A Poetry Friday Haiku
From near and from far
Bloggers come to share their poems
It is the round-up
And now for a real poem, by a real poet.
Still I Love to Rhyme
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Still I love to rhyme, and still more, rhyming, to wander
Far from the commoner way;
Old-time trills and falls by the brook-side still do I ponder,
Dreaming to-morrow to-day.
Come here, come, revive me, Sun-God, teach me, Apollo,
Measures descanted before;
Since I ancient verses, I emulous follow,
Prints in the marbles of yore.
Still strange, strange, they sound in old-young raiment invested,
Songs for the brain to forget -
Young song-birds elate to grave old temples benested
Piping and chirruping yet.
Thoughts? No thought has yet unskilled attempted to flutter
Trammelled so vilely in verse;
He who writes but aims at fame and his bread and his butter,
Won with a groan and a curse.
Welcome to the The Poetry Friday Roundup. Thanks to HipWriterMama for showing me how to work Mr. Linky. Leave your name, the specific url of your poetry post, and add a comment on what your poetry submission is all about. Then, pour yourself a glass of wine, and enjoy a Literary Happy Hour. Cheers.
Next week the round-up is at a wrung sponge.
With Father’s Day this weekend Jen Barney, John Mutford, Becky at
There are original poems at a wrung sponge (an Ode to a retired rag doll), Karen Edmisten (a very thoughtful poem by her daughter), Above the Clouds (where Lana G stops off for some coffee), at The Miss Rumphius Effect Tricia was inspired by her trip to
Kimberly at Lectitans celebrates the end of school.
And there is a little Snow White from Akelda the Gleeful.
At Fuse #8 Productions, we have a delightful poem about picky lovers.
At Digital Changeling there's a poem about a Railway Engineer.
And Melissa Wiley’s thoughts turn to the sea and to Walt Whitman.
If a post fit more than one category, I only mentioned it once (there was one post that would have fit in three!)
Edited to add again: Little Willow shares a little Robert Frost.