Hello my little bargain hunters! Our List this week is taken from a rather interesting source--Immortal Poems of the English Language, Oscar Wiliams editor. It's copyright 1952 originally, but my paperback edition is from the 24th printing, in 1970. I chose words from poems by Yeats, Auden, Frost, Eliot, and numerous others.
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Even our unhoused friend can afford Immortal Poems. |
I bought it at a used book store for 50 cents, an absolute age ago. (It's original brand-new price was a whopping 95 cents!) This set me to thinking. Your average current potboiler will set you back 25 dollars or so, while Immortal Poems of the English Language was got for half a dollar. (Full disclosure: I just checked it on Thriftbooks.com and they want $8.39 for it in "acceptable" condition. Mine is falling apart after decades of constant use but I got my fifty pennies worth!) This says something about the value placed on poetry in our modern world, as opposed to mere entertainment, I think. I am far too humble and witless to say exactly what, however. I am shy. Demure. I can hear all of you snickering, so straighten up and fly right, you lot!
Anyway, rabble, what we do here is to use at least 3 of the 20 words provided in a new, original poem of our own. Then simply link up, visit others, and then settle down with Immortal Poems and a nice beverage of your choice. Coffee, double cream for me, please. This prompt remains active through Saturday.
And Now, your List!
animals
craves
deep
dripping
eaten
epitaph
fabric
fish
genuine
guts
heaps
hello
hollow
hour
mirror
names
she-wolf
shrine
skies
sphere
I feel confident that I can predict one of the words that Sherry will use!
Flying right now! To London! (But am I indeed flying right? Righty ho!)
ReplyDeleteThis is qbit, in case that wasn't obvious!
DeleteThey lost me when they stopped serving the fish and chips in newspaper.
DeleteYes, tragic.
DeleteI love book finds like that - thank you for sharing - Jae
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure, and I love your poem, Jae.
DeleteMine is not and will never be an immortal poem, but no fish, poets or animals were harmed during creation.
ReplyDeleteI would expect no less of you, my BFF, than to be kind to the animals. Your poem left me smiling.
DeleteYou are so right! I can see her!!
ReplyDeleteThere's no immortal in my poetry except the internet may never day and mine will be somewhere in the attic.
ReplyDeleteCoffee with double cream sounds just the thing.
ReplyDeleteForgive my entry: it's just the immortal, all-too-mortal Barbie and Ken having a metacrisis again.
ReplyDeleteOK, squeaked one in...
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