When I was 9 years old my parents bought me The Golden Treasury of Poetry by Louis Untermeyer.
The treasury was a selection of more than 400 poems, written through every great period of English Literature, from Chaucer and Shakespeare to Ogden Nash and T.S. Eliot. It became a favourite pet, following me everywhere. At night- time I would sneak it under the bed covers and read the poems by torchlight till the early hours.
Forty-five years on the book is still with me, in pristine condition, and I am once again enjoying reading childhood favourites like Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s, Paul Revere’s Ride and The Courtship of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo by Edward Lear.
Looking back, it was this book that started my passion for poetry; a love affair that has been like any long-term relationship, full of laughter, tears and long periods where we haven’t spoken.
Over the years I have fallen in and out of love with poetry, and poets too many to mention. I have collected poetry books, gotten rid of them only to buy them again, but this book is the one that has remained in the fold since 1972.
I don’t know why it became a favourite and why it has survived so long. What I do know is it started a love for poetry still burning in me to this day.
What started or inspired your love and passion for poetry? Was it a particular book, poet, poem or situation that lit the fire?
I’d love to hear your stories.
Summer is officially over in the UK.
Writing this blog and looking out of the poetry den window, the leaves and vines on the trees are beginning to lose their summer green and turn yellow. The lavender bushes are in their final bloom and bees are collecting the last remnants of pollen.
Autumn is a wonderful season, cushioning the warmth of summer into the cold of winter. It has influenced many poets and poems. Some of my favourite Autumn poems include, To Autumn by John Keats; Matsuo Basho’s Haiku – Autumn Moonlight and Autumn Journal by Louis MacNeice.
In 2000 I spent three weeks in New England during The Fall. Driving through the woods and forests of Maine, Vermont and New Hampshire, shrouded in red, brown, yellow and gold is an experience still vivid in my memory. There is something magical about the energy in the autumn transformation that makes you want to pick up a pen and get musing.
Gold and brown leaves fall.
Shadows at dusk lengthen as
A winter sleep nears.
If you want to read more poetry about Autumn, then the site at Famous Poets and Poems has a good selection.
What inspires your poetry in the Autumn months? Do you have a favourite poem describing Autumn?
I would be pleased to read your thoughts.
For the Word-High July Prompts of Filipino Words hosted by A Reading Writer.
Likha (v.) To create something through intelligence and skill.