A Brief History
On September 12, 1907, Georgian Poet and politician Prince Ilia Chavchavadze died, the victim of murder by six thugs, believed to be Bolsheviks from the Russian Social Democratic Labour Party. Georgia at that time was part of Russia, and Prince Ilia was a pro-Georgian nationalist that was critical of the Social Democrats. To this day, Prince Ilia remains perhaps the most revered man in Georgia.
Prince Ilia had been a member of the Russian Duma, their form of legislature under the Czar. Prior to membership in the Duma, Prince Ilia was born in 1838 and received a good education, including literature and the arts. He fought against Dagestani invasions as a member of the militia, and was trained in military arts as well as academic ones. Moving to St. Petersburg and attending the University there, Prince Ilia composed many of his most memorable poems. He also worked as a journalist, essayist, and author, as well as renowned poet, an eloquent voice for the nationhood of Georgia. Ilia was canonized a saint by the Georgian Orthodox and Apostolic Church in 1987, known as “Saint Ilia the Righteous.”
Prince Ilia was not the only poet that died on September 12, as Eugenio Montale of Italy died on Septe12, 1981 (he was a Nobel Laureate in 1975 for Literature), one of Italy’s greatest poets. Closer to home, Robert Lowell of the United States died on September 12, 1977. Lowell had twice won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry and served as the Poet Laureate for the Library of Congress. In the July 2013 issue of Harper’s Magazine an article titled Poetry Slam (or the Decline of American Verse) starts off with an homage to a Lowell poem, contrasting its artistry with what the author perceives as much less quality American poetry today.
In honor of these revered poets of the past, History and Headlines will now regale you with an original poem by Major Dan. Enjoy, and please feel free to critique the poem as you will.
I Hate Trees (a poem)
I think that I will never see
A thing I hate as much as trees
While in the wind their foliage shudders,
I have to clean leaves from my gutters
Their roots disrupt the sewer lines,
Trim them back or pay the fines
They give the birds a place to stoop,
While on my car the birds do poop
Their roots lift up the concrete grade,
Then they bend my lawn mower blade
Who planted them so close to home?
An idiot, or just a Gnome?
Trees smash your house with a giant trunk,
Which will cost you quite a chunk
Pick up branches and rake the leaves,
Trees will always make you grieve
Their Peaches and Pears attract the bees,
God how I hate the trees!
They make it hard to cut the grass,
All these trees can kiss my butt
I don’t like skunks, do you?
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For more information, please see…
Russell, Pamela August. B Is for Bad Poetry. Sterling, 2009.