Other Poetry thread

[utdalltheway]

I was listening to a show yesterday on RTE radio 1 and they had Kathleen Watkins, Bono, and Liam Neeson amongst others reading some of Patrick Kavanagh’s most popular work.

I’ve always had a soft spot for a bit of WB Yeats but Kavanagh’s work is my favorite, especially “Advent” and the one below, Inniskeen Road.

What say you caftards?

https://www.tcd.ie/English/patrickkavanagh/inniskeenroad.html

 

[Pexbo]

Brian Bilston is my favourite person to follow on Twitter. I can’t claim to be anything more than even a very casual reader of poetry but I do get a lot of pleasure out of his creative musings and often cynical take on current events.

 

[utdalltheway]

I just looked at some of his stuff on Twitter. Some good stuff there.
it goes to show too that it needn’t be fussy or posh (Kavanagh would be the opposite of posh anyway) to be good.

 

[Penna]

My favourite poem by Heaney (who was a genius):

When all the others were away at Mass
I was all hers as we peeled potatoes.
They broke the silence, let fall one by one
Like solder weeping off the soldering iron:
Cold comforts set between us, things to share
Gleaming in a bucket of clean water.
And again let fall. Little pleasant splashes
From each other’s work would bring us to our senses.

So while the parish priest at her bedside
Went hammer and tongs at the prayers for the dying
And some were responding and some crying
I remembered her head bent towards my head,
Her breath in mine, our fluent dipping knives–
Never closer the whole rest of our lives.

I love Larkin, Plath, Auden, Ted Hughes ... poetry is like a novel distilled.

 

[utdalltheway]

That’s beautiful Penna. thanks.

 

[Salt Bailly]

I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.

- JRRT

 

[Bobade]

My favourite poem by Heaney (who was a genius):

I love Larkin, Plath, Auden, Ted Hughes ... poetry is like a novel distilled.

That Heaney poem has absolutely done me. Havent read a lot of his apart from in GSCE, loved that one.