Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Poetry

Poetry is life distilled.
Gwendolyn Brooks (1917 - 200)
Pulitzer for Poetry

The Crazy Woman

I shall not sing a May song.
A May song should be gay.
I'll wait until November
And sing a song of gray.

I'll wait until November
That is the time for me.
I'll go out in the frosty dark
And sing most terribly.

And all the little people
Will stare at me and say,
"That is the Crazy Woman
Who would not sing in May."

Gwendolyn Brooks
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4 comments:

  1. EveryoneThinksThey'reGoodDriversMarch 18, 2009 at 10:14 PM

    lol Sandra, that is the first I've heard that poem but I love it!

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  2. SandraMarch 19, 2009 at 6:58 AM

    She is an interesting poet.

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  3. JavierMarch 23, 2009 at 10:48 PM

    this is a really beautiful poem, so simple, naivé and desperate at the same time, thanks so much for sharing!

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  4. SandraMarch 24, 2009 at 7:51 AM

    I liked it too. Thanks for stopping in.

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