tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64298475247695723032011-06-07T23:29:18.171-07:00A place for people to read a poem in the context of some interesting, eccentric, and occasionally bizarre online resources.Steve Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14142166609661141619noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429847524769572303.post-6078422730745666382007-11-26T07:14:00.000-08:002007-11-26T07:15:28.399-08:00<a href="http://amherst01002.blogspot.com/">http://amherst01002.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br /><a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=17467404">http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=17467404</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429847524769572303-607842273074566638?l=one-poem-at-a-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Steve Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14142166609661141619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429847524769572303.post-14731716703078466932007-11-16T07:13:00.000-08:002007-11-16T07:20:18.194-08:00<a href="http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=9906E4D81331F931A1575AC0A9649C8B63&amp;n=Top/Reference/Times%20Topics/People/D/Dickinson,%20Emily">"No Callers, Please -- We're Poets"</a> is an article from the <i>New York Times</i> Archive discussing Victorian women poets who led cloistered lives but wrote "inexplicably fiery, sexy, sharp-witted verse." Contrasts Dickinson's "I'm Nobody, Who are You?" with Whitman's "I celebrate myself, and sing myself."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429847524769572303-1473171670307846693?l=one-poem-at-a-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Steve Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14142166609661141619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429847524769572303.post-1313794584039569282007-11-02T08:03:00.001-07:002007-11-15T08:26:06.829-08:00How strangely ironic to choose this poem "Nobody." A Blog is all about establishing a presence on the Web. A Bog? How Public. Is this how I become a <span style="color:#006600;">Frog</span>? I feel like a foil to my own <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Subconscious">subconscious</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429847524769572303-131379458403956928?l=one-poem-at-a-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Steve Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14142166609661141619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429847524769572303.post-86484087942239513422007-11-02T07:56:00.000-07:002007-11-15T08:26:32.001-08:00<a href="http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/155">http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/155</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429847524769572303-8648408794223951342?l=one-poem-at-a-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Steve Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14142166609661141619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429847524769572303.post-84180064970557147512007-11-02T07:47:00.000-07:002007-11-15T08:27:35.009-08:00There's an interesting video at the Favorite Poem Project of "I'm Nobody" being read and talked about by a 16-year old: <a href="http://www.favoritepoem.org/">http://www.favoritepoem.org/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429847524769572303-8418006497055714751?l=one-poem-at-a-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Steve Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14142166609661141619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429847524769572303.post-79477381660076860302007-11-02T07:26:00.000-07:002007-11-15T08:27:47.963-08:00I'm Nobody! Who are you?<br />Are you—Nobody—Too?<br />Then there's a pair of us!<br />Don't tell! they'd advertise—you know!<br /><br />How dreary—to be—Somebody!<br />How public—like a Frog—<br />To tell one's name—the livelong June—<br />To an admiring Bog!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429847524769572303-7947738166007686030?l=one-poem-at-a-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Steve Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14142166609661141619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429847524769572303.post-89030847231483014022007-11-01T13:00:00.000-07:002007-11-09T13:18:34.048-08:00<a href="http://www.paperdolls.com/pages/emilydressem.htm">http://www.paperdolls.com/pages/emilydressem.htm</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429847524769572303-8903084723148301402?l=one-poem-at-a-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Steve Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14142166609661141619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429847524769572303.post-12659447697024084592007-11-01T12:33:00.000-07:002007-11-15T08:29:25.750-08:00Roses are <span style="color:#ff0000;"><span colore="red">Red</span> </span><br />Violets are B<span style="color:#3366ff;">lue</span><br />I don't understand<br />a thing about <span style="color:#000000;">you.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429847524769572303-1265944769702408459?l=one-poem-at-a-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Steve Olsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14142166609661141619noreply@blogger.com2