It’s poetry month! What better time to share our favorite poetry?
Mine skews towards narrative poetry, and especially toward works written before the development of the novel:
Beowulf — particularly the Seamus Heaney translation, which combines beautiful words and flowing language with the exciting, bloody story.
Sir Gawain and the Green Night — especially the Simon Armitage translation, which perfectly captures the playfulness of the story.
And for something modern, I’ve always loved Shel Silverstein’s “Where the Sidewalk Ends“—it gives me the shivers, every time.
What are your favorite poems—shiver-worthy, cry-worthy, or laugh-worthy?
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*The title of this post is from “Where the Sidewalk Ends“
