Poetry Afternoon
I'm declaring the rest of my activities online today are dedicated to Poetry
Here's some nice short stuff flying around.
Robert Frost -
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold,
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only for an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day;
Nothing gold can stay.
I've always liked Robert Frost. Well I guess who doesn't. I like some of his weirder shit, but mostly I like him because he's a huge baseball fan I guess.
Walt Whitman -
To the states or any one of them, or any city of the States, Resist much, obey little,
Once unquestioning obedience, once fully enslaved,
Once fully enslaved, no-nation, state, city of this earth, ever afterward resumes its liberty.
Old crazy uncle Walt. He did a lot of great political poems
DH Lawrence -
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
My Fave DH one. I really wish he would have done a political satire or really jumped on the Aldous train. Sons and Lovers is great and so are most of his short stories. I recommend for short stories..umm...Sun, Two Blue Birds, and The Horse Dealers Daughter.
DH Lawrence -
The feelings I don't have, I don't have.
The feelings I don't have, I won't say I have.
The feelings you say you have, you don't have.
The feelings you would like us both to have, we neither of us have.
The feelings people ought to have, they never have.
If people say they've got feelings, you may be pretty sure they haven't got them.
So if you want either of us to feel anything at all
You'd better abandon all idea of feelings altogether.
More Killer DH.
Hart Crane has to be one of my favorite poet deaths stories. He also wrote a great poem called "The Bride". It's about the Brooklyn bridge, I believe, it's been a while since I have read it.
BUT CHECK THIS SHIT OUT!
Here's how Hart Crane died. His father was a rich candy maker in Cleveland. Hart moved to NYC wrote some stuff got around. All on Daddies dime. He wrote The Bridge. Got some fellowships including the Guggenheim joint. Ran into Dylan Thomas. Learned how to drink. Moved to Mexico and then the Great Depression happens. The 30's cause his father to go bankrupt and die. He boozes his face on Mexico and is said to look as though he is 50 when he is 32. He takes a charted boat back to America and on the way, he climbs up to the crows nest and does a FUCKING SWAN DIVE into shark infest waters. He was instantly torn to pieces. Fuckin hot!
