John Donne’s “A Hymn to the Father” was one of the first poems that I really came to appreciate. I think it’s because it names something that seems to permeate so much of the religious life – I’d say in our time and land, but apparently it was so in Donne’s time as well: fear....
Clearances 3: A Poem...
posted by DJL
Some things are hard to give fit tribute to. No matter what we may say, it always seems to fall short. On those occasions, I’ve found that it can be better, actually to avoid “giving fit tribute” but instead approach the matter “sideways” by focusing on one concrete detail – of the...
Wind On the Hill
posted by DJL
To tell you the truth, I’ve read more of A. A. Milne as an adult than as a child. (We had those wonderful Disney Winnie the Pooh films; who needed the books?) And even now I probably enjoy listening to him read via an audio book while driving with my kids than actually reading to myself....
Choosing My Name: A ...
posted by DJL
How many names do you have? Puanani Burgess, a young Hawaiian poet, reminds us that we all have more than one name. She does that by describing her multiple names. But hers aren’t simply metaphorical; they represent what it means to live in a richly diverse culture that is strengthened...
Recipe for a Hippopotamus Sandwich: A Poem for Sat...
posted by DJL
Can I just say that in case we are ever tempted to think poetry has to be dry, or serious, or difficult, or intense, or intellectual, or any of the other stuff that usually puts us non-poetry folks off poetry before we actually read any…. Can I just say thank God for Shel Silverstein? Author of The Giving Tree and so many other stories and poems for children and adults, Silverstein reminds us that poetry, at its best, takes a definite number of words and uses them to remind us of the infinite possibilities inherent in language, imagination, and life. Note here – how can you miss it; that’s part of the joke – how Silverstein tries to...
Response: A Poem for...
posted by DJL
I can’t honestly say why I like New Zealand poet Mary Ursula Bethell’s poem “Response” so much. I think it just feels like a post-Easter, spring-is-in-the air kind of poem. Except it’s more than that, too. Because it’s not just that spring is in the air...