Name That Poet

[daughter]

I thought it might be fun to post poems by published poets.

Number the poem in the subject line: Name That Poet # "X"

Poets when you reply please reference the poem number.

Instead of critiquing the work, intepret it, post your impression. Did you enjoy it, hate it, nuetral? Say why.


#1

Privacy

Finally
the only one I want
to caress is you

You watch the changing
light across the sky
I watch your eyes.


DING!!!DING!!!DING!!!
----Olga Broumas Thanks Killer Muffin

 

[daughter]

NAME THAT POET #2

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[daughter]

NAME THAT POET #3

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[alice]

No takers

#2 is D.H. Lawrence

Not like the guy isn't popular or anything. LOL

Alice

 

[alice]

NAME THAT POET #4

Poem #3

I gather up

each sound

you left behind

and stretch them

on our bed.


each nite


I breathe you

and become high.

 

[KillerMuffin]

#1 is Olga Boumous or something. Never could spell it.

I liked the sparseness of it. Very few words, most of the concrete ones and not abstract. The wealth of feeling there, though, is not only subtle but powerful.

Finally she says. The only one she wants his "you." "You" watches the sky, indifference? She watches "you's" eyes, waiting, hopeful?

 

[KillerMuffin]

#5

This is my absolute favorite poem...

Mirage

Christina Rossetti

The hope I dreamed of was a dream,
Was but a dream; and now I wake,
Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,
For a dream's sake.

I hang my harp upon a tree,
A weeping willow in a lake;
I hang my silenced harp there, wrung and snapt
For a dream's sake.

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;
My silent heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
For a dream's sake.



My favorite poet...

 

[daughter]

answers

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[KillerMuffin]

No problem.

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[daughter]

NAME THAT POET #6

LOVE IS NOT CONCERNED

Alice Walker

love is not concerned
with whom you pray
or where you slept
the night you ran away
from home
love is concerned
that the beating of your heart
should kill no one


***Thanks, Alice.

 

[daughter]

NAME THAT POET #7

Don't Be Surprised

Don't be surprised
that no verse is born
when buds are crackling with sap
and the happy bird lays her eggs.

Wait until the tree strips bare
until the sky bleeds
until the stone you walk on
is covered by withered leaves.

Then perhaps the time will come
for the skeletal tree
to grow heavy with fruit
like the Christmas tree
full of sparkling balls,
and the old child
trembling with emotion
will perhaps receive the gift
in which he no longer believed.

 

[karmadog]

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[alice]

#6 is easy

daughter, you know I would know this one. Only my favorite author. #6 is Alice Walker, my namesake.

Alice

 

[Guest]

Re: Name that poet #5

KM--

I have done a few searches. Can't find the poet. How about a hint. What time period? Genre? Male or female?

Emerson?

daughter


Mirage

The hope I dreamed of was a dream,
Was but a dream; and now I wake,
Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,
For a dream's sake.

 

[WriterDom]

#5 Christina Rossetti

 

[WriterDom]

#8

The Heart

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.

I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter - bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."

 

[KillerMuffin]

#8 is In the Desert by Stephen Crane. I love that one.

 

[KillerMuffin]

I finally figured it out. #3 is Gary Soto.

 

[garyblue]

#3?

Is that Gary Soto? I can't find it, but it rings a bell. Note the fine first name<g>

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next time I'll go through the posts before coming up a couple of hours late and a nickel short.

 

[KillerMuffin]

*grins* Great minds think alike.

 

[daughter]

NAME THAT POET #8a

Name that Poet #8

Louise Glück


THE GARDEN

The garden admires you.
For your sake it smears itself with green pigment,
the ecstatic reds of the roses,
so that you will come to it with your lovers.

And the willows-
see how it has shaped these green
tents of silence. Yet
there is still something you need,
your body so soft, so alive, among the stone animal


Thanks, MoM

 

[daughter]

Still need answers for #4 et #7

Any takers?

Thanks for participating folks.

Peace,

daughter

 

[daughter]

NAME THAT POET #9

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[Camille]

Re: NAME THAT POET #4

Poem #3

I gather up

each sound

you left behind

and stretch them

on our bed.


each nite


I breathe you

and become high.

Sonia Sanchez

 

[Camille]

Re: NAME THAT POET #7

Don't Be Surprised

Don't be surprised
that no verse is born
when buds are crackling with sap
and the happy bird lays her eggs.

Wait until the tree strips bare
until the sky bleeds
until the stone you walk on
is covered by withered leaves.

Then perhaps the time will come
for the skeletal tree
to grow heavy with fruit
like the Christmas tree
full of sparkling balls,
and the old child
trembling with emotion
will perhaps receive the gift
in which he no longer believed.

Maria Banus