A Year In Books.

Robert Frost

I started out last week reading another book about Anne Boleyn. I got about half-way through it and realized there was not one thing I read that I didn’t already know. So….I guess I’m good on the subject of Anne Boleyn.

Anyway- I decided to read a collection of Robert Frost poems with commentary  instead. Robert Frost is one of my favorite poets and I have to say, I think reading all of his poems this last week put me in a better mood. If you aren’t familiar with his poems, I suggest you get familiar. Don’t worry, I’ll help you by posting my absolute favorite poem by Robert Frost. You’re welcome.

Choose Something Like A Star- Robert Frost 1947

O Star (the fairest one in sight),
We grant your loftiness the right
To some obscurity of cloud —
It will not do to say of night,
Since dark is what brings out your light.
Some mystery becomes the proud.
But to be wholly taciturn
In your reserve is not allowed.
Say something to us we can learn
By heart and when alone repeat.
Say something! And it says “I burn.”
But say with what degree of heat.
Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade.
Use language we can comprehend.
Tell us what elements you blend.
It gives us strangely little aid,
But does tell something in the end.
And steadfast as Keats’ Eremite
Not even stooping from its sphere,
It asks a little of us here.
It asks of us a certain height,
So when at times the mob is swayed
To carry praise or blame too far,
We may choose something like a star
To stay our minds on and be staid.

In fact, I think I’m going to make it a habit to read more poetry. Any recommendations?

10 thoughts on “A Year In Books.

  1. I’ve been enjoying the poems of Kay Ryan–the newest poet laureate of the U.S. and a native of my area. (Okay, I bought her book more for that second bit than the prestigious award…)
    I liked “Among English Verbs”:

    Among English verbs
    to die is oddest in its
    eagerness to be dead,
    immodest in its
    haste to be told –
    a verb alchemical
    in the head:
    one speck of its gold
    and a whole life’s lead.

    And the poem that her newest book is named after, “The Best of It”:
    However carved up
    or pared down we get,
    we keep on making
    the best of it as though
    it doesn’t matter that
    our acre’s down to
    a square foot. As
    though our garden
    could be one bean
    and we’d rejoice if
    it flourishes, as
    though one bean
    could nourish us.

    I like reading (good) poetry and I like sharing 🙂

    Also, I wanted to belatedly to tell you (if you didn’t already know) that I mentioned you on my blog last week–congrats, you’re a versatile blogger!
    http://wordsohmy.wordpress.com/2011/05/04/oh-my-words-im-versatile/

  2. There are so many great ones (stand alones I think od the Iliad, Beowulf and the odyssey) but if you like more new aged peices there are some great free e-poems books that are yot there. If you are going to read Poetry though, you simply must read Edgar Allan Poe. Absolute must.

  3. I remember liking Otherwise by Jane Kenyon, though if you prefer rhyme with your poetry, that might not do it for you.

    I also have a book of Odes by Pablo Neruda that are wonderful, though I wish I could read Spanish so I could read his poems in their original language. (I think the title I’m thinking of is Odes to Common Things.

    Those are just a couple of specific examples of poetry books I have.

  4. The lure of poetry has always escaped me. Not that I don’t appreciate it, but as an art form I have no connection. Outside of “There once was a girl from Nantucket…” I’m lost. I guess that’s why there are so many flavors of ice cream.

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