Mary Oliver - August
When the blackberries hang
swollen in the woods, in the brambles
nobody owns, I spend
all day among the high
my ripped arms, thinking
of nothing, cramming
the black honey of summer
into my mouth; all day my body
accepts what it is. In the dark
creeks that run by there is
this thick paw of my life darting among
the black bells, the leaves; there is
this happy tongue.
the best way to learn how to write good poetry is to read a lot of it, and spend time analyzing why it is good. Mary Oliver one the pulitzer for the collection that this from. Analyze her use of figurative language. A good metaphor is like a good melody, it catches instantly, and remain persistently in your memory. It evokes a mood adds color. Most people dont have synesthesia, but our minds do at some level intermingle the sense. Different words have different "colors" and different melodies. Everything on the page should be in harmony. Try modeling Olivers use of figurative language and her meter. Notice how she breaks the syntatic units(enjambment). What effect does this have on the color of the feel of poem?
Wow. This is beautifully written. I love the imagery in this piece. It's like I can picture everything in my head. This poem also has a lot of truth to it. Very well written. I enjoyed it very much. Thanks for sharing.
You capture an age old truth very well - I think the first stanza could stand all on it's own. Your diction get's a little choppy in the last two stanza's, but you still manage to get your point your across without it sounding forced. I like it.
I like the rain imagery, something I often do myself. This was a very beautifully written peace, lots of good words at work here. You set up a lot excellent images that do help to express the message of the poem perfectly.
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A little mind taking in the world and putting it down into words; every thought, every wonder---are all just fascinating in their own way.
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