What are the rules of this game? Do the poems have to be linked by an association of exact words, or can I take off with ideas as well? All I can think of, though it's a bit far-fetched, is the idea of talking stones ("At a stone, and sigh As they pass it by To some far goal. Something it says&...

Thanks for this poem Saffron. The spacing seems pretty good to me, the part before the last stanza seems to evoke the process of rain falling: its lightness which is reflected in the words feather and dust, and also the heaviness of the impact of raindrops ("club of the wind", "lurch ...

Did you know that cummings wrote a WW I memoir called The Enormous Room ? I've been curious about it. It might be difficult to find, though. Another coincidence, I've read it and love love loved it DWill! You're right about it being hard to find, I don't know about your side of the globe but in Aus...

Thanks for this thread Saffron, Cummings is one of the poets I enjoy reading aloud most, have you read this one? a wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think i too have known autumn too long (and what have you to say, wind wind wind

An old friend of mine recently gave birth to a daughter so I was reminded of this poem by Australian poet Judith Wright: Woman to Child You who were darkness warmed my flesh where out of darkness rose the seed. Then all a world I made in me; all the world you hear and see hung upon my dreaming blood...

Si, DWill, I cheated and looked up the line, yep, it's certainly a weird new way to read poetry. I'm young and the young are supposed to be hip and computer savvy, but I'm still only half-convinced of the virtue of the internet (ha, virtue, perhaps it has none!). I agree with you that information re...

Lately I've fallen for the songs of new-folk (I think, it's hard to pinpoint her music into a genre, I've never heard anything like it before) singer and harpist Joanna Newsom. Her lyrics read like poetry, here's Bridges and Balloons We sailed away on a winter's day With fate as malleable as clay Bu...

Incidentally, does anyone know the title of a poem by Theodore Roethke containing the line, "I have know the inexorable sadness of pencils."? Here's the poem DWill: Dolor I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils, Neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and paper weight, All the misery of ...

I also believe that it's in the eye of the beholder: One of my favourite ever artworks was a temporary installation, part of the Biennale of Sydney that I saw in the Botanical Gardens a few years ago. It was set up in Palm House- a beautiful little greenhouse, the oldest in Sydney- and consisted sim...

I'm reading "Emile" by Jean Jaques Rousseau and "Walden" by Henry David Thoreau, it was quite coincidental my picking up both these books at round about the same time, but I'm finding that they complement each other pretty well, perhaps Thoreau went via Rousseau in the process of...