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Joy Burki-Watson left us another gift recently. But it is buried in the comments of our first post entitled We Begin which was written almost…almost…one year ago. Joy’s efforts certainly deserve more prominence than that. Joy asks for comments…feel free to leave your thoughts below or go to Joy’s Web site

Here is Joy’s post:

I  wanted to leave my poetical tribute for Robert Frost with you to comment on:

A Poet’s Poet (Robert Frost)

Whose words employ keen sense for wait,
Condense clear thought, embody fate?
Then pausing find the mind to share
Adventure’s ride through God’s estate.

With stylish class and natural flair
Keen eye observes and then lays bare
A sense that sates in finer wine,
Compassion’s grace save blinding glare.

A promise made then shared in rhyme
Each milestone laid still marking time.
From woods of snow to climax height
With ceaseless care for upward climb.

‘Tis Frost that warms stark still of night,
Lends wind to wings for lofty flight,
Who takes my days and paints them bright
And all because he paused to write …

© 2008 Joy A. Burki-Watson

Author notes:
My thoughts on a poet’s poet and how their dedication to sharing those silent moments can arouse one’s silent self to walk along.

A contest entry:
“In Honor of Frost” by Jim Berkheiser. 1560 points, ends February 5, 6 entries


Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

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At our April 15 meeting, Karen read us a parody written by Joy Burki-Watson entitled I Pondered ‘Neath My Faceless Shroud. Well, it seems that Joy has discovered the Poets’ Notebook and in doing so left us a present entitled Trees. Check it out. You can contrast it with Joyce Kilmer’s original Trees

Thank you very much Joy. We truly appreciate it!

You can visit Joy’s Web site Way Down Upon. There you will find a poem entitled The Daffodil Field which kind of brings this whole affair full circle since I Pondered ‘Neath My Faceless Shroud is a parody of Wordsworth’s own daffodil poem entitled I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud.

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Our second meeting of poet enthusiasts took place on Sunday, April 15. In the gloom of the rainy afternoon, we sat in a cozy living room sipping tea and tasting some evil and some not-so-evil treats. These are the poems we read, listened to and discussed.

Pablo Neruda (1904-1973) – Chilean-born Nobel Laureate for Literature – bio 

Ode to My Socks read from the book America’s Favorite Poems by Robert Pinsky

Tom Wayman (1945 – ) – bio

Did I Miss Anything? – offered to us tongue in cheek by one who missed our first meeting! Did you miss anything??? No, not with this web site around!

William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850) – bio

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud


Parodies of Wordsworth’s poem

Gordon J.L. Ramel – web site

Daffodils No More – a comment on the fewer numbers of daffodils in England these days.  NOTE: I recently revisited these links and somehow the poem is now called Daffodils Revisited

David Martin (DCDave) web site

I Wandered with a Wrought-up Mind – be sure to click on the link for federal poles. Without it, I’m not sure I would have gotten the meaning.

Joy Burki-Watson

I Pondered ‘Neath My Faceless Shroud – a tribute to the courageous ladies of Afghanistan

Cumbria Tourism

Wordsworth Rap – A hip-hop video version of  I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud…just delightful!

Adrienne Rich (1929 – ) – bio

Storm Warnings

Turning – this isn’t the entire poem, but it is referenced in this NY Times analysis

William Henry Davies (1871-1940) – bio


Thomas Hardy (1840-1928) – bio

The Darkling Thrush

Saliba Sarsar background info

When Peace Becomes The Holy Land

Robert Penn Warren (1905-1989) – bio

Caribou  -this isn’t the entire poem, but it is discussed here

If Snakes Were Blue

Bearded Oaks

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