Nancy Hatch Woodward has
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(National Institute of Business Management 2002). In addition,
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It’s still poetry month, which got me thinking about how most of us were first introduced to poetry – it could have been Mother Goose rhymes or Dr. Suess. But perhaps the real rite of passage into poetry came when we were in grammar school and had to memorize a poem. It’s still a wonderful idea even as we get older.
Let’s see, back then, there was Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s
Paul Revere’s Ride
Listen my children and you
shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On
the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is
now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year. . . .
And Emily Dickinson’s
A Light Exists in Spring
A Light exists in Spring
At any other period –
When March is scarcely here
A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.. .
.
And we can’t forget Robert Louis Stevenson’s
The Swing
How do you like to go up
in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think
it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up
in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
River
and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside--
Till
I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so
brown--
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the
air and down!
Try it again. Try memorizing some favorite poems – or parts of favorite poems. By memorizing them, they become a part of you – their inner rhythm, cadence, flow, and language – all of which can enrich your own writing. You can find poetry everywhere, but for some classics that are wonderful to read aloud and memorize, get Poetry to Read Out Loud, edited by Robert Alden Rubin.
Here’s a poem from the book to get you started. It’s from Dylan Thomas and is a villanelle.
Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night
Do not go gentle into that
good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage,
rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their
end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no
lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good
men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might
have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the
light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And
learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into
that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding
sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage,
rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there
on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I
pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against
the dying of the light.
Every day this month, I am
posting tips, advice, and inspiration about poetry on My Blog.