Sunday, February 24, 2002
By Paul Ford
So I can put it in an online anthology.
I am putting together an online anthology of Ftrain reader's favorite
poems. Please type yours into an email and send it to me, like this:
From: someone@whatever.com
To: poems@ftrain.com
Subject: My poem!
Name: Eloise Dangers
Email: someone@whatever.com
URL: http://xjeu3j.diaryland.com
A little bit on me: I am a mother of two and 36 years old.
Why this poem: I found this poem when I was very sad, about 3 years
ago, and the sound of the two closing lines was so beautiful that I
took an hour to memorize it, and began practicing ways to recite - or
sing - it. I'm still practicing 3 years out, trying to get the sounds
even and the worst straight. I'm not done with it yet.
He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
-- W.B. Yeats
Name: Eloise Dangers
Email: someone@whatever.com
URL: http://xjeu3j.diaryland.com
A little bit on me: I am a mother of two and 36 years old.
Why this poem: I found this poem when I was very sad, about 3 years
ago, and the sound of the two closing lines was so beautiful that I
took an hour to memorize it, and began practicing ways to recite - or
sing - it. I'm still practicing 3 years out, trying to get the sounds
even and the worst straight. I'm not done with it yet.
He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
-- W.B. Yeats
Poems old and new, comic and serious are encouraged. If you want your URL and/or email included with the poem, just mention
them. The "little bit about yourself" is optional, of course, but would be nice. I will spam-proof all email addresses. If
you don't mention an email or URL I will simply credit the submission to your name. You can feel free to send me poems you've
written yourself, and I'll enjoy reading them, but I will not put them in this anthology.
Please send all poems to poems@ftrain.com by March 10. I will start putting up poems on March 20, at least one or two a week until I run out, and will let you know
when yours is going up. Thank you!
I am doing this because I think that since many fine people - better than I deserve! - read this site I want to find ways
to share and connect the audience that don't have anything to do with me. This is one such, tentative way. Give me your favorite
poems and I will give them to everyone else.
Thank you!
Paul
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About the author: I've been running this website from 1997. For a living I write stories and essays, program computers, edit
things, and help people launch online publications. (LinkedIn). I wrote a novel. I was an editor at Harper's Magazine for five years; then I was a Contributing Editor; now I am a free agent. I was also on NPR's All Things Considered for a while. I still write for The Morning News, and some other places.
If you have any questions for me, I am very accessible by email. You can email me at ford@ftrain.com and ask me things and I will try to answer. Especially if you want to clarify something or write something critical. I am
glad to clarify things so that you can disagree more effectively.
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