Thursday, May 24, 2007

Quiz Answers (see previous post)

Poet #1
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, from The Village Blacksmith


Poet #2
Rudyard Kipling, from L'Envoi


Poet #3
Edgar Guest, from See it Through


Guest, by the way, is not as well known as he ought to be in American Poetry circles. He is looked down upon by the academic elite because his poetry is so sentimental and formulaic, but I really like it (being a sentimental and formulaic kind of guy myself!)
His poem Only a Dad is a great one to read to your Dad on Father's Day, if you want to see a grown man cry.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

And now for something completely different

Sometimes around the dinner table we will engage in a fun family activity we call "quiz questions." This is a little game where I get to dream up random questions and present them to the young-uns to see who can answer them. Questions can be on any topic: history, geography, Bible, math, science... whatever. (A perennial favorite is "name the three branches of the federal government." I don't know why, but I just like asking that one.) Since I have to present the questions in machine gun fashion from my little mind, sometimes it's a challenge to dream up questions at a fast pace. Tonight, I asked this question, "who are my three favorite poets?" It's sort of an unfair question -- like Bilbo asking "what have I got in my pocket," but, like the hobbit, I decided to let the question ride. What do you think the answer is? My children answered two of the three correctly, but I did have to recite several verses from one of the poets before they could name him. I was pretty sure sure they'd never come up with the third, so I gave it to them.
So there's the question of the day.
Since you don't know me as well as my children, I'll give you a hint by posting short samples of each poet's work:

Poet #1:

Toiling,--rejoicing,--sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.

Poet #2

When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried,
When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died,
We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it -- lie down for an aeon or two,
Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall put us to work anew!

Poe #3

When you're up against a trouble,
Meet it squarely, face to face;
Lift your chin and set your shoulders,
Plant your feet and take a brace.
When it's vain to try to dodge it,
Do the best that you can do;
You may fail, but you may conquer,
See it through!


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No fair using Google to find the answers!