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For The Love Of Poetry

Yesterday, I came across an article by Melik Kaylan entitled “For the Love of Poetry”, https://www.forbes.com/2009/04/06/memorize-poetry-education-opinions-columnists-thomas-hardy.html.

Kaylan offers a spirited defence of traditional (rhyming) poetry, and of the benefits flowing from memorising it.

I vividly recollect learning Alfred Noyes’s poem “The Highwayman as a child, and reciting it to an audience, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43187/the-highwayman. Noyes’s poem has a wonderful rhythm and I can still recall large chunks of “The Highwayman”.

I believe that being introduced to relatively simple (rhyming) poetry as a young boy kindled in me my love of the art. Had I been faced with free verse poetry at the same age, I am not sure that my love of poetry would have developed as it has.

There is (as I’ve said here before) much great free verse poetry. However my personal preference is for poetry that rhymes, or has some kind of meter to it. I also remain a traditionalist in that I agree with Kaylan as regards the benefits of memorising poetry.

As always, I would be interested in the views of my readers.

Kevin

Whilst Walking Through A Very Thick Mist

Whilst walking through a very thick mist
I met with my friend the anthologist.
He said “take a look
At this fine poetry book”.
But I couldn’t see through the mist!

On Glancing Under My Large Double Bed

On glancing under my large double bed
I found a young lady in red.
Her name it is Lou
And she’s mislaid a shoe.
So I’m helping Lou under my bed.

When A Young Lady Dancing In A Field

When a young lady dancing in a field
Said, “all men to my charms must yield”,
I said, “that’s all very well
But, dear madam, can you tell
Me how to reach that town called Sheffield?”.

When Older Men

When older men
Dream of sinning
With young women,
Many a lass
Does contemptuously laugh.

But, if a man has money,
That self-same lass
May call him “my sweet honey”,
And smile while
The money lasts!

My Stay in a Luxurious Hotel

When I entered a luxurious hotel room
And savoured the sweet scent of perfume,
I said, “my dear
What brings you here?”.
She said, “this is my hotel room!”.

Lost, Amidst Numberless, Fallen Leaves

Lost,
Amidst numberless, fallen leaves
The poet sees
The cost
Of it all.

Nymphs play in Autumn’s sun.
Winter must come.
And the poet sees
Half-forgotten leaves,
Whirled by passion’s passing breeze.

A Young Lady Wearing A Very Tight Dress

A young lady wearing a very tight dress
Said, “I have so many sins to confess!”.
Then, with a great sneeze
She spoke of the bees.
And burst out of that very tight dress!

My Selected Poems Mentioned in “Echoes in An Empty Room”

My thanks to Hannah of Echoes in An Empty Room, for including my Selected Poems in her post entitled “Books to Read in Lockdown By Authors You May Not Know”.

For the post please follow this link, https://echoesinanemptyroom.com/2020/11/11/books-to-read-in-lockdown-by-authors-that-you-may-not-know/