Weekly/Fortnightly Poetry Suggestions

[alanmapstone]

Hi Michele
This poem is included in a collection of Euwer's poems called By Scarlet Torch and Blade which has recently been catalogued. It is only 2.16 long so should be OK for a Fortnightly poem. It is a good poem, I would like to record it

[aradlaw]

Thanks Michele, from what I could find, Anthony Euwer died in 1955, so this would have the PD restrictions...

In Europe this is 70 years; in Canada it is 70 years for authors who died after 1971; and in Australia it is 70 years for authors who died after 1955.

so this would be suitable as a Fortnightly.

[msfry]

Hi Michele
This poem is included in a collection of Euwer's poems called By Scarlet Torch and Blade which has recently been catalogued. It is only 2.16 long so should be OK for a Fortnightly poem. It is a good poem, I would like to record it

I'm doing the cover, so that's how I found it! Lotta good poems in there, on lots of topics.

[msfry]

Thanks Michele, from what I could find, Anthony Euwer died in 1955, so this would have the PD restrictions...

In Europe this is 70 years; in Canada it is 70 years for authors who died after 1971; and in Australia it is 70 years for authors who died after 1955.

so this would be suitable as a Fortnightly.

Hmmm, not sure how you would handle that. It might not get many takers then, and disappoint a few of our "regulars". Oh well, keep it in the hopper for "the lean times", and keep me posted if you want a BC for it.

[atole]

I think "Night-Gaunts" by Lovecraft (published 1939) would be a fun read.
It is out of copyright, since its copyright was never renewed [source] (though no Gutenberg source)

Out of what crypt they crawl, I cannot tell,
But every night I see the rubbery things,
Black, horned, and slender, with membranous wings,
They come in legions on the north wind’s swell
With obscene clutch that titillates and stings,
Snatching me off on monstrous voyagings
To grey worlds hidden deep in nightmare’s well.

Over the jagged peaks of Thok they sweep,
Heedless of all the cries I try to make,
And down the nether pits to that foul lake
Where the puffed shoggoths splash in doubtful sleep.
But ho! If only they would make some sound,
Or wear a face where faces should be found!

[katfrog]

Hello,

Might I suggest "I, Being Born a Woman and Distressed" for the Weekly Poetry?

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/148564/i-being-born-a-woman-and-distressed

Kathryn

[msfry]

I think "Night-Gaunts" by Lovecraft (published 1939) would be a fun read.
It is out of copyright, since its copyright was never renewed [source] (though no Gutenberg source)

Out of what crypt they crawl, I cannot tell,
But every night I see the rubbery things,
Black, horned, and slender, with membranous wings,
They come in legions on the north wind’s swell
With obscene clutch that titillates and stings,
Snatching me off on monstrous voyagings
To grey worlds hidden deep in nightmare’s well.

Over the jagged peaks of Thok they sweep,
Heedless of all the cries I try to make,
And down the nether pits to that foul lake
Where the puffed shoggoths splash in doubtful sleep.
But ho! If only they would make some sound,
Or wear a face where faces should be found!

This could make a good October Fortnightly, in about a month. I'd be happy to BC it around that time. Get us all in creepy crawly mood.

[TriciaG]

Hello,

Might I suggest "I, Being Born a Woman and Distressed" for the Weekly Poetry?

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/148564/i-being-born-a-woman-and-distressed

Kathryn

Since she died in 1950, it's possible she published this poem after 1927, which would mean it's still copyrighted. Someone will need to find out when it was published (a book scan with this poem in it would work, or a poetry collection on gutenberg.org)

EDIT: It was published in 1923 and is PD. I found it in here: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/59474

[redrun]

Hello,

Might I suggest "I, Being Born a Woman and Distressed" for the Weekly Poetry?

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/148564/i-being-born-a-woman-and-distressed

Kathryn

Since she died in 1950, it's possible she published this poem after 1927, which would mean it's still copyrighted. Someone will need to find out when it was published (a book scan with this poem in it would work, or a poetry collection on gutenberg.org)

EDIT: It was published in 1923 and is PD. I found it in here: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/59474

Thank you for the suggestion, and for the sleuthing! I've started it as this week's poem, ready for submissions.
I've used the slightly shorter title, from our source text.

[msfry]

Thank you for the suggestion, and for the sleuthing! I've started it as this week's poem, ready for submissions.
I've used the slightly shorter title, from our source text.

The girl in this poem is a real bitch! I don't know if I can pull it off --- but I'm gonna try.

[redrun]

Worth a shot! I think I'll have a go at it too. Casting for the role is gender-neutral, as they say in Dramatic Works.

And that Lovecraft piece certainly does look creepy. If you run it, I'll put in a reading!

[msfry]

Worth a shot! I think I'll have a go at it too. Casting for the role is gender-neutral, as they say in Dramatic Works.

And that Lovecraft piece certainly does look creepy. If you run it, I'll put in a reading!

It's a date!

[katfrog]

Here's another one by Edna St. Vincent Millay (from Vanity Fair, Nov. 1920):

“What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why”

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.

Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

[aradlaw]

I think "Night-Gaunts" by Lovecraft (published 1939) would be a fun read.
It is out of copyright, since its copyright was never renewed [source] (though no Gutenberg source)

Sorry, atole and Michele, I've double-checked and we cannot use this poem.

If it isn't on PG and not on HathiTrust (viewable in US), we can't do it as per our text policy: https://wiki.librivox.org/index.php?title=Recording_%26_Text_Policies#Our_policy_on_text_sources:

[msfry]

Here's another one by Edna St. Vincent Millay (from Vanity Fair, Nov. 1920):

“What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why”

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.

Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

I love this poem. I'd be happy to BC at some point.