Celebrating Poetry in April: 18. The Sonnet by Maggie Bruner

Good afternoon! For today’s sonnet, I’ve selected American poet Maggie Bruner, who was born in 1886 and died in 1971. This is, I believe, the only sonnet she published. It is a simple statement of love for cats and how that love transcends life on this earth.

Without further ado, “Sonnet,” by Maggie Bruner.

The Sonnet, by Maggie Bruner

There have been many cats I loved and lost,
And most of them were of the mongrel breed;
Stray felines have a mighty power to plead,
Especially when chilled by snow and frost.
No matter if by cares I am engrossed,
Somehow I feel that I should intercede,
They seem so much like human folk in need–
Like waifs by winds of hardship roughly tossed.

I think that I should not be satisfied
In heaven with harps and wings and streets of gold,
If I should hear by chance a noise outside
Like some lost kitten crying in the cold,–
How could Saint Peter think my act a sin
If I should tiptoe out and let it in?

Celebrating Poetry in April: 17. The Woods by Fanny Kemble

Good evening, all. It was absolutely wonderful to reconnect with my students this week. I am so glad that we are back in session as we venture to the end of the school year together.

Tonight’s sonnet is by the British poet and actress Fanny Kemble. It’s a love sonnet (of course), and it celebrates a love with nature that we all can appreciate.

Without further ado, “The Woods,” by Fanny Kemble.

The Woods

Cover me with your everlasting arms,–
Ye guardian giants of this solitude!–
From the ill-sight of men, and from the rude
Tumultuous din of yon wild world’s alarms!
Oh, knit your mighty limbs around, above,
And close me in for ever! let me dwell
With the wood spirits, in the darkest spell
That ever with your verdant locks ye wove.

The air is full of countless voices, joined
In one eternal hymn; the whispering wind,
The shuddering leaves, the hidden water springs,
The work-song of the bees, whose honeyed wings
Hang in the golden tresses of the lime,
Or buried lie in purple beds of thyme.


Celebrating Poetry in April: 16. When I Have Fears by John Keats

Hi, everyone.

Today’s poem is by John Keats, an English Romantic poet who lived a very short life (a mere 25 years), yet his contributions are many as a poet. The sonnet I’ve selected to read to you today is another favorite of mine: “When I Have Fears.”

Enjoy! as always……………….vw

When I Have Fears, by John Keats

When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripen’d grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;–then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

Celebrating Poetry in April: 15. “The New Colossus” by Emma Lazarus

Greetings, all: Today’s sonnet was written by Emma Lazarus, an American author and poet who lived from 1849 to 1887. It’s a famous one, for sure, as a few of its lines are inscribed on a plaque at the base of the Statue of Liberty, and they have been cited frequently by individuals fighting for the rights of others who have been suppressed or marginalized.

Without further ado, “The New Colossus,” by Emma Lazarus.

THE NEW COLOSSUS by Emma Lazarus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.”
Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Celebrating Poetry in April: 13. Shelley’s “To Wordsworth”

Hello! Today’s sonnet is by Percy Bysshe Shelley, titled “To Wordsworth.”

Everything about this poem seems like it is a celebration of life of the late poet, but Shelley wrote his poem in 1816, and William Wordsworth lived for another 30 years following the death of Shelley in 1822. So why the faux posthumous ode?

Shelley was so angry at Wordsworth for what he saw as an “abandonment of his ideals” in his later works, so Shelley decided to mock his change by citing his own works in this sonnet, throwing them in the still-living face of Wordsworth in a lament of the “passing” of the more idealized and youthful Wordsworth.

Sonnets aren’t all about love, apparently. 😉

Enjoy “To Wordsworth,” by Percy Bysshe Shelley.


Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know
That things depart which never may return:
Childhood and youth, friendship and love’s first glow,
Have fled like sweet dreams, leaving thee to mourn.
These common woes I feel. One loss is mine
Which thou too feel’st, yet I alone deplore.
Thou wert as a lone star, whose light did shine
On some frail bark in winter’s midnight roar:
Thou hast like to a rock-built refuge stood
Above the blind and battling multitude:
In honored poverty thy voice did weave
Songs consecrate to truth and liberty,–
Deserting these, thou leave’st me to grieve,
Thus having been, that thou should’st cease to be.

Celebrating Poetry in April: 12. Edmund Spenser, Easter

Greetings, all:

Tonight, I share with you a sonnet by the English Poet, Edmund Spenser (1552-1599), best known for his epic poem, “The Faerie Queene.”

This sonnet is titled “Easter,” and follows, aptly so, the Spenserian form that is the least popular sonnet form, behind the Petrarchan and Shakespearean forms.  In this, the Spenserian form, the rhyme scheme is ABAB BCBC CDCD with the EE couplet at the end.

Without further ado, here is “Easter,” by Edmund Spenser.

MOST glorious Lord of Lyfe! that, on this day,
Didst make Thy triumph over death and sin;
And, having harrowd hell, didst bring away
Captivity thence captive, us to win:

This joyous day, deare Lord, with joy begin;
And grant that we, for whom thou diddest dye,
Being with Thy deare blood clene washt from sin,
May live for ever in felicity!

And that Thy love we weighing worthily,
May likewise love Thee for the same againe;
And for Thy sake, that all lyke deare didst buy,
With love may one another entertayne!

So let us love, deare Love, lyke as we ought,
Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.

Celebrating Poetry in April: 9. Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s Sonnet XVIII

Happy Thursday, everyone.

Today is April 9th of National Poetry Month, and I’ve decided to return to the sonnets of Elizabeth Barrett Browning; I’ve selected Sonnet XVIII for today’s reading.

I like the parallels with Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights, as well as William Faulkner’s “A Rose For Emily.” Elizabeth’s sonnet, however, zooms in on the loss of innocence associated with the lock of hair. This is most certainly one of those sonnets that, upon returning ten times to it, you will find 20 new interpretations and meanings to Elizabeth’s carefully selected words.

Without Further Ado: Sonnet XVIII by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

Celebrating Poetry in April: 8. Christopher Brennan’s Summer Noon

Happy Wednesday, everyone!

Today’s sonnet comes from Australian poet Christopher Brennan (1870-1932). It’s in English, or Shakespearean, form, and is filled with alliteration, assonance, and anaphora. 🙂

Enjoy! 🙂 I’m digging deep to offer a blend of the biggies with the lesser-known poets. 🙂

as always……………….rvw

Celebrating Poetry in April: 7. Wordsworth’s Beauteous Evening

Happy Tuesday, everyone. It’s Day 7 of National Poetry Month.

Today’s sonnet is from William Wordsworth (yay!). It was written in 1802, and as I explain before I read the sonnet, it celebrates, quietly, the ceaseless existence of beauty in nature, accessible to us even when we are not yet ready to receive it.

Enjoy. 🙂

as always………………rvw

Celebrating Poetry in April: 6. Shakespeare’s Sonnet 98

Greetings, everyone.

This is one of my favorites (though I feel like I keep saying that about every sonnet that I read). Truth is, I’m a Shakespeare nut, so maybe all 154 are favorites…

Anyway, today’s reading is Sonnet 98, another appropriate choice for our days of isolation as we stay close together…at a distance.

Without further ado…. Sonnet 98.