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Poetry month, day 1

So back in the day I had much more time than I do now. I used that time to full advantage for poetry month each April. I would post an out of copyright poem(s) or link to poems online each and everyday. I discovered some incredible poems and poets that way. So did my readers. That made all the time and effort more than worth it.

I can’t promise that many posts now. I have a full time job, a novel deadline, and other calls on my time. But a friend asked so I’m going to post what I can, when I can.

Poetry is good for the soul, no matter who you are or what kind of poetry you like. We all need poetry in our lives. I firmly believe that.

In the spirit of starting as you mean to go on, I’m posting a few poems on the very first day of April.

No one should be surprised that I’m going to start with sonnets. I love sonnets.

Sonnet XII

CLOUDS rosy-tinted in the setting sun,
Depths of the azure eastern sky between,
Plains where the poplar-bordered highways run,
Patched with a hundred tints of brown and green, — –
Beauty of Earth, when in thy harmonies
The cannon’s note has ceased to be a part,
I shall return once more and bring to these
The worship of an undivided heart.
Of those sweet potentialities that wait
For my heart’s deep desire to fecundate
I shall resume the search, if Fortune grants;
And the great cities of the world shall yet
Be golden frames for me in which to set
New masterpieces of more rare romance.
Alan Seeger

Sonnet V

SEEING you have not come with me, nor spent
This day’s suggestive beauty as we ought,
I have gone forth alone and been content
To make you mistress only of my thought.
And I have blessed the fate that was so kind
In my life’s agitations to include
This moment’s refuge where my sense can find
Refreshment, and my soul beatitude.
Oh, be my gentle love a little while!
Walk with me sometimes. Let me see you smile.
Watching some night under a wintry sky,
Before the charge, or on the bed of pain,
These blessed memories shall revive again
And be a power to cheer and fortify.
Alan Seeger

Sonnet I

SIDNEY, in whom the heyday of romance
Came to its precious and most perfect flower,
Whether you tourneyed with victorious lance
Or brought sweet roundelays to Stella’s bower,
I give myself some credit for the way
I have kept clean of what enslaves and lowers,
Shunned the ideals of our present day
And studied those that were esteemed in yours;
For, turning from the mob that buys Success
By sacrificing all Life’s better part,
Down the free roads of human happiness
I frolicked, poor of purse but light of heart,
And lived in strict devotion all along
To my three idols — – Love and Arms and Song.
Alan Seeger

Sonnet III

WHY should you be astonished that my heart,
Plunged for so long in darkness and in dearth,
Should be revived by you, and stir and start
As by warm April now, reviving Earth?
I am the field of undulating grass
And you the gentle perfumed breath of Spring,
And all my lyric being, when you pass,
Is bowed and filled with sudden murmuring.
I asked you nothing and expected less,
But, with that deep, impassioned tenderness
Of one approaching what he most adores,
I only wished to lose a little space
All thought of my own life, and in its place
To live and dream and have my joy in yours.
Alan Seeger

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