Wednesday, June 01, 2005

A Few Favorite Poetry Lines

Sorry matt, here's what I never wrote.

Now that my ladder's gone,
I must lie down where all the ladders start,
In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.

--William Butler Yeats "The Circus Animals' Desertion"

In Yeats' later years after his many phases he descends from his ladder (which for me represents his endless search for mystical, mythic truth/meaning, blah, blah); he finds himself left with the trash of his own existence (which is redeemed in the act of creating).

I cannot omit a section from Yeats' "The Second Coming" with all of its contemporary significance:

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

The reigning champion of sunset images for my money is Dickinson ("How the Old Mountains Drip With Sunset"):

Now it is Night in Nest and Kennel
And Where was the Wood
Just a Dome of Abyss is *Bowing
Into Solitude

*ED also used "Nodding" here

As the poet was left breathless at the sight of the sunset, so too I gasp, puzzled by her creation. The poem ends...


These are the visions *flitted Guido;
Titian never told;
Domenichino dropped *the pencil,
*Powerless to unfold.

*baffled
*his
*Paralyzed with Gold

6 Comments:

Blogger lucas said...

more importantly, how do i get you this cd?

12:51 PM  
Blogger Rew said...

Lucas -- friday night, June 10th. Brew Works. Be there, or be... somewhere else.

8:06 PM  
Blogger mickrect said...

Sorry Lucas,

I neglected this, but rew is right, be there or ...

peace

4:47 PM  
Blogger mattreed said...

Ian Hamilton wrote a book about the live of 50 20th century poets he hoped he could help save from oblivion (The book is called "Against Oblivion and is supposed to be good), however: "Four rather more celebrated names are also not included on my list: Hardy, Yeats, Eliot and Auden. For these four, it appears to me, oblivion presents no threat. There can be no disputing either their mastery or their supremacy, as the 20th century's most gifted poetic presences, and those most likely to endure."

6:56 PM  
Blogger mattreed said...

Also, did your professors really talk all that much about the l=a=n=g=u=a=g=e poets?

7:03 PM  
Blogger johanna said...

mike: quid pro quo:

what's your take on whitman?

7:02 PM  

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