Lenny Lianne’s Spotlight on Poetry
Thursday, July 20, 2023
Thursday, July 6, 2023
SUMMER AND LOVE
SONNET 18 by Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate;
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed:
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owes;
Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou growest.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Sunday, June 18, 2023
JUNE IS WEDDING MONTH
Here's a poem from my new book, Sunshine Has Its Limits, explaining marriage.
THE MOTHER OF THE BRIDE EXPLAINS THE FACTS
Think of marriage as a lavish
package you are given
on your wedding day.
It arrives, all radiant
gift-wrap and breath-taking
ribbons and bows,
and is so extravagantly
gorgeous you may wish
it would stay that way.
It takes some time to unwrap.
You’re meticulous in trying
to not pull it to pieces.
When you finally finish
with externals, you notice
some assembly is required.
The directions are in disarray
with too much left unsaid
or jumbled, with loose parts.
It’ll take a long while, maybe
a lifetime, to piece together
using the specific ingredients
you were given and very well
might not resemble what
you intended in the first place.
But remember it is a present,
bestowed with the best
intentions, as love always is.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Wednesday, May 17, 2023
MAY-FLOWERS
MAY-FLOWERS
by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
Pink, small and punctual,
Aromatic, low,
Covert in April,
Candid in May,
Dear to the moss,
Known by the knoll,
Next to the robin
In every soul.
Bold little beauty,
Bedecked with thee,
Nature forswears
Antiquity.
Saturday, May 6, 2023
Tunisian poet
I visited TUNISIA in late-March and April. While in the city of Tozeur, I met a fellow poet. Her name is SOUAD KHCHIM.
I'm pleased to share one of her poems, translated into English by Dr. Abdellatif Ben Halima:
LOVE
When you loved me,
trees had more leaves
and the morning dew appeared
with the light of the sun
and the light of the moon.
When you loved me,
every bird found for itself a nest
and every butterfly a flower.
Palaces found their
kings and life its meaning.
When you loved me,
my heart started to beat
and my lips had a fire in them
and my bosom yielded nothing
but tenderness.
It is your tenderness that gives more
life to my life
and that resurrects me into
an antelope that springs in the desert,
an ever-blossoming flower that knows
no other season but Spring!
Thursday, April 20, 2023
Shakespeare's wife, Anne Hathaway
William Shakespeare was born on April 23, 1564 and died in 1616 on the same day in April as his birth.
He married Anne Hathaway in November of 1582. He was 18 and she was 26 and pregnant with their first child (Suzanna). The average age of marriage for a woman was 26. William, being 18, was considered a minor and had to have Anne's father's consent to marry. Suzanna was born six months after the wedding. Three years later Anne gave birth to twins, Hamnet and Judith. Anne and William remained married until his death.
His will of March 25, 1616, a month before he died, states that he left her the second-best bed (with its bedding and curtains). This was not a slight. The second-best bed was the marriage bed, the best bed being reserved for guests.
Here is Carol Anne Duffy's poem,"Anne Hathaway."
ANNE HATHAWAY
'Item I gyve unto my wife my second best bed...'
(from Shakespeare's will)
The bed we loved in was a spinning word
of forests, castles, torchlight, clifftops, seas
where he would dive for pearls. My lover's words
were shooting stars which fell to earth as kisses
on these lips; my body now a softer rhyme
to his, now echo, assonance; his touch
a verb dancing in the centre of a noun.
Some nights, I dreamed he'd written me, the bed
a page beneath his writer's hands. Romance
and drama played by touch, by scent, by taste.
In the other bed, the best, our guests dozed on,
dribbling their prose. My living laughing love -
I hold him in the casket of my widow's head
as he held me upon that next best bed.
by Carol Anne Duffy
from The World's Wife (1999)
Carol Anne Duffy is former Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom.
Thursday, April 6, 2023
MY NEW BOOK
My new book, Sunshine Has Its Limits is here!
This collection of poems tells the story of a couple's journey, from the exhilaration of first attraction, through marriage and its daily rituals, to the final disenchantment. In the end, one partner accepts the other's estrangement and begins to triumph in self-awareness in this new world.
Here are two of the poems from my book:
UNRULY ACCRUALS
The same month as the canister
vacuum cleaner dies, she claims
the refrigerator needs replacing.
His comeback is a mischievous grin
with "Does this marriage merit
a second generation of appliances?"
Her relaxed laugh and smile make plain
her disbelief that the usefulness of their
devices is what holds the two together.
Throughout those unruly accruals,
she can count on what persists,
their uncontrived delight in each other,
like some self-evident truth
that becomes its own affirmation.
Lenny Lianne
from Sunshine Has Its Limits (Kelsey Books, 2023)
NEITHER PERFECT NOR CONSTANT
Outside her window, a winter wind
batters bushes and leafless branches
of the silver oaks. In the sky,
the Little Dipper, that looked level
in autumn, appears on its side
as though knocked over, its contents gone.
Who cares what's been lost,
what's never our to keep?
she asks of no one
but the wordless universe
which, itself, is neither perfect
nor constant. Like snow,
which overnight conceals
the hardened ground. Her world
it seems is changing clothes
and character. Each incidental
flake drops in the down-
draft, full of flight and fall,
while a chilly quietness grips the air,
like a familiar after shave.
Lenny Lianne
from Sunshine Has Its Limits (Kelsay Books, 2023)
My book is available at
Kelsaybooks.com
and
on Amazon.
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