Today's poem on Penny's Poetry Blog:
September, by Rebecca Hey
[...]
The hills rejoice, the valleys far and wide
Stand thick with corn, and harvest-songs resound.
The garden its rich dainties scatters round
[...]
https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2022/09/september-rebecca-hey.html
George J. Dance wrote:
Today's poem on Penny's Poetry Blog:
September, by Rebecca Hey
[...]
The hills rejoice, the valleys far and wide
Stand thick with corn, and harvest-songs resound.
The garden its rich dainties scatters round
[...]
https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2022/09/september-rebecca-hey.html
Quite excellent, I am a Hey fan...
On 2022-09-17 11:40 a.m., Zod wrote:
George J. Dance wrote:
Today's poem on Penny's Poetry Blog:
September, by Rebecca Hey
[...]
The hills rejoice, the valleys far and wide
Stand thick with corn, and harvest-songs resound.
The garden its rich dainties scatters round
[...]
https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2022/09/september-rebecca-hey.html
Quite excellent, I am a Hey fan...
I enjoyed your "Heyday" pun last month.
This month her poem worked well. All the poems coming after it (ie, up
top in the archive) are all about the beauties of the season, and I
needed something to transition into Vinograd's 9/11 poem. Hey's sonnet
was the best I could find for the spot. The octet is standard praise of
the month, very much like the poems above it; but the mood changes with
the volta, in the sestet where the first coloring on the leaves remind
the speaker of "Consumption" (tuberculosis), foreshadowing the "wasting
and decay" to come. It was enough to change the mood in the right way.
George J. Dance wrote:
On 2022-09-17 11:40 a.m., Zod wrote:
George J. Dance wrote:
Today's poem on Penny's Poetry Blog:
September, by Rebecca Hey
[...]
The hills rejoice, the valleys far and wide
Stand thick with corn, and harvest-songs resound.
The garden its rich dainties scatters round
[...]
https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2022/09/september-rebecca-hey.html
Quite excellent, I am a Hey fan...
I enjoyed your "Heyday" pun last month.
This month her poem worked well. All the poems coming after it (ie, up
top in the archive) are all about the beauties of the season, and I
needed something to transition into Vinograd's 9/11 poem. Hey's sonnet
was the best I could find for the spot. The octet is standard praise of
the month, very much like the poems above it; but the mood changes with
the volta, in the sestet where the first coloring on the leaves remind
the speaker of "Consumption" (tuberculosis), foreshadowing the "wasting
and decay" to come. It was enough to change the mood in the right way.
Eerie and interesting.
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