The prompt for today comes from a quote usually attributed to T.S. Eliot: "Good poets borrow; great poets steal." But let’s stick to plain old stealing today by writing poems with their first lines lifted from other poems. You can pick a favorite poem of yours to take a line from.
I took the line,"Spring, I remembered you all these months," from the poem, Ingratitude, by Carl Dennis, featured yesterday on The Writer's Almanac (http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/).
No Spring Without Winter
Spring, I remembered you all these months,
my face pressed against cold window glass
watching snowflakes drift past the stars.
I remembered you, Spring,
when I saw rabbit tracks on fresh snow,
skies thick and gray as woolen mittens.
I remembered you
when I breathed air so cold
I could almost hear it crack.
Now the snow melts, robins return,
honeybees and blue butterflies
feast on Black-eyed Susan's.
Fields explode with lusty life,
sugar maple sap runs
and I am filled with joy.
Spring, I remembered and you came back.
"Spring, I remembered you all these months." From the poem, Ingratitude, by Carl Dennis.
4 comments:
This is a strong write, Marianne. I love how remembrance drove the poem...especially remembering "when I breathed air so cold / I could almost hear it crack."
The last line completes it perfectly.
Love how speak directly to Spring in this poem, Marianne. Beautiful.
Pamela
I love spring and this piece is filled with the kind of longing I feel during winter. So lovely.
Beautiful, spring always trumps winter, returns gloriously to push all the cold and ice away! I love this poem as I love spring itself.
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