Poem of the Week: Nos 7-9

Ah, it's been busy around here, so it's time for a poem of the week catchup.

No. 7: The first and last stanzas of Easter 1916 by WB Yeats. (All changed, changed utterly/A terrible beauty is born). Partly to give Easter a different meaning, or another slant. Or maybe I just didn't want to go with a bunnies and eggs poem.

No. 8: The Identification by Roger McGough. I have always admired the accessible strength of his poems, how they are clear and also sharp as a blade. Was delighted to find there is a collected-poems available (Penguin, but in Oz it had to be a special order). This one also had particular resonance as an ex-student recently died in a car accident. His particular punctuation, though, does put me at odds with the school's literacy initiatives...oh well.

No. 9: Homework by Allen Ginsburg. A change of style and structure, it was a suggestion from a friend who's also playing with this poem of the week idea.