I don't prefer poetry unless it bothers to put those feelings into striking language

Now we can shake hands. I'm all for that. (edit: but I maintain that this definition is completely subjective to each person. I don't think poetry can be rated; I can only love it or loathe it or shrug at it, but I can't ssay "this is bad", just because it doesn't ping me.)

Actually, I don't think we've discussed poetry at all, in the past. Fiction, yes. Music, certainly. Not poetry, though, not that I remember.

Also? I've never come across the garden-catalog variety you're talking about - not ever. For me, "English garden" means 18th century pastoral, which in the right head space makes me smile like a loon.

My college years were full of pseudo-mystical Heinlein junkies, alas. Not sure I wouldn't have preferred a few cozy little mentions of white campion and calendula.

Deb, that poem was lovely.

I don't read enough poetry. Not a lot of it speaks to me, but when it does, hoo boy. Faves include From the Passionate Shepherd to His Love and Hatred by Gwendoyn Bennett:

I shall hate you
Like a dart of singing steel
Shot through still air
At even-tide,
Or solemnly
As pines are sober
When they stand etched
Against the sky.
Hating you shall be a game
Played with cool hands
And slim fingers.
Your heart will yearn
For the lonely splendor
Of the pine tree
While rekindled fires
In my eyes
Shall wound you like swift arrows.
Memory will lay its hands
Upon your breast
And you will understand
My hatred.

Katie M - thank you for that poem! I haven't seen it before, but I think I will appropriate it for my college-freshman class I am teaching next semester. This past fall semester was my first class, and that question drove me to distraction. Of course what killed me even more were the students who did not even bother to ask....

Someone, I can't recall who, posted Wild Geese quite a while ago and I used part of it as a tag. I want more. I'll have to request some Mary Oliver from the library.

Not to steal thunder from Java, but it could have been me as well. "Wild Geese" was one of the things that saved my life last summer. It still can move me to tears. Just the simplicity and gentle reminder in the first line

You do not have to be good

Sigh....

Another favorite is Mary Dorcey:

In Your Shoes
When you were gone
I found a pair of shoes

you had left behind
under the bed.

I put them on, wanting
to know how they felt.

The leather was worn
and intimate,

loose across the instep.
I walked to the window

and then to the door.
My heel slipped free

but the toes pinched.
I wanted to see how

it felt in your shoes --
constrained or easy.

I wanted to see
how it felt to be you --

when you wore them and
walked free of me.

Oooh, thanks for all of the poems! I love well-done poetry.

Katie M - thank you for that poem! I haven't seen it before, but I think I will appropriate it for my college-freshman class I am teaching next semester. This past fall semester was my first class, and that question drove me to distraction. Of course what killed me even more were the students who did not even bother to ask....

Heh. I'm glad you liked it--it makes me smile too.

Stepping away from the poetry here: I bagged a lovely thrift score of books the other day: Drawings of the Masters, in four volumes. My favorite is Flemish & Dutch, 15th to 18th century, because it includes a Rembrandt pencil sketch of a resting lion. The signature is legible. It is so beautiful, I would be using it as an icon if the image tag were allowed here.

I was at Borders tonight and saw a Bunnyzilla collection in the sale area. Jilli knows about this, yes? I figure she must, but thought I'd check.

Wha-ha-ha? Nope, never heard of Bunnyzilla. Bunnicula, yes (Bunnies! Vampire bunnies!), but Bunnyzilla, no.

hmm - now I think I may have miss remembered. It was probably a Bunnicula collection.

"Why Don't You Love Me Like I Love You, You Idiot?"

See, this would be a great poem.

JC, I too loved Prodigal Summer until someone pointed out to me how gender-biased it was. Now my love for it is tempered, but I still adore the "everything is connected" super-text to reinforce the ecological stance.