| Poetry for Life! |
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| Thursday, 22 April 2010 21:06 |
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"Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth." - Samuel Johnson The pro-life movement has made great strides in recent years exposing the horrors of abortion and showing the real damage it inflicts on women, men, and children. Pro-life advocates have also been successful in showcasing the beauty of life and persuading women that abortion is the un-choice, that choosing Life is choosing Truth. Nevada Right to Life is opening another avenue for the promotion of Life to our community: Poetry for Life. If you have a poetic inclination, please post your own poem or send your poetry to us using the Contact Us link above. If we especially like your poetry, we may have it read by a local actor and publish it in a podcast! For starters, here's a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair. A whisper, and then a silence: Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together To take me by surprise. A sudden rush from the stairway, A sudden raid from the hall! By three doors left unguarded They enter my castle wall! They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere. They almost devour me with kisses, Their arms about me entwine, Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine. Do you think, o blue-eyed banditti, Because you have scaled the wall, Such an old mustache as I am Is not a match for you all! I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart. And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away. |
