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Report in The Times today which I'll paraphrase - I can't post a link because it will be behind a paywall. :(

 

Simon Armitage, poet and Oxford professor of poetry, said that Bob Dylan's verse was nowhere near the standard usually demanded for the Nobel prize for literature. The Times had previously printed some extracts and he thought that any competent 12 year old could have written them. 'They're full of mixed metaphors, cheesy rhymes, hypermetric syllables.'

 

He did acknowledge Dylan's genius as a songwriter and musician.

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"To a Friend"

 

Thy voice, as tender as the light

That shivers low at eve –

Thy hair, where myriad flashes bright

Do in and outward weave –

Thy charms in their diversity

Half frighten and astonish me.

 

Thine eyes, that hold a mirth subdued

Like deep pools scattering fire –

Mine dare not meet them in their mood,

For fear of my desire,

Lest thou that secret do descry

Which evermore I must deny.

 

Hard is the world that does not give

To every love a place;

Hard is the power that bids us live

A life bereft of grace –

Hard, hard to lose thy figure, dear,

My star and my religion here!

 

James Fenimore Cooper

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"To a Friend"

 

Thy voice, as tender as the light

That shivers low at eve –

Thy hair, where myriad flashes bright

Do in and outward weave –

Thy charms in their diversity

Half frighten and astonish me.

 

Thine eyes, that hold a mirth subdued

Like deep pools scattering fire –

Mine dare not meet them in their mood,

For fear of my desire,

Lest thou that secret do descry

Which evermore I must deny.

 

Hard is the world that does not give

To every love a place;

Hard is the power that bids us live

A life bereft of grace –

Hard, hard to lose thy figure, dear,

My star and my religion here!

 

James Fenimore Cooper

I thank you for sharing this; I was unaware of it. It calls to a melancholy place deep with in me, and does so with an elegance and grace I can only attain in my dreams.

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That's wonderful .. thanks AC... but it's the same song sad sung through the Ages .. I can't admit my true self, my true feelings ...

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"To a Friend"

 

Thy voice, as tender as the light

That shivers low at eve –

Thy hair, where myriad flashes bright

Do in and outward weave –

Thy charms in their diversity

Half frighten and astonish me.

 

Thine eyes, that hold a mirth subdued

Like deep pools scattering fire –

Mine dare not meet them in their mood,

For fear of my desire,

Lest thou that secret do descry

Which evermore I must deny.

 

Hard is the world that does not give

To every love a place;

Hard is the power that bids us live

A life bereft of grace –

Hard, hard to lose thy figure, dear,

My star and my religion here!

 

 

James Fenimore Cooper

Lovely poem Ben. The last line of the first stanza really astonished me. And very intriguing; not the poem but the friend of yours.

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Lovely poem Ben. The last line of the first stanza really astonished me. And very intriguing; not the poem but the friend of yours.

This is a poem, Emi, written by the author James Fenimore Cooper, in about the 1820s.

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This is a poem, Emi, written by the author James Fenimore Cooper, in about the 1820s.

Ohh!!! :)

 

Is that mean I have to ask about his friend too...!? :gikkle:

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Very excited today ... Got a nice free book from Book Bub.. the works of Edgar Allen Poe... and some background about him as well.. :)

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Very excited today ... Got a nice free book from Book Bub.. the works of Edgar Allen Poe... and some background about him as well.. :)

That's wonderful. Congrats!

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That's wonderful. Congrats!

It has one of those Essay's you mentioned to me .. 

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I need a day, to just catch up on all the amazing poetry I've missed and been missing. Soon though.. Or else I'd wish this forum would transport it's poets into my living room.. So much better.. 

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These Haiku are the results of my morning stride.

 

 

Sun arise— above

Through the morning fog and clouds—

A star disappears.

 

****----****

 

Hens and roosters squawks—

As crows and sparrows follows—

Early morning feat.

 

What do you think guys???

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These Haiku are the results of my morning stride.

 

 

Sun arise— above

Through the morning fog and clouds—

A star disappears.

 

****----****

 

Hens and roosters squawks—

As crows and sparrows follows—

Early morning feat.

 

What do you think guys???

I like them but i think squawks and follows should be squawk and follow.

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These Haiku are the results of my morning stride.

 

 

Sun arise— above

Through the morning fog and clouds—

A star disappears.

 

****----****

 

Hens and roosters squawks—

As crows and sparrows follows—

Early morning feat.

 

What do you think guys???

...I'm not sure I understand 'Early morning feat.'

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none of those work for your poem...they all reference 'feat' as an abbreviation of 'featuring'

 

...Well, I probably don't understand your last line... that's what I'm thinking

i took it as feat: an extraodinary act or displaying boldness    ...  like roosters and crows do 

 

makes sense to me like that.

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Emi, how about 'fest' if you're trying to give the idea of a music festival? Fest is an abbreviation used here if not elsewhere. :)

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