Welcome to the 366th Virtual Poetry Circle!
Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.
Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s book suggested.
Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.
Today’s poem is from Amy Levy:
London in July What ails my senses thus to cheat? What is it ails the place, That all the people in the street Should wear one woman's face? The London trees are dusty-brown Beneath the summer sky; My love, she dwells in London town, Nor leaves it in July. O various and intricate maze, Wide waste of square and street; Where, missing through unnumbered days, We twain at last may meet! And who cries out on crowd and mart? Who prates of stream and sea? The summer in the city's heart-- That is enough for me.
What do you think?
I really liked this one. I don’t think I’ve read Levy’s poetry before.
I happened upon this one accidentally