How come nobody has written a ponification of Yeats' The Song Of Wandering Aengus? Or even used a title referencing the silver apples of the moon and/or golden apples of the sun? This strikes me as exactly the sort of thing TheJediMasterEd should be posting as hit-you-between-the-eyes historical Pony.
Speaking of poetry:
I've had a thought tickling at the back of my brain ever since promising author's notes for Thou Goddess. I'm considering posting the story again (as a second chapter) with overdubbed annotations — in other words, the literary equivalent of going into the DVD menu and turning on the commentary track. The original story would be there in the background and notes inset in color, perhaps with different colors for poetry analysis and deleted scenes and random trivia.
Here's an even crazier thought — if I did, would anyone who both enjoyed the story and enjoys literary analysis be interested in teaming up with me for the annotated version? Something like: offering guest feedback on where you found the story effective and why, where the story stumbled and why, and what authorial tricks you noticed me using or failing to use. I'm too close to the story to properly do that, and I could see it being useful for readers seeking to improve their own work — the chance to see a reasonably well-regarded story critically dissected. (If you have enough to say, I could even give you your own "audio track" separate from mine.)
Speaking of Aengus:
The Waterboys set the poem to music …
… but there's a musical version I like better, which I guarantee you've never heard of. It's off of an obscure 1992 CD by a band called Untitled Red, and given that the closest mention I can find of them on the Internet is Gregory Day's Wikipedia discography (his own website doesn't even mention it), I don't feel any shame in uncurling my tail, pulling an MP3 from my hoard, and breathing some fire back into this frozen memory. Here, y'all, a present from a dragon: no strings attached.
Speaking of music and poetry:
If you liked Thou Goddess, I'm also going to take a moment to recommend the music of Sufjan Stevens. I think you'll fall in love with it for the same reasons. He's a consummate songsmith, with some immediately catchy songs whose rich lyrics invite further research — and then, a few months down the line, there's that moment when you're casually listening to "The Tallest Man, The Broadest Shoulders" and realize that the song is in 11/4 time.
Come On, Feel The Illinoise! is a magnificent starting point — both the album (one of my modern favorites) and the song:
If the lyrics alone don't make you drop your jaw in disbelief, skip forward to about the four-minute mark (past the subtle transition from 5/4 time to 4/4) and listen to "Carl Sandburg Visits Me In A Dream", which still has the capability of moving me to tears, and which ends on a message that challenges us directly as authors.
Modern poetry is not dead. It has merely infiltrated the bastions of the other disciplines, and it's there for the finding.