tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post8409724778195655463..comments2024-03-26T19:05:57.970-04:00Comments on Tabatha Yeatts: The Opposite of Indifference: Pale StarsTabathahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-88740974365220083312012-03-04T09:47:16.887-05:002012-03-04T09:47:16.887-05:00This is lovely...I especially like how soft the po...This is lovely...I especially like how soft the poem feels even though there are lots of hard endings in the words, especially that first stanza. Cool effect!laurasalashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13807781795919555208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-55217045552720681862012-03-03T20:18:33.844-05:002012-03-03T20:18:33.844-05:00What a beautiful poem - and a thoughtful tribute t...What a beautiful poem - and a thoughtful tribute to so many "Someones" in our lives. Thank you for sharing.Robyn Hood Blackhttp://www.robynhoodblack.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-53200931350320389772012-03-03T08:25:32.952-05:002012-03-03T08:25:32.952-05:00Yesterday I got to mess around exercising, jumping...Yesterday I got to mess around exercising, jumping rope and shooting baskets in the gym at the health club. It was aquatic bootcamp on land because of thunderstorms, but really, for me, it was a chance to PLAY like a child. The only thing that could have made it better would have been a chance to swing on this swing!Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-32674986608990573732012-03-02T15:03:56.767-05:002012-03-02T15:03:56.767-05:00Oh, so beautiful. I love this line.
a pendulous S...Oh, so beautiful. I love this line.<br /><br />a pendulous Sabbath where<br />branches curve and meet,<br /><br />Wouldn't I love to sit here and greet the daylight!Dorainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04421672075192660319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-25830839604793623262012-03-02T12:13:08.913-05:002012-03-02T12:13:08.913-05:00"Someone I will never know
is blessing me.&qu..."Someone I will never know<br />is blessing me."<br /><br />So lovely and definitely peaceful. Thanks for sharing this one!Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01786457482835741494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-65328884313510498622012-03-02T10:47:37.316-05:002012-03-02T10:47:37.316-05:00"flowers float like pale stars
in the grass&q..."flowers float like pale stars<br />in the grass"<br /><br />That line has me fixated - just perfect. We just unpacked MMarie Howe's "The Copper Beech" in our poetry class this week - I think I will pair these two poems next year.Tarahttp://tmsteach.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-81121632783263148962012-03-02T09:45:00.351-05:002012-03-02T09:45:00.351-05:00It's really a beautiful adult memory of swingi...It's really a beautiful adult memory of swinging. I love "it curls through the leaves and snapping grasses" and so much more. As a teacher, I would love to use this to lift the level of observation of something in childhood for my students. I can see why you must be marking so many poems. Thank you!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-27667498933782448242012-03-02T09:09:17.401-05:002012-03-02T09:09:17.401-05:00There is that sense of quiet, and yes, pale stars ...There is that sense of quiet, and yes, pale stars as I read through the poem. My favorite lines are:<br /><br />Blow sweet shadows,<br />there’s no holding back <br />the light, it curls<br />through the leaves<br />and snapping grasses. <br /><br />- only a poet can twist and turn these words so that it crackles and crunches - like 'snapping grasses.' Thank you for sharing this. Much needed today.GatheringBookshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04477710897574769648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-79362089873191851932012-03-02T07:49:41.423-05:002012-03-02T07:49:41.423-05:00What a beautiful poem, Tabatha. I love the feel of...What a beautiful poem, Tabatha. I love the feel of "Blow, sweet shadows." One of my earliest poetry memories is reading Robert Louis Stevenson's "The Swing." This poem takes me back there.Author Amokhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13636391982938592789noreply@blogger.com