Hooray Hooray Hip Hip....my friend Elizabeth and I visited the forlorn grave of Samuel Longfellow Thursday morning in Portland. I read a poem "Love" and we wandered happy as a cloud throughout the lonely graves.
Just when I almost reach 250, and should stop already and collate my research....I keep finding new poet's graves in New England that would be easy to visit! Brooklyn-born Alan Dugan is one, buried out near Stanley Kunitz, in Truro. Notice that mystical 4-letter word on his grave...
How many of these dead poets to YOU know? They are half of the 44 that will be celebrated on the 3rd annual Dead Poets Remembrance Day this October 7th and 8th.
Dennis Brutus -
Harriet Elizabeth Spofford
- Charles Sprague
- Elizabeth Stuart Phelps
- Clarence Manning Falt
-Marsden Hartley -
Rev. Timothy Flint -
George Edward Woodberry
- Alfonzo Lewis
- Enoch Mudge
- Joseph Nye
- Antoinette Purinton
- Gamaliel Bradford VI
- William Alfred -
Buckminster Fuller -
- Thomas Higginson -
John Pierpont, Sr.
-James Freeman Clarke -
Amos Niven Wilder -
Walter Beckman Pedersen
Paris Review online, by Brian Gittis: A few months ago, the first poetry reading I ever attended in New York
came back to haunt me, almost literally. I was folding laundry on a
Sunday night, listening to iTunes on shuffle, when a ghostly, familiar
voice issued out of my speakers, interrupting the music. Soft, deeply
resonant, and a little like Boris Karloff...
I couldn’t have told you then what was so powerful about his poems,
but I’ve since had years to think about them—so here’s a quick example.
Despite their small canvases (often between four and ten very short
lines), Menashe’s poems hold an uncanny amount of space. For instance,
“Old Mirror,” which was among the first poems of the night:
In this glass oval
As love’s own lake
I face myself, your son
Who looks like you—
Once we were two