Featured Poem – i like your body

April 9, 2014 at 9:02 pm | Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment
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To celebrate National Poetry Month, Morton College Library is featuring poems by a variety of poets. Today’s featured poem was selected by our librarian, Karen. For more information on e.e. cummings you can check out his biography at the poetry foundation.

 

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which I will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh…And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you quite so new

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Featured Poem – Tears

April 2, 2014 at 2:15 pm | Posted in Poetry | 1 Comment
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To celebrate National Poetry Month, Morton College Library is featuring poems by a variety of poets. Today’s featured poem was selected by our librarian, Karen. For more information on Maya Aneglou you can go to Maya Aneglou’s Website or search the catalog for more poetry.

Tears

By Maya Angelou

Tears

The crystal rags

Viscous tatters

of a worn-through soul

Moans

Deep Swan song

Blue farewell

of a dying dream.

Happy National Poetry Month

April 1, 2014 at 8:21 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment
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To celebrate National Poetry Month, Morton College Library is featuring poems by a variety of poets. Today’s featured poem was selected by our librarian, Veronica. For more information on Y.B. Yeats you can go to poets.org or search the catalog for more poetry.

When You are Old

by W. B. Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

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