Word Order Game

[wildsweetone]

i was peering through one of my mother's english school workbooks and came across this game i thought would be neat to share. (it might also get me reading more poetry)


unjumble the word order and write the poem's title and author.


I in the gold have of much travelled realms.

 

[Remec]

i was peering through one of my mother's english school workbooks and came across this game i thought would be neat to share. (it might also get me reading more poetry)


unjumble the word order and write the poem's title and author.


I in the gold have of much travelled realms.

I figured out the line ("Much have I travelled in the realms of gold") 'cause I like these sorts of puzzles, but I will admit to having to google the end phrase to get the author and poem. (John Keats, "On First Looking into Chapman's Homer")

I'm just not particularly versed in, well, verse. <g> Hmmm....<slipping off to start a new thread>

 

[Guest]

I figured out the line ("Much have I travelled in the realms of gold") 'cause I like these sorts of puzzles, but I will admit to having to google the end phrase to get the author and poem. (John Keats, "On First Looking into Chapman's Homer")

I'm just not particularly versed in, well, verse. <g> Hmmm....<slipping off to start a new thread>

Bur - but - but - it's your turn.

Oh well.

and sneer cold of lip and wrinkled command

Great idea for a thread, WS0

 

[Tzara]

Bur - but - but - it's your turn.

Oh well.

and sneer cold of lip and wrinkled command

Great idea for a thread, WS0

One of my favorites:

and wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command

"Ozymandias" by Percy Bysshe Shelley

How about

strange but lies feel it beating where the heart

 

[duckiesmut]

But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

Yeats..."Leda and the Swan"



thinks of another...


in tomb the storms golden the freezing shot

 

[teacherman570]

Dylan Thomas - A Process In The Weather Of The Heart

A very good thread indeed, I'm looking forward to expanding my poetic knowledge.

Let's see...

No black leaves trodden had in step

 

[wildsweetone]

oh my favourite!!!!

Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken.




oh grief... somebody choose another one.

 

[Tzara]

oh my favourite!!!!

Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken.




oh grief... somebody choose another one.

OK. Another of my favorites:

the amazing sky boy of something out a falling

 

[duckiesmut]

Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky.

"Musée des Beaux Arts" by W. H. Auden



And another:

monstrous and watch God follow step your me din a amid

 

[duckiesmut]

Didn't mean to kill this thread.

That was:

God amid a monstrous din
watch your step and follow me

e.e. cummings
"here is little Effie's head"

 

[Tzara]

Didn't mean to kill this thread.

That was:

God amid a monstrous din
watch your step and follow me

e.e. cummings
"here is little Effie's head"

Oh, Duckie, Duckie, you sweet dear!
Don't let my ignorance besmear
your wonderful selection here
of line poetic.

I had actually figured out the line. (Yes, yes, that is really easy to say with no proof.) And it seemed familiar. But I wasn't able to off my head (I wasn't able to off my head? Thank God!) remember which poem it was. Googled it (oh, shamefully, shamefully, relied upon the internet) and found Monsieur Cummings. It didn't seem fair for me to answer on that basis, so I was waiting for more clever people to step forward.

This is particularly galling as he was my favorite poet, growing up. Someone I need to revisit, anyhow in a pretty how town. (Yeah, innacurate quote, but close enough in spirit.)

So let me lob another softball at you, Ms. Cleverness, who seems to have the entire history of poetry just tingling beneath your fingertips, eager to be unleashed. Another one o' my favorites:

and mete I unto a wife matched savage dole laws with an aged race unequal

That should be pretty easy. I think. It's actually two lines, but quite famous. And a good poem for people to read, if they haven't.

 

[Angeline]

nor its own born out of beauty, despair

 

[Angeline]

Oh, Duckie, Duckie, you sweet dear!
Don't let my ignorance besmear
your wonderful selection here
of line poetic.

I had actually figured out the line. (Yes, yes, that is really easy to say with no proof.) And it seemed familiar. But I wasn't able to off my head (I wasn't able to off my head? Thank God!) remember which poem it was. Googled it (oh, shamefully, shamefully, relied upon the internet) and found Monsieur Cummings. It didn't seem fair for me to answer on that basis, so I was waiting for more clever people to step forward.

This is particularly galling as he was my favorite poet, growing up. Someone I need to revisit, anyhow in a pretty how town. (Yeah, innacurate quote, but close enough in spirit.)

So let me lob another softball at you, Ms. Cleverness, who seems to have the entire history of poetry just tingling beneath your fingertips, eager to be unleashed. Another one o' my favorites:

and mete I unto a wife matched savage dole laws with an aged race unequal

That should be pretty easy. I think. It's actually two lines, but quite famous. And a good poem for people to read, if they haven't.

Tennyson
Ulysses

 

[Tzara]

nor its own born out of beauty, despair

Nor beauty born out of its own despair

Billy Yeats again. "Among School Children." Lovely line.

Hmmm.

How about

horses up golden year's droppings of stones blaze into the last

Two lines, again. More text to unscramble, more of a quote to help you recall the poem.

 

[Angeline]

Nor beauty born out of its own despair

Billy Yeats again. "Among School Children." Lovely line.

Hmmm.

How about

horses up golden year's droppings of stones blaze into the last

Two lines, again. More text to unscramble, more of a quote to help you recall the poem.

James Wright
Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy's Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota

The droppings of last year’s horses
Blaze up into golden stones.

 

[Tzara]

James Wright
Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy's Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota

The droppings of last year’s horses
Blaze up into golden stones.

OK, let me lob you another softball, then.

in whispers under a sea picked his current bones

 

[wildsweetone]

why do those words ring a bell?

 

[Angeline]

OK, let me lob you another softball, then.

in whispers under a sea picked his current bones

Too easy!

Eliot. From The Wasteland.

A lovely line.

 

[Tzara]

Batting practice continues...

Too easy!

Eliot. From The Wasteland.

A lovely line.

Lob...

I have to on a dumbwaiter into others will sink of hundreds with hell

 

[Angeline]

Lob...

I have to on a dumbwaiter into others will sink of hundreds with hell

Suicide Note
Anne Sexton

Dear friend, I will have to sink with hundreds of others on a dumbwaiter into hell.

for you:

more curious red coals
sitting long after the midnight
than their flashing and dying
you wish you were

 

[Tzara]

Suicide Note
Anne Sexton

Dear friend, I will have to sink with hundreds of others on a dumbwaiter into hell.

for you:

more curious red coals
sitting long after the midnight
than their flashing and dying
you wish you were

I'll pass on that one. I'd be dead before I figured it out. Let me leave it for someone else.

You seem to think my reading background is richer than it actually is, though I appreciate the suggestions. They are always good suggestions.

But I am still trying to stump you, Ms. Smarty Pants. Here is what is probably another easy one. Get this one and maybe I'll try scrambling Apollinaire in the original French. And if that doesn't work, then it's on to Vesaas in the original Nynorsk.

Anyway:

walk incognito about
he dreams eternally

the city persists his
where asleep

 

[*Catbabe*]

more curious red coals
sitting long after the midnight
than their flashing and dying
you wish you were

Adrienne Rich- For the Dead

 

[*Catbabe*]

walk incognito about
he dreams eternally

the city persists his
where asleep

William Carlos Williams- Paterson

 

[*Catbabe*]

And with plain we are here,
swept by as on a darkling
struggle of confused
alarms and ignorant flight,
where night armies clash

 

[Tzara]

And with plain we are here,
swept by as on a darkling
struggle of confused
alarms and ignorant flight,
where night armies clash

I'm just guessing, here.

Is it by *Catbabe*? "Night of the Army of Darkness Living Zombie Dead?"

No, perhaps not. (Back to thinking.)

That's actually pretty good poetry, by the way. I'd undoubtedly be a better poet if I just mixmastered other poet's lines.