Friday, April 15, 2016

Found Poem

  The Wasteland -   I. The Burial of the Dead  - t s elliot

  April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the arch-duke’s,
My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.


April is
breeding lilacs
mixing
memory and desire
A little life
surprised us
a shower of rain
We stopped in the colonnade
Drank coffee
and talked
much of the night



"ellecee"





Today's challenge from Angie
paraphrased here :-)
Write a free verse poem using words
chosen from T S Elliot's "The Wasteland" 
I chose to write a "found Poem"


Day 15




9 comments:

  1. I love how your piece totally changes the mood of Eliot's.

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  2. Love that. It is very like a song

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  3. Oh, this is just lovely. I'd like to be in that picture.

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  4. The mood is so much more the April that I know... such a cup of coffee I'm enjoying right now.

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  5. I love the way you distilled this into a little glimpse of a fresh powerful moment.

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  6. Love how spring swirls two people into connection. Beautiful

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  7. This brings me back to my college days, and what the campus looked and felt like after a good rain. Really wonderful use of the words to create such a simple but clear image.

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  8. I love, love, love personification, so of course, your first two lines grabbed me. I wanted to stay there to contemplate April breeding...but was happy to stop, have coffee and talk. Thanks for this up-beat found poem.

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