Poems
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Spring
2006
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1.
Stars, Songs, Faces Carl
Sandburg 2. The Raven Edgar Allan Poe 3. I Look into My Glass Thomas Hardy 4. I Talk to my Body Anna Swir (Świrszczyńska) 5. When I Watch the Living Meet A. E. Housman 6. Questioning Faces Robert Frost 7. kitchenette building Gwendolyn Brooks 8. Cologne Samuel Taylor Coleridge 9. Lazy Man's Song Po Chu-i | 10.
A Little Tooth Thomas Lux |
1.
Stars, Songs, Faces AE
RP
http://search.able2know.com/About/6157.html
Carl Sandburg American
(1878-1967)
http://carl-sandburg.com/biography.htm
Gather
the stars if you wish it so.
Gather the songs and keep them.
Gather the
faces of women.
Gather for keeping years and years.
And then...
Loosen
your hands, let go and say goodbye.
Let the stars and songs go.
Let the
faces and years go.
Loosen your hands and say goodbye.
2.
The Raven (print out and
bring to class) audio
1: Christopher Walken (source
page) local
file
audio
2: Basil Rathbone (source
page)
More audio links for "The Raven": http://www.joot.com/dave/writings/raven/audio/
http://bau2.uibk.ac.at/sg/poe/works/poetry/raven.html
Edgar
Allan Poe American (1809-1849)
http://bau2.uibk.ac.at/sg/poe/Bio.html
3.
I Look into My Glass
AE
RP
http://www.adnax.com/poems/th05.htm
Thomas
Hardy English (1840-1928)
http://www.online-literature.com/hardy
http://www.adnax.com/biogs/th.htm
I
look into my glass,
And view my wasting skin,
And say, "Would God
it came to pass
My heart had shrunk as thin!"
For
then, I, undistrest
By hearts grown cold to me,
Could lonely wait my endless
rest
With equanimity.
But
Time, to make me grieve,
Part steals, lets part abide;
And shakes this
fragile frame at eve
With throbbings of noontide.
4.
I Talk to my Body
AE
RP
http://msdedi.typepad.com/reflex_photos/2005/03/post_1.html
Anna
Swir (Świrszczyńska) Polish (1909-1984)
paper
abstract
My
body, you are an animal
whose appropriate behavior
is concentration and
discipline.
An effort
of an athlete, of a saint and of a yogi.
Well trained
you
may become for me
a gate
through which I will leave myself
and a gate
through
which I will enter myself.
A plumb line to the center of the earth
and a
cosmic ship to Jupiter.
My body, you are an animal
for whom ambition
is
right.
Splendid possibilities
are open to us.
5.
When I Watch the Living Meet
AE
RP
http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poem/1065.html
A.E.
Housman English (1859-1936)
http://poetry.poetryx.com/poets/67/bio
When
I watch the living meet
And the moving pageant file
Warm and breathing
through the street
Where I lodge a little while,
If
the heats of hate and lust
In the house of flesh are strong,
Let me mind
the house of dust
Where my sojourn shall be long.
In
the nation that is not
Nothing stands that stood before;
There revenges
are forgot,
And the hater hates no more;
Lovers
lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the bridegroom all
night through
Never turns him to the bride.
6.
Questioning Faces
AE
RP
http://www.cs.duke.edu/~lipyeow/poetry/anthol.html
Robert
Frost American (1874-1963)
http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/192
The
winter owl banked just in time to pass
And save herself from breaking window
glass.
And her wings straining suddenly aspread
Caught color from the last
of evening red
In a display of underdown and quill
To glassed-in children
at the window sill.
7.
kitchenette building
AE
RP
http://homepages.wmich.edu/~k6riemer/poetrybrooks.htm
Gwendolyn
Brooks American (1917-2000)
http://www.math.buffalo.edu/~sww/brooks/brooks-biobib.html#bio
http://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/poets/a_f/brooks/life.htm
We
are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan,
Grayed in, and gray. "Dream"
makes a giddy sound, not strong
Like "rent," "feeding a wife,"
"satisfying a man."
But
could a dream send up through onion fumes
Its white and violet, fight with
fried potatoes
And yesterday's garbage ripening in the hall,
Flutter, or
sing an aria down these rooms
Even
if we were willing to let it in,
Had time to warm it, keep it very clean,
Anticipate
a message, let it begin?
We
wonder. But not well! not for a minute!
Since Number Five is out of the bathroom
now,
We think of lukewarm water, hope to get in it.
8.
Cologne
AE
RP
http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=3049&poem=13537
Samuel
Taylor Coleridge English (1772-1834)
http://www.online-literature.com/coleridge/
http://www.incompetech.com/authors/coleridge/
In
Kohln, a town of monks and bones,
And pavements fang'd with murderous stones
And
rags, and hags, and hideous wenches;
I counted two and seventy stenches,
All
well defined, and several stinks!
Ye Nymphs that reign o'er sewers and sinks,
The
river Rhine, it is well known,
Doth wash your city of Cologne;
But tell
me, Nymphs, what power divine
Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?
9.
Lazy Man's Song
AE
RP
http://www.potw.org/archive/potw385.html
Po Chu-i Chinese
(722-846)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bai_Juyi
Translated by Arthur Waley (1889-1966)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_Waley
http://www.renditions.org/renditions/sps/s_5.html
I
have got patronage, but am too lazy to use it;
I have got land, but am too
lazy to farm it.
My house leaks; I am too lazy to mend it.
My clothes are
torn; I am too lazy to darn them.
I have got wine, but am too lazy to drink;
So
it's just the same as if my cellar were empty.
I have got a harp, but am too
lazy to play;
So it's just the same as if it had no strings.
My wife tells
me there is no more bread in the house;
I want to bake, but am too lazy to
grind.
My friends and relatives write me long letters;
I should like to
read them, but they're such a bother to open.
I have always been told that
Chi Shu-yeh
Passed his whole life in absolute idleness.
But he played the
harp and sometimes transmuted metals,
So even he was not so lazy as I.
10.
A Little Tooth WA
listen AE
RP
http://plagiarist.com/poetry/index.php?wid=1803
http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/programs/2001/11/26/index.html
Thomas
Lux American (1946- )
http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/115
Your
baby grows a tooth, then two,
and four, and five, then she wants some meat
directly
from the bone. It's all
over:
she'll learn some words, she'll fall
in love with cretins, dolts, a sweet
talker
on his way to jail. And you,
your
wife, get old, flyblown, and rue
nothing. You did, you loved, your feet
are
sore. It's dusk. Your daughter's tall.
11.
My Friend, The Things That Do Attain
AE
RP
http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/howard01.html
Henry
Howard, Earl of Surrey English (1517-1547)
http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/henrybio.htm
My
friend, the things that do attain
The happy life be these, I find:
The riches
left, not got with pain;
The fruitful ground; the quiet mind;
The
equal friend; no grudge; no strife;
No charge of rule, nor governance;
Without
disease, the healthy life;
The household of continuance;
The
mean diet, no dainty fare;
Wisdom joined with simpleness;
The night discharged
of all care,
Where wine the wit may not oppress:
The
faithful wife, without debate;
Such sleeps as may beguile the night;
Content
thyself with thine estate,
Neither wish death, nor fear his might.
12.
Rearview Mirror
WA
listen AE
RP
http://www.people.cornell.edu/pages/rrm4/poetry/rearviewmirror.htm
Robert
Morgan American (1944- )
http://www.people.cornell.edu/pages/rrm4/bio/index.htm
http://www.poems.com/rmorgint.htm
This
little pool in the air is
not a spring but sink into which
trees and highway,
bank and fields are
sipped away to minuteness. All
split on the present
then merge in
stretched perspective, radiant in
reverse, the wide world
guttering
back to one lit point, as our way
weeps away to the horizon
in
this eye where the past flies ahead.
13.
Ape With A Cape
AE
RP
http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=132134&poem=2482691
Duncan
Wyllie
Ape with a cape
Stands there flashing his maybes
at her
How rude, keeps her guessing
She
can't cage him in
To her world, make her safer
So, she searches the jungle
For
riper bananas
Cape
falls from ape, revealing all
Drops her fruit for him
To come running back
To
this kind of wild.
14.
People Like Us
WA
listen AE
RP
http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/programs/2005/12/19/
Robert
Bly American (1926- )
http://www.robertbly.com/biography.html
There
are more like us. All over the world
There are confused people, who can't remember
The
name of their dog when they wake up, and
people
Who
love God but can't remember where
He
was when they went to sleep. It's
All right. The world cleanses itself this
way.
A wrong number occurs to you in the middle
Of the night, you dial it,
it rings just in time
To
save the house. And the second-story man
Gets the wrong address, where the
insomniac lives,
And he's lonely, and they talk, and the thief
Goes back
to college. Even in graduate school,
You
can wander into the wrong classroom,
And hear great poems lovingly spoken
By
the wrong professor. And you find your soul
And greatness has a defender, and
even in death
you're safe
15.
Epitaphium Erotii
AE
RP
http://www.emule.com/poetry/?page=poem&poem=1848
Robert
Louis Stevenson Scottish (1850-1894)
http://www.absoluteastronomy.com/reference/robert_louis_stevenson
Here
lies Erotion, whom at six years old
Fate pilfered. Stranger (when I too am
cold,
Who shall succeed me in my rural field),
To this small spirit annual
honours yield!
Bright be thy hearth, hale be thy babes, I crave
And this,
in thy green farm, the only grave.
16.
Evil
AE
RP
Langston Hughes African-American
(1902-1967)
http://www.nathanielturner.com/langstonhughesbio.htm
Looks
like what drives me crazy
Don't have no effect on you
But I'm gonna
keep on at it
Till it drives you crazy, too.
I
can't go on
I really can't go on
I swear
I can't go on
so I guess
I'll
get up
and go on.
Readers:
Karen
Chung (US English)
Colin R. Whiteley (RP)