Tag Archives: Poetry Month

W.S. Merwin as nothing-in-particular

This one has no stitching on it of any kind, but I like it and thought it was a fitting way to end Poetry Month (though if I have time, I may squeeze in Dennis Lee as well): from W. S. Merwin: The Laughing Thrush O nameless joy of the morning tumbling upward note byContinue reading “W.S. Merwin as nothing-in-particular”

Mary Oliver as wall art

Even if you don’t think you like Mary Oliver–even if you think you don’t like poetry–you have almost certainly read one of her poems, and you might even have enjoyed it. Mary Oliver is that most rare of all creatures: a poet who makes a living from poetry. She’s a nature poet with an eyeContinue reading “Mary Oliver as wall art”

Rilke as bookmark

For years, I had these self-help books I dragged around with me through every move. Most of them were gifts (of a sort) from one particular person who shall remain nameless, and they inspired in me an absolute rage; the others, while less rage-inspiring, were quite notable in their absolute inability to help me helpContinue reading “Rilke as bookmark”

Sara Teasdale in needle-book form

I like poetry, a lot. A shelf of my Favourites Bookcase is devoted to poetry books (and there are more in the basement).  I also–as you may have gathered–like sewing and embroidery, a lot. So what better than to combine them? A few years back, I was in need of a needle-book (a fabric bookContinue reading “Sara Teasdale in needle-book form”

happy poetry month

Because it’s the one I have with me, and because it’s been stuck in my head for six months. Like a musical earworm, it demands to be spread … er, shared: Here, in this little Bay Full of tumultuous life and great repose, Where, twice a day, The purposeless, glad ocean comes and goes, UnderContinue reading “happy poetry month”