april

april

A Poem by Lydia Shutter
"

it's almost here...my favorite month

"


breakfast is a bowl of dreams

swimming in the milk of fantasy

my fingers dance gathering lyrical rosebuds

april knows it’s her time

the calendar page is turned

and with her usual punctuality she comes to call

winter’s whispered sadness fades

springtime kisses my cheek

spaces of silence are now filled with mellifluous birdsongs

cool ceramic tile welcomes my bare feet

the day bends back to memories of long ago aprils

smiling words sway to the rhythm

certainly T.S. Eliot did her an injustice

april is not the cruelest month

© 2015 Lydia Shutter


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Dear Lydia

I was led to your poetry, given its merits, by another who shall remain nameless.

I picked this piece to review after scanning many others.

Why personally?

a. Spring is my favourite time of year too; and
b. I like your reference to T.S. Eliot and 'The Wasteland'

amongst other things.

I often do a structured analysis of poetry in review before giving the writer my emotional reaction.

At times, I will do stream of consciousness reviews, particularly with short prose or if a poem merits it.

I try to vary my tone.

But at times I end up with the same structured reaction you are about to get here.

Let's go.

1) Form: 14 lines. A sonnet?
2) Rhyme: Virtually none. Shakespeare always had fixed rhyme in his sonnets of 14 lines.
3) Rhythm: There are no constant, whereas Shakespeare used Iambic Pentameter

In 1 to 3,does any of this really matter? Not at all. I don't think you are not trying to copy anyone. If you are let me know. You are just writing as you wish to I think. Bravo. Your own style? Free verse with no punctuation.

4) Use of English: Simple. You use no complex words. It befits your topic.

5) Metaphor / simile: Ah now here is where you get into your own. You use it effectively. These are my favourite lines from the poem and my one example:

Your opening lines are designed to fascinate:

'breakfast is a bowl of dreams
swimming in the milk of fantasy
my fingers dance gathering lyrical rosebuds'

6) Meaning: Simple. Spring is your favourite season as it is mine. It is both rebirth and new beginnings. It presages the warm days of summer. Yet summer presages the decline into death and winter is death itself, where the return of Spring feels at times a faint hope.

7) Emotional impact on me? Major. Your topic calms me and lulls me in the way it is written.

8) Analogy: And so we get to T.S. Eliot's 'The Wasteland'.

It starts with the epigraph:

“Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi
in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent:Σι�™υλλα
τι θελεις; respondebat illa:αποθανειν θελω.”

Translation?

"I saw with my own eyes the Sibyl at Cumae hanging in a cage, and when the boys said to her: “Sibyl, what do you want?” she answered: “I want to die.”

It then divides into 5 sections where the first is 'The burial of the dead'. The first line is the one you quote and here are the first few lines in context:

'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'

In these lines he tries to cover feelings about Spring, Summer and Winter.

This by far Eliot's best known and most complex poem where he keeps on referring to writers in times gone by in different languages.

There are as many readers as there are versions of understanding of why 'April is the cruellest month'.

Perhaps the most cogent I have heard of Eliot relates to the epigraph, and I quote:

' Refer to the epigraph from the Sibyl in Eliot's "The Wasteland." To a woman who was granted eternal life but forgot to ask for eternal youth, April would be the cruellest month. It would mark the coming of a new year, a chance for all of earth's creatures to be reborn and face all the joys of the upcoming spring.
But not for the Sibyl. She must rot away inside her cage, watching the snow melt and knowing that in 365 days it will melt again. There is no escape from the cycle; she can not leave The Round. Shrouded in despair, the Sibyl laments, "April is the cruellest month."

Frankly it matters little what Eliot meant by April. There is the greater simplicity you mean. March but above April are the start of Spring. Life begins again as you put it:

'winter’s whispered sadness fades
springtime kisses my cheek
spaces of silence are now filled with mellifluous birdsongs'

You have to appreciate that as a writer you will always get a different reaction depending on the reader. There is no generic reader. The writer is always in conversation with one person at a time, the one with the book in their hands or the laptop on their knees.

You have just hit a singular reader, as unique as the next.

You stimulate in me emotions and thought processes that others may not have.

But every writer MUST allow the reader their own reaction to and interpretation of their writing.

Now you've had mine.

9) Conclusion: Well written. You stirred my imagination with this delicate piece of poetry.

I hope you find this helpful in many ways, but above all as the power of the pen to make a single reader think.

With my kindest regards

James

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

9 Years Ago

James, I thank you for your in depth review. No, I am not sticking to any particular style. I some.. read more
James Hanna-Magill

9 Years Ago

Pax tecum.
Lydia Shutter

9 Years Ago

And with you as well.



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So beautiful my dear! Crafted in exquisite style and poetic loveliness. The opening line is a fabulous "hook" and the metaphor is brilliant. (breakfast is a bowl of dreams) Bravo! ~Sharon

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

9 Years Ago

Thank you, Sharon. May today be one filled with dream fulfillment for you. Lydi**
Miss Sharon

9 Years Ago

You are welcome my very special friend! ~Sharon
i agree, what the heck was T.S. thinking?

no cruelty to the blossoms that are all around us in April...

jacob

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

9 Years Ago

Thanks for being my first reviewer on this one! Lydi**

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