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Walking the Poem

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Poems I've memorized

Poems I’ve memorized

This week I recite, Memorizing The Sun Rising by John Donne, by Billy Collins, the poem that inspired last week’s recitation.

When I took on this challenge: memorizing, reciting and recording 52 poems in 2014; I wasn’t certain how I’d go about it. I’d memorized a couple of poems in school, but I wasn’t in theater–accustomed to memorizing lines, and well, I’m not very a disciplined sort.

So, I put together a little ritual on week one and it’s worked very well. First, I write the poem out and then fold it into five portions, a part that I will learn each day. I take it with me on my morning walk and speak it into the countryside to the rhythm of my footfalls. Just as Billy Collins claims,the poem showed no interest in walking by his side, until he’d taken it for a walk, I find it very difficult to internalize a poem without walking with it.

Walking plays a role in much of my creative process. I must walk to find the objects for my art . I do a lot of revision in my head as I’m walking and I carry a small notebook, because I often receive ideas and sometimes entire poems during my perambulations.

It pleased me to read that Billy Collins used, in part, the same method as I, though he doesn’t mention it, I imagine he too, takes a dog with him.

followed only by the plume of her tail

followed only by the plume of her tail

 

Do you have a physical activity that’s integral to your creative process? I’d love to hear about it.

Love Remains the Same

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our sunrise

our sunrise

At Mary Oliver’s suggestion, I’ve been reading poetry from previous centuries: Wordsworth, Coleridge, Yeats. Though I’ve enjoyed some of the poems, I haven’t been moved by them. The thees and thous distracted, the excess of pastoral and chivalrous themes were wearing; until I came upon a poem by Billy Collins about memorizing John Donne’s The Sun Rising. I wasn’t familiar with Donne’s poem, but when I read it, though there were plenty of thees and thous, I was touched by how love does not change, that lovers still feel that —Nothing else is. I decided to memorize it.

What fun I had! I didn’t fully understand some of the poem’s lines until having spoken them several times. I’ve had poems gain meaning after many readings, but never before had a poem revealed through memorization. The rhythms, and subtle rhyme, the grand leaps of vision— learning this poem was a revelation.

Hear it here! I recite, John Donne’s The Sun Rising.

 

 

THE SUN RISING.
by John Donne
 
 

BUSY old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains, call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late school-boys and sour prentices,
Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices ;
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

 
Thy beams so reverend, and strong
Why shouldst thou think?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
But that I would not lose her sight so long.
If her eyes have not blinded thine,
Look, and to-morrow late tell me,
Whether both th’ Indias of spice and mine
Be where thou left’st them, or lie here with me.
Ask for those kings whom thou saw’st yesterday,
And thou shalt hear, “All here in one bed lay.”

 
She’s all states, and all princes I;
Nothing else is;
Princes do but play us; compared to this,
All honour’s mimic, all wealth alchemy.
Thou, Sun, art half as happy as we,
In that the world’s contracted thus;
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that’s done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy center is, these walls thy sphere.
 

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