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  • 2016 national poetry day

    forward arts foundation

    thursday 6 october

    idea book

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    about the day National Poetry Day is about promoting the enjoyment, discovery and sharing of poetry. Got a message you want to give someone? We encourage you to “say it with a poem.” This little book gives you great poems—plus 5 ideas for where to leave your messages.

    Use the hashtags #nationalpoetryday and #sayitwithapoem to share your celebration activities.

    Twitter: @poetrydayuk Instagram: nationalpoetryday

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  • idea1 voicemail poem message

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    Two Cures for Love

    1 Don’t see him. Don’t phone or write a letter. 2 The easy way: get to know him better.

    —Wendy Cope, from 100 Prized Poems Twenty-five years of the Forward Books, Faber & Faber, 2016, reproduced by kind permission of the publisher

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    Apology

    Forgive me, love, for almost enjoying your nightmare, the one where I had disappeared or been taken, or left. A dream so clear you woke me calling my name—your nickname for me, a single crushed syllable—from whatever dark plane you were trapped in until I shook you from it.

    Of all the ways I love my name on your voice— traveling up from our kitchen or study on some practical, fact-finding mission

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    dutiful as a carrier pigeon, or on the far end of a phone, or in the last, long, impractical motions of desire—I think I liked it best

    breaking my sleep that night, for what more could I ask from my life than to be wanted like that? And when I let myself be found, and you clung to me selflessly, shaking, and told me the dream, I almost wished that I were lost, that you might look for me.

    —Chelsea Rathburn, from A Raft of Grief, Autumn House Press, 2013, reproduced by kind permission of the author

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    idea 2 mirror

    poem message

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    Mirror

    Hold me to the mirror light and make my meaning clear. The world reverses left to right when I am there, not here.

    —Rachel Rooney, 2016, reproduced by kind permission of the author

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    Leda

    My sister tells a story about a swan and a jeweled strand. I have never thought of myself as a bird before. A heron stabs after the half moon among the current, then lifts off, carving into the horizon. The sea shirs the sand where my foot rests. Caught in the mirror, her daughter blooms pale, hung from the morning like a pearl pendant.

    —Anne M. Doe Overstreet, from Delicate Machinery Suspended, T. S. Poetry Press, 2011, reproduced by kind permission of the publisher

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    idea 3 door

    poem message

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  • n a t i o n a l p o e t r y d a y . c o . u kMystery of Doors

    Every jammed door has its trick how much pressure to apply where to push, just so, how deep at what angle to jiggle, pull out

    So, too, with the apparently difficult doors of opportunity that stubbornly balk at all rattling yet suddenly yield at the key moment.

    —Yahia Lababidi, from Balancing Acts, Press 53, 2016, reproduced by kind permission of the author

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  • n a t i o n a l p o e t r y d a y . c o . u kFrom a Window

    Up here, with June, the sycamore throws Across the window a whispering screen;

    I shall miss the sycamore more, I suppose, Than anything else on this earth that is out in green.

    But I mean to go through the door without fear, Not caring much what happens here

    When I’m away:— How green the screen is across the panes

    Or who goes laughing along the lanes With my old lover all summer day.

    —Charlotte Mew, public domain

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    idea 4 pillow poem message

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  • n a t i o n a l p o e t r y d a y . c o . u kCloudberries

    You give me cloudberry jam from Lapland, Bog amber, snow-line titbits, scrumptious Cloudberries sweetened slowly by the cold, And costly enough for cloudberry wars (Diplomatic wars, my dear).

    Imagine us Among the harvesters, keeping our distance In sphagnum fields on the longest day When dawn and dusk like frustrated lovers Can kiss, legend has it, once a year. Ah, Kisses at our age, cloudberry kisses.

    —Michael Longley, from 100 Prized Poems Twenty-five years of the Forward Books, Faber & Faber, 2016, reproduced by kind permission of the publisher

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    Bright Star

    Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night

    And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,

    The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,

    Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—

    No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillow‘d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,

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    To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,

    Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

    —John Keats, public domain

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    idea 5 vehicle poem message

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    Home Thoughts

    The airmail from India, a weatherbeaten blue, with wax marks from the candle you had used to write by reached me. You write that reach is what travellers there do rather than arrive being more respectful to the gods of place. For years your letters from around the world have kept on reaching me wherever I’m hunched beside an atlas and a lamp. When you last saw me I was living in a room across the road from but a floor below

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    the room we used to share ten years ago. Only kindness stopped you saying it took me quite some time to cross that road; and looking from my window I expect to see myself looking out to where in ten years time I’ll be looking back again to see...the last things you mention are the Parsee towers of silence where the dead are left for vultures to attend. I warm to that. It sort of brings things home.

    —Jamie McKendrick, from 100 Prized Poems Twenty-five years of the Forward Books, Faber & Faber, 2016, reproduced by kind permission of the publisher

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    Travelling This is the spot:—how mildly does the sun Shine in between the fading leaves! the air In the habitual silence of this wood Is more than silent: and this bed of heath, Where shall we find so sweet a resting-place? Come!—let me see thee sink into a dream Of quiet thoughts,—protracted till thine eye Be calm as water when the winds are gone And no one can tell whither.—my sweet friend! We two have had such happy hours together That my heart melts in me to think of it.

    —William Wordsworth, public domain

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