LILLIAN CROOK: WildDakotaWoman — Beta Stanzas
Poems by members of Beta Stanza of the North Dakota Poetry Society. And tucked inside my copy of this gem of a book.
Unheralded
Unheralded
LILLIAN CROOK: WildDakotaWoman — Southwind In April
The other thing I am doing. SOUTHWIND IN APRIL by Paul S. Bliss
JIM FUGLIE: View From The Prairie — ‘The Future Of The Common People’
A little while ago, I inherited a collection of North Dakota History magazines from some really old — well, older than me — neighbors who moved away to assisted living and had to disperse a lot of things they had collected over the years. Some date back to as early as 1973. I already have a bunch of older ones, …
LILLIAN CROOK: WildDakotaWoman — ‘The Moon Comes Walking On With Me’ By Paul Southworth Bliss And Other Christmas Memories
“The Moon Comes Walking On with Me,” by Colonel Paul Southworth Bliss,December 21, 1931. Original woodcuts by Harold J. Matthews. From an inscribed copy of “The Arch of Spring.” And some Christmas memories of my own. While I watch the neighborhood kids sledding today in the sunshine, I was taken back to a thousand memories of sledding and skiing and …
LILLIAN CROOK: WildDakotaWoman — The Journey of the Magi
The Journey of the Magi by T.S. Eliot A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.’ And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory, Lying down in the melting snow. There were times we regretted The …
LILLIAN CROOK: WildDakotaWoman — A Poem
Enter the North Dakota Librarian by Gary Gildner Paris Review Spring 2002 whose eyes are a fair, spiky green I only see on my hands and knees at spring’s initial offerings, how can she help me? I say I seek the bloom clarity achieves fending off confusion’s weedy waylays upon rich indirection, I hope I won’t be much trouble. Her lips forming …
JIM FUGLIE: View From The Prairie — The Wars, Remembered On Memorial Day
IN FLANDERS FIELDS By John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie, …
JIM FUGLIE: View From The Prairie — A Thanksgiving Day Poem
Paging through an old book of poetry, I came across this poem by North Dakota poet Paul Southworth Bliss, from “Poems of Places.” The poems in the book were written as Bliss traveled the country in 1937. This one came from a stop in Oklahoma, which got oil a long time before North Dakota, but the similarities are striking, 80 …
JIM FUGLIE: View From The Prairie — Merry Christmas, And Billy Peeble, One More Time
It’s Saturday of Christmas weekend, and it feels like it’s Christmas Eve. If it seems like Christmas falling on a Monday (and Christmas Eve on a Sunday) seems unusual, it’s because it hasn’t happened for a while. Because of a quirk in the calendar (a few leap years), we’ve gone 11 years without a Monday Christmas, the last one happening in 2006. …
ERIC BERGESON: The Country Scribe — ‘Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening’
Thursday was the first day of winter — and the shortest day of the year. Eric Bergeson, The Country Scribe, salutes our new season with Robert Frost’s “Stopping By The Woods On Snowy Evening.”
ERIC BERGESON: The Country Scribe — ‘Stopping By Woods On Snowy Evening’
Eric Bergeson, The Country Scribe, offers his take on the classic Robert Frost poem, “Stopping By Woods On Snowy Evening.” Imagery, personification and repetition are prominent in the work, written in 1922 and published in 1923, by one of the most celebrated poets in America.