Welcome to the One Page Poetry Circle at St. Agnes Branch Library! OPPC_20150310_Matador

We met on March 10th to discuss poetry involving the color red. We had never chosen a color as a theme before and didn’t know how it would turn out. Some people found it difficult to select a poem, but we loved the poems read.

Abigail began with Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s “Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal” which involves a Victorian, and therefore subtle, depiction of passion as represented by the crimson petal, “Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves/A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.”

Roger read “Alone” by Edgar Allan Poe describing an adult looking back on his earlier self, “From childhood’s hour I have not been/As others were—I have not seen/As others saw.” Poe sees the demon from the red cliff while others see the blue of Heaven.

Gail read Anne Stevenson’s “To My Daughter in a Red Coat,” “You come so fast, so fast./You violate the past,/My daughter, as your coat dances.” Stevenson depicts the whirl of the coat against a background of fallen brown leaves and old women on park benches.

Anne read Marcia F. Brown’s “Pomegranate” with its sensual description of the inside of the luscious fruit: “near-pulsing jewels—a red/like blood or love/that suddenly exists/for you alone.”

Ellen read Roald Dahl’s “Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf.” In this version of the fairy tale the heroine ends up in quite different apparel, “No silly hood upon her head./She said, ‘Hello, and do please note/My lovely furry wolfskin coat.’”

Ralda read “She at His Funeral” by Thomas Hardy in which the female narrator watches others at her sweetheart’s funeral in proper funeral attire, “But they stand round with griefless eye,/Whilst my regret consumes like fire!”

AnnaLee completed the circle with Linda Hogan’s “The History of Red,” which takes us on a journey of multiple creations using images of the primordial color red, “and then the human clay/whose blood we still carry/rose up in us/who remember caves with red bison/painted in their own blood./after their kind.”

Larry posted Gillian Clarke’s “The Rothko Room” on our blog. This poem describes the effect of the paintings in this museum where “The Indian keeper nods to sleep, marooned/in a trapezium of black on red.”

We look forward to reading and discussing your selections for our next program, Lyric, on April 14th. Bring a friend and widen the circle!

Spring Schedule:

April 14: Lyric Poetry
May 12: Poetry and Health

Abigail Burnham Bloom and
AnnaLee Wilson

The One Page Poetry Circle is sponsored by the New York Public Library and is open to all. St. Agnes Branch Library is handicap accessible.