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Poem #1: Psalm 23 by David, King of Israel, c.1000BC

“God is the perfect poet.”~Robert Browning

The oldest poem on the favorites hit parade is an appropriate fit for this day after Resurrection Day and the week after Passover. Psalm 23 only got three listings as a favorite poem, but I think that’s because many people don’t think of the psalms as poems. They are poetry, though, and poetry that has lasted through the ages, through translation, and through application to the lives of many, many people.

The traditional, King James Version goes:

The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

For the familiar KJV poetic version, half credit must go to the 47 scholars who met, beginning in 1604, to translate the Bible into English. In particular, the First Cambridge Company translated from 1 Chronicles to the Song of Solomon, and was made up of the following scholars and clergy: Edward Lively, John Richardson, Lawrence Chaderton, Francis Dillingham, Roger Andrewes, Thomas Harrison, Robert Spaulding, Andrew Bing. They in turn relied on the work of earlier translators such as William Tyndale and Miles Coverdale.

Thus, the psalms became one of the few examples in the English language of “poetry by committee,” and if you believe, as I do, that all Scripture is God-breathed, then the psalms and other poetry in Scripture are the only poems we have that can boast God himself as Author and Finisher.
Here’s a beautiful musical version of this psalm as performed by the late Keith Green, still my favorite CCM artist:

I grew up a child of the ’70’s, and the version of Psalm 23 that got my attention came from The Living Bible, a Biblical paraphrase by Kenneth Taylor:

Because the LORD is my Shepherd, I have everything I need!
He lets me rest in the meadow grass and leads me beside the quiet streams. He restores my failing health. He helps me do what honors him the most.
Even when walking through the dark valley of death I will not be afraid, for you are close beside me, guarding, guiding all the way.
You provide delicious food for me in the presence of my enemies. You have welcomed me as your guest; blessings overflow!
Your goodness and unfailing kindness shall be with me all of my life, and afterwards I will live with you forever in your home.

The images in the psalm of a bed, a table, a journey, and a final rest at home are universal and comforting in any language. Psalm 23 is traditionally sung by Jews in Hebrew at the third Shabbat meal on Saturday afternoon.

Eugene Peterson’s The Message, takes the psalm into contemporary English usage and phraseology, and Phillip Keller’s classic book explicates the psalm form the point of view of a real shepherd:

God, my shepherd! I don’t need a thing.
You have bedded me down in lush meadows,
you find me quiet pools to drink from.
True to your word,
you let me catch my breath
and send me in the right direction.

Even when the way goes through
Death Valley,
I’m not afraid
when you walk at my side.
Your trusty shepherd’s crook
makes me feel secure.

You serve me a six-course dinner
right in front of my enemies.
You revive my drooping head;
my cup brims with blessing.

Your beauty and love chase after me
every day of my life.
I’m back home in the house of God
for the rest of my life.

The Message by Eugene Peterson.

A metrical version of the psalm is often paired with the hymn tune Crimond, which is usually attributed to Jessie Seymour Irvine. The singers here are a boy’s choir called Libera:

The Lord is My Shepherd: An Anthology.
Listen to Psalm 23 in Hebrew.
Psalm 23 resources, including Spurgeon’s exposition of the psalm.
Psalm 23 commentary and sermon aids
Safe in the Shepherd’s Arms by Max Lucado.
The 23rd Psalm, illustrated by Michael Hague.
Psalm 23, illustrated by Tim Ladwig. Urban, African American setting.
Hebrew poetry explained.
Song: The King of Love My Shepherd Is.
Hymn: The Lord’s My Shepherd, I’ll Not Want.

In Which I Awkwardly Try Something New

This story starts with Drama Daughter, age 18, who wants to go to college. She wanted to go away to college last fall (2008) since she finished high school in May 2008. But the money wasn’t there. So she continued working at the bookstore, full time in the summer, thirty-two hours a week as fall and spring came along. She took six hours of basic classes at the local junior college, all she could afford time-wise and monetarily.
We prayed.

In the late fall she began to apply to colleges. However, Drama Daughter wants to study, well, theater/drama, both the technical aspects and acting. She’s been involved in some excellent homeschool drama classes and productions, and she wants to use her gifts to support herself and to bless others. We can’t envision or find a secular college drama program that would help her to fulfill those purposes. So, she applied to three private Christian colleges. Private Christian colleges cost a lot of money.
We prayed.

We filled out the FAFSA. DD auditioned for the drama programs at the three colleges. She was accepted. She received her financial aid commitments from the colleges. Long story short, after putting together all the scholarships, loans, work study commitments, our own resources, DD’s saved up money, and anything else we could come up with, we are about $4000 short for the first year. Actually, one college suggests that we borrow almost the entire amount, about $15,000 per semester. Needless to say, that college is not an option. Drama Daughter is very disappointed, but willing to accept God’s answer whatever that may be.

In the meantime, Artiste Daughter, age 20, is trying to save up about $2000 so that she can go on a mission trip to Slovakia this summer. She will be participating in English camps that are an outreach and evangelism tool for the struggling evangelical church in the city of Trencin. We are excited for this opportunity for her and trying to find ways to help her put together the financial resources for this trip.

Why am I telling you all of this? I don’t usually share this much personal information on the blog, and if you want to skip over and get to the books and poetry, go right ahead. However, I was, again, praying, and I got the idea for the general outline of this post. I told DD and AD that I believe that my God has all the resources He needs to provide for us abundantly. If He wants Drama Daughter in college this fall and if He wants Artiste Daughter in Slovakia, He can provide. And if He wants to use you and this blog to do that providing, He can do that, too.

So, I’m not asking for contributions (although if any of you have an extra thousand or so lying around . . . ). I am asking that if you have any Amazon shopping to do that you click through from Semicolon this month. I get a very small percentage of your purchase in ad revenue if you do. Frankly, I don’t see how it would be enough to make up what the two girls need even if you do, but God also more than once multiplied fishes and bread loaves, didn’t he?

Summarizing: If you click on the banner above and shop at Amazon for anything, I will get a few cents on the dollar for every purchase you make. This money will go to the two girls mentioned above to finance either college or mission trip.

Also, if you have been thinking about purchasing a copy of my book Picture Book Preschool, please go ahead and do it. This money will also go toward either college or mission trip expenses.

If you’ve made it this far into this very long post, thank you for reading. If you have suggestions or encouragement, leave us a comment. If you have time to pray for my two lovely daughters, please do.

Poem Survey 2010

IMG_0209I had 54 people respond to my classic poetry survey in which I asked you to send me a list of your 10 favorite classic poems. Classic was defined as published before 1923 or no longer copyright protected. Those 54 people had a total of 278 poems listed as favorites in their combined lists. 121 poets were represented in the lists.

The poet with the most poems cited was an American poet (nineteenth century), and the poet with the most total votes was also American (twentieth century). The favorite poems are about evenly divided over the seventeenth, nineteenth, and twentieth centuries with the eighteenth century underrepresented, and only a few poems from before 1600.

103 of the poets represented were men, 14 were women, and four of the favorites were by unknown authors. The poems that readers chose were overwhelming written originally in English, with only a few poems that were translated from another language included.

Because I had far fewer responses to this survey than to last year’s hymn survey, and because many of the respondents did not rank their choices or did not have 10 favorites, but fewer than that, I decided to give each poem on someone’s favorite list just one vote. With that method of tabulation, I ended up with 72 poems that got more than one vote. So I have decided to “count down” the 100 Favorite Poems, not according to number of votes received but rather in chronological order beginning with the oldest poems on the list. To make it an even 100 I’ll intersperse some of my personal favorites that may have been on one person’s list or may not have made any list at all. Some of the newest poems that received multiple votes were borderline as far as copyright protection, published in the 1920’s or even 30’s, but I’m going to post them, too, maybe with just an excerpt to whet your poetic appetite.

So get ready for a Poetry Pilgrimage through the history of (mostly English) poetry and through the old and new favorites of my most loyal readers and of my own family. I hope you discover some new favorites yourself as you look for your own treasured poems on the list. We’ll begin the journey on Monday, April 5th, with the oldest poem to make the list–a few thousand years old, in fact.

Guesses?

poetryhand1Serena at Savvy Verse and Wit is hostessing the National Poetry Month 2010 Blog Tour, of which this post is a part. Read her welcome post for more information, but it’s going to be full of delicious-ness, including reviews of poetry books old and new, poet interviews and features, information on how to read poetry and how to read it aloud, all sorts of poetic revels for Poetry Month, 2010. Read more poetry there, and be sure to come back here on Monday for the beginning of 100 Top Classic Poems at Semicolon.

Many Happy Returns: March 26th

A.E. Houseman, b.1859.
Loveliest of trees, the cherry

Robert Frost, b.1874.
The Door in the Dark
Fire and Ice
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Some of the poetry of these two poets may be among your ten favorite classic poems. Have you sent in your list yet? Today is the last day to email the titles of your top ten classic poems to sherryDOTearlyATgmailDOTcom. I’ll be counting down the Top 100 Classic Poems as chosen by my readers beginning April 1, in honor of Poetry Month and in celebration of the best in poetry.

Many Happy Returns: March 24th

William Morris, b.1834.
The Defence of Guinevere by William Morris.

Quoth Mr. Morris:

“If you want a golden rule that will fit everything, this is it: Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.”

“With the arrogance of youth, I determined to do no less than to transform the world with Beauty. If I have succeeded in some small way, if only in one small corner of the world, amongst the men and women I love, then I shall count myself blessed, and blessed, and blessed, and the work goes on.”

“If I were asked to say what is at once the most important production of Art and the thing most to be longed for; I should answer; A beautiful House; and if I were further asked to name the production next in importance and the thing next to be longed for; I should answer; A beautiful Book. To enjoy good houses and good books in self-respect and decent comfort, seems to me to be the pleasurable end towards which all societies of human beings ought now to struggle.”

“All rooms ought to look as if they were lived in, and to have so to say, a friendly welcome ready for the incomer.”

“It took me years to understand that words are often as important as experience, because words make experience last.”

“The true secret of happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life.”

Fraternite of Authors

I’m not sure how much the great authors are fans of one another’s work. I once did a post called Mudslinging Authors and Literary Daggers in which I quoted various authors’ opinions on other authors. It’s funny, but not very pretty.

Eldest Daughter did a seminar last semester in her graduate school on French author Emile Zola. I wonder if she would agree with Ibsen?

“Zola descends into the sewer to bathe in it, I to cleanse it.” — Henrik Ibsen.

Today is playwright Henrik Ibsen’s birthday, b.1828.

French novelist Emile Zola was born on April 2, 1820.

The Little Stranger by Sarah Waters

This book was either frustrating in the extreme, despite the absorbing plot and characters, or else I just didn’t get it. It ended in the way that many of us fear LOST (the TV series) will end: ambiguously and without answers. Consider yourself warned.

I enjoyed reading The Little Stranger, but I enjoyed reading it because I thought I would find an explanation for the suspenseful events of the novel by the end. If you read The Little Stranger hoping to find out what is causing strange things to happen at Hundreds Hall, you will be disappointed. The book has drawn comparisons to Edgar Allan Poe and to Henry James’s The Turn of the Screw, but there is a difference. When I read The Turn of the Screw, I was also frustrated by the ambiguity and the unresolved ending. But as I thought more about it, I realized that one could choose how to interpret the book, there were “plausible” answers to the questions raised in the books and there were more supernatural possibilities. But there were answers. The Little Stranger is not so satisfactory in this regard. All of the people in the book could be insane, but that’s hardly likely. There could be actual ghosts at Hundreds Hall, but since everyone experiences the ghostly events in the book quite differently, that solution doesn’t satisfy either. As a third possibility, some real person could be producing the supernatural effects at Hundreds Hall for some nefarious purpose, but it’s not clear how that could be true either. In fact, it seems impossible –which brings us back to insanity or a multitude of ghosts.

Some ambiguity at the end of a book, or a TV series, is acceptable. Total confusion and anticlimactic dissatisfaction is not. It’s the difference between fiction and real life: in real life sometimes I must resign myself to never knowing how the story ends because “we see through a glass darkly.” I want my fiction to have an ending.

Other bloggers say:

Fleurfisher: “It made me want to go back and look at things again, and this could well be a book that has much more to offer with subsequent readings. And the ending? It’s subtle and could be read in more than one way.”

Stephen Lang: “It is beautifully paced, full of subtle observations and quite simply a pleasure to read. It is also one of the most effective, chilling and original ghost stories I have read for some time. I finished The Little Stranger a few days ago but, still thinking it through, I have been unable to start a new book.”

Nicola: “It did not end the way I had expected and I was quite shocked with the outcome and actually quite annoyed that things ended up the way they did. I’ve had time to recuperate now, but that is the sign of good characterization, when a book’s characters mean so much to you that you are invested in them and want all to end well for them all.”

Pro-Life Country

You might find this country song a bit too sentimental and simplistic, but I thought it showed how the message of the value of human life is resonating in all sorts of sub-cultures, even country music.

Many Happy Returns: March 8th

Kenneth Grahame, author of The Wind in the Willows, b. 1859. And isn’t it appropriate that Grahame’s birthday falls at the beginning of March? The Wind in the WIllows is definitely a spring sort of story, even though its scenes take the reader through the year from its beginning with spring-cleaning to a summer paddling boats on the river into fall and then winter in the Wild Wood.

“The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring cleaning his little home. First he swept; next he dusted. Then it was up on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash. Finally he had dust in his
throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. Spring was moving in the air above him, reaching even into his dark little underground house. Small wonder, then, that he suddenly threw his brush down on the floor, said “Bother!” and “Oh dash it!” and also “Hang spring-cleaning!” and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat.”

A.A. Milne on Grahame’s book:

One does not argue about The Wind in the Willows. The young man gives it to the girl with whom he is in love, and, if she does not like it, asks her to return his letters. The older man tries it on his nephew, and alters his will accordingly. The book is a test of character. We can’t criticize it, because it is criticizing us. But I must give you one word of warning. When you sit down to it, don’t be so ridiculous as to suppose that you are sitting in judgment on my taste, or on the art of Kenneth Grahame. You are merely sitting in judgment on yourself. You may be worthy: I don’t know, But it is you who are on trial.”

Willows links:

Inspiraculum: “I’ve just read ‘The Wind in the Willows’ by Kenneth Grahame for about the fourth time.”

Ahab’s Quest: The Wind in the Willows is Charming.Willows is a sensuous experience because Grahame so deliberately takes the reader through the small, pleasant things that fill our days. Every meal is described in detail, such that one tastes the picnic along with Mole and Rat.”

Beyond the WIld Wood by Alan Jacobs: “Best of all were those winter evenings when I crawled into bed and grinned a big grin as I picked up our lovely hardcover edition of Kenneth Grahame’s The Wind in the Willows, with illustrations by Michael Hague. Before I cracked it open I knew I would like it, but I really never expected to be transported, as, evening by evening, I was. After the first night (I read only one chapter at a stretch), I wanted the experience to last as long as I could possibly drag it out. It was with a sigh compounded of pleasure and regret and satisfaction in Toad’s successful homecoming that I closed the book. I knew I would read The Wind in the Willows many times, but I could never again read it for the first time.”

The WInd in the WIllows at 100 by Gary Kamiya (Salon magazine): “It is apples and oranges to compare Grahame and the two other masters of genre-blurring imaginative prose, Tolkien and C.S. Lewis. Grahame cannot rival Tolkien’s epic grandeur, nor does he possess Lewis’ double ability to create completely different imaginary worlds and weave vivid and intricate stories. But neither of those geniuses handle English the way he does. Tolkien knows only the high style, and Lewis’ solid prose never soars. Grahame is the inheritor of the stately style of Thomas Browne and the lyrical effusions of Wordsworth, with a little Dickens and P.G. Wodehouse thrown in as ballast.”