Still the Dawn. A book of poems and ballads.Poems written to preserve memories, explore moods, emotions, art, myths, real events and dreams, together with some attempts at light verse, even nonsense.Ballads that tell tales, reflect on the seasons, time and its passing.The poet enters the mead hall, un-lids his word hoard, recites. He shares his gift.Those who attend to hisStill the Dawn. A book of poems and ballads.Poems written to preserve memories, explore moods, emotions, art, myths, real events and dreams, together with some attempts at light verse, even nonsense.Ballads that tell tales, reflect on the seasons, time and its passing.The poet enters the mead hall, un-lids his word hoard, recites. He shares his gift.Those who attend to his works, he hopes to entertain....
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Still the Dawn: Poems and Ballads Reviews
It took me about six weeks to read this book of poems by Philip Dodd, which was good value. It's hardly a slim volume of crisp verse. More like a cornucopia, a two-pound box of Licorice Allsorts, some soft and easy to scrunch, others hard and chewy. In this volume, Dodd gets through family history, Greek and Norse Myth, fantasy, kids stuff, romance, humour & philosophy with seldom more than three - and never more than four - consecutive pieces of the same type or on the same theme.Usually, I get through a book of poetry at a single two-hour sitting, and this is my preferred mode. Poems put together for publishing house editors conform to one unity or another, to make up a marketable package that consumers can take in measured bites. Reading such books, for me, has become rather like listening to new symphonies or music albums, or watching a new video. I suspect I'm not alone in this. I seldom read poetry at bedtime, like I do chapters of novels or biographies. I don't want chapters in my verse reading, preferring (unlike Larkin's man-under-toad) to get hook, line and sinker all at one sitting.So reading Mr Dodd's work was quite a different experience. I think the author has put together his own Collected Works and published it as his first. By doing this, what he's given us is a sort of self portrait in verse.While I think much of this verse is modern, in terms of its various viewpoints and subject matters, on the other hand there are many pieces here which are rooted in tradition. Again, this makes for an unique type of diversity in one volume. The verse forms, however, are mostly familiar looking; and Mr Dodd does like to use rhyme. Occasionally this leads him into the tuppence zone, and - to the sheer horror of Moderists - inversion. Surprisingly, inversion mostly works well here. For example, in the last lines of, “For A Pair Of Grass Parakeets” – “When I was a boy on the shore,And with my kite I flew.”Elsewhere, inversion leads to syntax problems, which is more problematic. For example, these lines from “Embarkations” –“Embarkations the wind remembersthat blows against the harbour wall.”Some readers will find putting the clause in the second line awkward - or annoying - because in conventional terns it should follow “wind”, and it is rather difficult to read these lines in a conventional way. Nevertheless, I think in this case they work by mimicking a speech pattern. This is the voice of someone unconcerned about putting the cart before the horse. To read these lines aloud is one way of hearing their composer’s voice.A final point on cultural references, with which “Still The Dawn” abounds. In “The Riddle of Samson” many readers may not get the reference to the lion on the tin of Lyle’s golden syrup, nor the motto, “Out of the strong came forth sweetness”. I think this is a case for illustrating a poem with a photo (picking up a sponsorship deal on the way).To sum up, I recommend “Still The Dawn” unreservedly as a good value read for anyone who doesn't let preconceived prejudices about what poetry is - or should be - get in the way of enjoyment.
'Still the Dawn' is an excellent collection of poems for poetry loves to lose themselves in. It is totally absorbing, full of beautiful feelings, beautiful thoughts, beautiful memories, mythology and art. There are odes, songs, ballads - the reader is spoilt for choice. The writing is clear and unambiguous so even the longer poems are easily read.Like I said you can lose yourself in this book. I lost myself in memories of a boy who was happy his grandfather ''looked like a grandfather should'' (p15), a boy who liked to ''search/for the seahorse and the crab/...to chase the wind and waves,/ climb the sand hills, laughing''(p20), a boy who told his friends that sand was ''the dust of dinosaurs''(p34). I found these memories happy and moving all at once. At first 'Hardangervidda' seems to be a happy romantic memory then comes the lines - ''I open up my treasure trove, and go back to then,/ to remember how and end can begin''(p141). I find beauty in the sadness.I lost myself in the mythology. I love mythology but my knowledge of Norse myth is minimal so I had to google Sigurd, Njord, Skadi, and Vala. I enjoyed all the poems with these characters. I also googled Enki, Eridu, Ur, Gilgamesh and Oannes, and now I know that Sumerian and Babylonian mythology exists - I didn't before. But my favourite mythology poem was 'The Redundancy Of Gods', this poem made me feel sorry for the gods as it turns out they need mortals as much as mortals once needed them - ''Hera says the more lamps that burn/ the more the shadow shift''(p13).I lost myself in the art. I like the way the poems engage the reader the way the artworks engage the viewer. Turner not being a favourite of mine I had to google 'Windmill and Rainbow', as it turns out that is not the title of the painting, but I found it easily as the poem describes it so well. I now like the painting and the poem, and I can see how the painting would draw you in. I also liked 'For A Pair Of Grass Parakeets'. In the poem the picture inspires a tune which in turn inspires a memory - ''feel the joy I once knew,/ when I was a boy on the shore,/ and with my kite I flew''(p86).I lost myself in the mood of 'Chimneys and Clouds', 'Still the Dawn', 'Summer Play', 'When Through The Bright October Leaves' (my favourite poem in the book), 'Plough Lands' and 'No Ode For A Crow'. In 'No Ode For A Crow' I love the line - ''In the skin of the air, he pricks a sharp splinter''. Brilliant. I recommend this book.
This collection grounded me like Mother Nature. I could really tell that one of the themes deals with nature, and how it has the harmonious influence our chaotic minds. The sky, the stars, the mountains, the sea, just to name a few just take hold of us and whispers "peace." I was in a place of calm while reading these charismatic poems. Favorite pieces were "Naive Painter" and " Ascent of the Prophet to Heaven." Such a fun, easy, simple read.
Still The Dawn is one of the best poetry books I have ever read. Wonderful pieces of poetry are included in this book. Philip Dodd is a great author. His creative writing inspires most readers all over the world. His works are masterpieces. Philip Dodd's great talent creates fantastic poems and prose. His powerful ink creates masterpieces.
Philip Dodd's background permits him to draw from a wide variety of sources, which makes for some very interesting reading. The pieces which appealed to me the most were the nes in which he spoke about his family and childhood, such as "1914-2000" and "My Father Was a Soailor". "What the Shepherds Saw" provides a new insight on the familiar Nativity story, since it is the innkeeper who speaks. "The Redunancy of Gods" raises from interesting points also.There also are insights into contemporary affairs. "A Man From Syria" cuts through the rhetoric ans gives a pleas to end the war, thereby ending the refugee crisis. Like the other poems, is one is written in an easy-to-read tone and meter. Several of these pieces could easily be set to music I would do so, if I could. Perhaps someone else will. I recommend "Still the Dawn: Odes and Poems" as a pleasant read for the times one has to sit down and reflect on what has been read.