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A Bloggers (Silent) Poetry Reading to Celebrate the Feast of Brigid

Today is the third annual Bloggers (Silent) Poetry Reading to celebrate the Feast of Brigid or Groundhog Day. I owe my love of poetry and horror movies and science fiction to my Aunt Alma. When I would go visit her in the summer, we would read and write poetry and tell stories. We spent evenings looking at the stars or watching horror and science fiction shows on TV. She was very protective of her own poetry, destroying most of it before she died. She always wanted one of her poems published though. I still have her old well-worn copy of "Huntsman, What Quarry?" by Edna St. Vincent Millay with many notes and poems written in the margins. She would have enjoyed this day. This one is marked as the "masterpiece of this volume".

Three Sonnets in Tetrameter: III

No further from me than my hand
Is China that I loved so well;
Love does not help to understand
The logic of the bursting shell.
Perfect in dream above me yet
Shines the white cone of Fuji-San;
I wake in fear, and weep and sweat . . .
Weep for Yoshida, for Japan.
Logic alone, all love laid by,
Must calm this crazed and plunging star:
Sorrowful news for such as I,
Who hoped--with men just as they are,
Sinful and loving--to secure
A human peace that might endure.

- Edna St. Vincent Millay

by Sydney  |

B is for Books

The ABC-Along for B was was so easy, I almost felt guilty. If you know me at all, though, you know I have a thing for books. I have books everywhere and Rick is just as bad. I have books and magazines by the bed. (Click on the images for larger versions on Flickr.)

There are cookbooks, science books, knitting books, gardening books, art books, home repair books, and foreign language books.

There are fiction books, aquarium books, and atlases.

There are computer books, programming books, investing books, more art books, health books, and pet books.

That doesn't count the small stacks of books in various baskets, on the coffee table, and books in the hall waiting to be given away. It also doesn't count Rick's books. We would have a lot more room, if it wasn't for our books, but it wouldn't be as fun. Our weekend date usually consists of going out to eat and then going to the bookstore. We don't always buy something at the bookstore, but it just doesn't seem right unless we make a visit.

Before I go, there are a couple of "events" coming up this weekend. I noticed on Not Plain Jane that Saturday is Bloggers' (Silent) Poetry Reading. I had other things going on last year but I plan to participate this year. Then Sunday is Super International Pajama Day so don't forget to stay home in your pajamas. I'm not sure if it's different from most Sundays around here so I'm ready!

by Sydney  |