Sunday, April 17, 2011

SCREAMING Children and Dances with the Daffodils

 This month at Scrap that Poetry' I was asked to be the Guest DT for the month, Which I'm just over the moon about :) If you would like to see me in the spotlight you can get to STP from here. We have two poems this month.....

AND from next month....
STP are changing the challenge blog slightly!
They will only be posting one challenge for the entire month beginning in May.

The first is.........Challenge #38

Calmly We Walk Through This April's Day
by Delmore Schwartz

Calmly we walk through this April's day,
Metropolitan poetry here and there,
In the park sit pauper and rentier,
The screaming children, the motor-car
Fugitive about us, running away,
Between the worker and the millionaire
Number provides all distances,
It is Nineteen Thirty-Seven now,
Many great dears are taken away,
What will become of you and me
(This is the school in which we learn...)
Besides the photo and the memory?
(...that time is the fire in which we burn.)
(This is the school in which we learn...)
What is the self amid this blaze?
What am I now that I was then
Which I shall suffer and act again,
The theodicy I wrote in my high school days
Restored all life from infancy,
The children shouting are bright as they run
(This is the school in which they learn . . .)
Ravished entirely in their passing play!
(...that time is the fire in which they burn.)
Avid its rush, that reeling blaze!
Where is my father and Eleanor?
Not where are they now, dead seven years,
But what they were then?
No more? No more?
From Nineteen-Fourteen to the present day,
Bert Spira and Rhoda consume, consume
Not where they are now (where are they now?)
But what they were then, both beautiful;
Each minute bursts in the burning room,
The great globe reels in the solar fire,
Spinning the trivial and unique away.
(How all things flash! How all things flare!)
What am I now that I was then?
May memory restore again and again
The smallest color of the smallest day:
Time is the school in which we learn,
Time is the fire in which we burn.
Here is my take, I used the words 'SCREAMING Children' and added will not be tolerated.
As soon as I saw those words I just wanted to do a page showcasing screaming children and added....'will not be tolerated'.
All the screaming children have been adopted from the internet lol.
The next poem is...Challenge #39

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Here is my take on the poem...

I used the last line ...'and dances with the daffodils' from the poem I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud by William Wordsworth

I used a watercolor pic of children holding hands and dancing in a field of daffodils. I loved this poem so I added the full poem and added the poem title and poet in the lonely little cloud at the top left hand side.


1 comment:

  1. Wow you are SO clever Shazza!!
    Both those LO's are have picked such interesting parts & used them so well!!

    Better check out the guest DT, hadn't I??