Make Time for Poetry!

 

03Looking forward to Love and Other Strangers with the students and faculty of ASA College in Manhattan. Readings will include Shakespearean sonnets in Russian, a selection from “Viente Poemas de Amor” by Chilean poet Pablo Neruda, a group recitation of “Giving Tree” and many original poetic passages by both our English Composition and ESL writers.

Today’s event will be between 3-5 in Room 935 at the Herald Square campus. Feel free to listen, read, stay for refreshments or just pop in to share a few literary minutes with us.

 

8 comments

  • Asumi

    Will be there at 4:30 !

  • Basanta Raj Pudasaini

    He was right here when the beer was cold
    And the days were gold….
    He was here when the autum wind blowed….
    And the silver mountain glowed….

    Now that the beer is cold no more….
    Without him the days are gold no more….
    Now that the autumn winds blows no more…
    Without him the silver mountain glow no more…..
    Now that he is gone….nothing makes sense anymore….
    Now that he is gone forever….the songs will never be the same anymore….

    Its 8 am and I’m already on my 10th JD
    No whiskey can wash his memories down
    The guy at the other end of the bar says
    ‘Let it go man,he aint here no more…
    I glare at him before he’s finished.
    I know the smell of the dirt that buried him is still around….

    He was right here when the beer was cold…
    And the days were gold….
    He was right here when the autumn wind blowed
    When the silver mountain glowed….
    I screamed to him that he hasn’t gone
    He is there,sleeping in the depths of deathly hollow
    Still wide awake in my memories….

    Now he done call ma folks at home…
    They come rushing,say ‘it aint okay no more’
    They say ‘I gotta let it all go’
    ‘All the drinks in the world wouldn’t kill ma pain’
    But I don’t drink to kill the pain
    He done gone in a one way lane
    I only drink to numb the pain

    Because…
    He was right here when the beer was cold……
    And the days were gold…..
    Because….
    He was here when the autumn wind blowed
    And the silver mountain glowed….

  • emerwin77

    To lose a friend in your youth– unbearable. It’s not just the grief, but the loss of all the possibilities.

    The poem itself is a tribute and I must say, I do like beer and whiskey poems. Like all writing re-Vision is essential. In this case, the blow is an irregular verb. I know “blew” throws off your rhyme scheme, but you can come up with an alternative– consider 2 syllable words as well and you have a wider range of choices.

    I admire your creative spirit– keep letting it out of the box to ramble around, one of life’s great pleasures! All the best to you, Basanta!

  • Alicia bigot

    Alicia Bigot
    Hey I read my poem here 🙂
    “Gone to soon”

    • emerwin77

      Yes, and you deeply moved the audience. It has been an honor to work with you this semester, and a joy to see you flourish and succeed during this your first ever semester in college!

  • You Jin Suh

    I like this poem because this is how I feel, too.

    If thou must love me… (Sonnet 14)

    Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 – 1861

    If thou must love me, let it be for nought
    Except for love’s sake only. Do not say,
    “I love her for her smile—her look—her way
    Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought
    That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
    A sense of pleasant ease on such a day”—
    For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may
    Be changed, or change for thee—and love, so wrought,
    May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
    Thine own dear pity’s wiping my cheeks dry:
    A creature might forget to weep, who bore
    Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
    But love me for love’s sake, that evermore
    Thou mayst love on, through love’s eternity.

  • Sinnamon Flowers

    staying in school just to remain cool
    study, eat, and sleep, dont be a fool
    getting an education, number one rule
    be prepared, pen and book, the main tools
    no playing, no cutting class, no beach or pools
    keep your mind on the prize, your future is in the schools.

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