trouble with Poetry (Random House) P.S 1 I'd forgotten his wry sense of humour P.S 2 Masterclass doesn't pay me for the free advertising. |
By Heather Knight
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The poem above was inspired by Helen Dunmore's Baby Orangutan. Helen Dunmore was a British poet, novelist and short story writer. She usually wrote for kids. She passed away when she was only 64 in the year 2017.
Her poem is a lot shorter than mine and begins with a beautiful metaphor. The guy in the picture is the baby orangutan, not my son. In case you are wondering, the poem is called Number One because sometimes I called my kids Number One, Number Two and Number Three (order of birth, not of importance, of course) Dunmore's poem speaks about the beginning of a new life and so does mine. BABY ORANG-UTAN by Helen Dunmore Bold flare of orange - a struck match against his mother's breast he listens to her heartbeat going yes yes yes I think her last line is genius. For my next chapter, I'll use a Billy Collins poem. Thanks for reading. |
By Heather Knight
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First of all, I want to thank shelly kaye, for inspiring me to write this book of poems.
I also want to thank leynocka (I hope I got her handle right, I tend to misspell it) for suggesting a little change that will make a big difference: curtains instead of blinds. I'd love to learn to write free verse and that's why I joined Masterclass. Now I'm watching Amanda Gorman's couse. She's wise beyond her years, lively, beautiful. She's had several books published... and she's still in her twenties. In one of her classes, she explains how she reads and dissects a poem: you read it three times and then you underline everything you find interesting in the poem: metaphors, similes, personification... I've decided to do that and then to add a final step. Write my own version of the poem. It's for you to decide if this is brave or simply literary murder. The poem I've used for inspiration in this chapter is called New Every Morning by Susan Coolidge, the author of What Katie Did. You can read it below. Every day is a fresh beginning, Listen my soul to the glad refrain. And, spite of old sorrows And older sinning, Troubles forecasted And possible pain, Take heart with the day and begin again. |
By Heather Knight
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I've been absent for a while and I'm afraid I won't have much time for FS in the near future (which I hate) as I've gone back to work after a one-month sick leave.
However, I wanted to add a new chapter to my book. I've dedicated this chapter to my daughter because she's a truly special young woman. She had leukaemia when she was four and I think that's shaped her character. Even though she now has fibromyalgia (probably as a result of the chemo), she never stops: she works, studies and volunteers when she has time. I took the picture above when we were in England this summer and even though she's already twenty-seven, she looks a lot younger. This free verse poem is inspired by one written by Mary Oliver. The one you can read below. The World I Live In I have refused to live locked in the orderly house of reasons and proofs. The world I live in and believe in is wider than that. And anyway, what's wrong with Maybe? You wouldn't believe what once or twice I have seen. I'll just tell you this: only if there are angels in your head will you ever, possibly, see one. If you want to know more about her, go to: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Oliver |
By Heather Knight
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This poem was inspired by Javier Zamora's 'Instructions for My Funeral'.
Javier Zamora was born in El Salvador, but emigrated to the States when he was nine (his parents left before him and he was brought up by his grandparents till he left). If you want to know more about him, you can read his book 'Solito' which is the next in my reading list. He has also published a poetry collection called 'Unaccompanied' (that's where I found the poem below). Don't burn me in no steel furnace, burn me in Abuelita's garden. Wrap me in blue- white-and-blue Douse me in the cheapest gin. Whatever you do, don't judge my home. Cut my bones with a machete till I'm finest dust Please, no priests, no crosses, no flowers. Steal a flask and stash me inside. Blast music, dress to impress. Please be drunk. Bust out the drums the army strums. Bust out the guitars guerrilleros strummed and listen to the war inside Carouse the procession dancing to the pier. Moor me in a motorboat driven by a nine-year-old son of a fisherman. Scud to the center of the Estero de Jaltepec. Read "Como tu," and toss pieces of bread. As the motorboat circles, open the flask, so I'm breathed like a jacaranda, like a flor de mayo like an alcatraz--then, forget me and let me drift. The El Salvador flag is white and blue. Abuelita means grandma I'd never heard the word estero before. I found the translation stream, although it looks more like an estuary on Google pictures. In Spain we call it estuario. 'Como tu' is a poem by Richard Blanco who was the inaugural poet for Obama's second inauguration. He was the first immigrant, the first Latino and the first openly gay person to receive that honour. A flor the mayo is a Christmas orchid. I'm sure Helen will understand, but when I wrote 'and at least a song by him', I meant Dan Vasc. :) |
By Heather Knight
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This poem was inspired by Richard Blanco's Como Tu (2019).
https://poets.org/poem/como-tu-you-me?mbd=1 |
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