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- xw posted on 09/16/2005Poetic Forms: The Sonnet by Conrad Geller The sonnet is like the legendary camel which, having put its nose into the tent to keep it warm, soon makes himself at home. Originally an Italian import, it has become the most popular, almost the standard form in English, with thousands of published examples produced by practically every major and minor poet since before Shakespeare. Everyone should write at least one sonnet in a lifetime. Sonnets are fourteen-line poems, period. They exist in every
- xw posted on 09/16/2005Poetic Forms: The Villanelle by Conrad Geller One traditional form of poetry that can be fun to write, is technically easy compared to the most challenging forms, and often surprises the poet with its twists and discoveries, is the villanelle. Villanelles have been around for at least three hundred years. Its name derives from the Italian villa, or country house, where noblemen went to refresh themselves, perhaps dally with the locals, and imagine that they were back to nature. It seems to have g
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- xw posted on 09/06/2005Blake was a splendid graphic artist as well as a literary genius. After an early period of unsophisticated lyrics, he produced visionary poems of remarkable scope and originality. His influence has increeased steadily since his death, and among his literary descendants can be counted D.G. Rossetti, W. b. Yeats, and Allen Ginsberg. ##### The Tiger TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant dee
- xw posted on 09/06/2005Ben Jonson is the earliest English writer who is routinely called by a nickname, a familiarity that seems justified by Jonson's vigor, charm, and good humor. He was a successful playwright, producing tragedies as well as comedies; a translator, conversationalist, and critic of great learning and distinction; and , above all, a lyric poet whose grace and energy are the equal of his best classical precursors. ##### Drink to Me Only With Thine Eyes (To Celia) Drink to me only with thin
- xw posted on 09/06/2005Donne was a Roman Catholic but later, while studying law, joined the Church of England. he was a travel, diplomat, and courtier. Rather late in life., he bacame a preacher and was soon famous for his sermons; he was made Dean of St. Paul's in 1621. Donne could write, with equal facility and depth, passionate poems of secular love and passionate poems of sacred love, both sorts informed by large-minded wit. ##### Death Be Not Proud DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee Might
- xw posted on 09/06/2005Wallace Stevens Sunday Morning 1 Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, And the green freedom of a cockatoo Upon a rug mingle to dissipate The holy hush of ancient sacrifice. She dreams a little, and she feels the dark Encroachment of that old catastrophe, As a calm darkens among water-lights. The pungent oranges and bright, green wings Seem things in some procession of the dead, Winding across wide water, without sound. The day is like wide water, wit
- xw posted on 09/05/2005Wallace Stevens - The Idea Of Order At Key West She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to mind or voice, Like a body wholly body, fluttering Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion Made constant cry, caused constantly a cry, That was not ours although we understood, Inhuman, of the veritable ocean. The sea was not a mask. No more was she. The song and water were not medleyed sound Even if what she sang was what she heard, Since what she sang was uttered word by wo
- xw posted on 09/01/2005Caberet What good is sitting Alone in your room, Come hear the music play Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the cabaret Put down the knitting, The book and the broom, It's time for a holiday Life is a cabaret, old chum, Come to the cabaret. Come taste the wine, Come hear the band Come blow your horn, Start celebrating Right this way, Your table's waiting No use permitting Some prophet of doom To wipe every smile away Life is a Cabaret, old chum, Come to the cabaret I use
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- xw posted on 08/29/2005"The bluest blue stockings" I idolize the Ladies! They are fairies, That spiritualize this world of ours; From heavenly hot-beds most delightful flowers, Or choice cream-cheeses from celestial dairies, But learning, in its barbarous seminaries, Gives the dear creatures many wretched hours, And on their gossamer intellect sternly showers SCIENCE, with all its horrid accessaries [sic]. Now, seriously, the only things, I think, In which young ladies should instructed be, Are
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