203rd Virtual Poetry Circle

Welcome to the 203rd Virtual Poetry Circle!

Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s books 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.

Also, sign up for the 2013 Dive Into Poetry Challenge because its simple; you only need to read 1 book of poetry. Check out the stops on the 2013 National Poetry Month Blog Tour and the 2012 National Poetry Month Blog Tour.

Today’s poem is from Lynn Levin’s Miss Plastique (my review):

The Notebook (page 33)
            An adaptation of Gaspara Stampa's Sonnet CXXXII

I ask for Love's attention through my tears--
Love who can scarcely turn his head my way
though I ask a thousand times a day.
The reason? Those other lips about his ears.
His silence rips my heart, it tears
my dress, the pages of my books. Pray
how can this be? I gave my heart and soul away
to him.  There's nothing left in me.  He cares
little for my grief.  I feel my blood run
like an icy stream of envy, dread.
He was my life's great joy and reason.
Now I die in love.  I live in pain.  In bed
I have a notebook and a quill.  Let him shun
me.  On these sheets he's mine, though I am dead.

What do you think?


  1. This poem seems a bit melodramatic to me, but I did like these lines:
    “His silence rips my heart, it tears
    my dress, the pages of my books.”

    It’s interesting how silence can be so powerful.