Poem-A-Day


On Sunday’s I’ve been posting poetry written by my mother-in-law, Bettie Lou, for the past nine months. Writing poetry was a form of therapy after losing her husband and then her youngest son in 1985.

Since I’ve posted all of the poetry she’s written, I decided to share a site where poetry lovers can subscribe to receive a Poem-A-Day. Subscribers receive a poem by email daily. Unpublished works by contemporary poets, as well as classical and historic poems are included in the Poem-A-Day emails.

Rondeau, by Jessie Redmon Fauset, was the Poem-A-Day for April 19th, 2014.

Rondeau

by Jessie Redmon Fauset

When April’s here and meadows wide

Once more with spring’s sweet growths are pied

I close each book, drop each pursuit,

And past the brook, no longer mute,

I joyous roam the countryside.

Look, here the violets shy abide

And there the mating robins hide—

How keen my sense, how acute,

When April’s here!

And list! down where the shimmering tide

Hard by that farthest hill doth glide,

Rise faint strains from shepherd’s flute,

Pan’s pipes and Berecyntian lute.

Each sight, each sound fresh joys provide

When April’s here.

– Source: Poets.org; Poem-A-Day; April 19, 2014.

Rondeau

by Jessie Redmon Fauset

When April's here and meadows wide 
Once more with spring's sweet growths are pied 
    I close each book, drop each pursuit, 
    And past the brook, no longer mute, 
I joyous roam the countryside.

Look, here the violets shy abide 
And there the mating robins hide—
    How keen my sense, how acute, 
      When April's here!

And list! down where the shimmering tide 
Hard by that farthest hill doth glide, 
    Rise faint strains from shepherd's flute, 
    Pan's pipes and Berecyntian lute. 
Each sight, each sound fresh joys provide 
      When April's here.

– See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/23953#sthash.WsbJBQIP.dpuf

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