Richard Tottel, Genre: The term comes from Greek poetry where it defined poems made to be sung to the strumming of a lyre or small harp. The English favored the lute, a cousin of the guitar, so many of these poems might better be called "lute songs.
Brood of those ancient mothers who saw the dawn break over Egypt. And turned their cakes upon the dry hot stones And went on Till the gold of the Egyptians fell down off their arms. Did they vision—with those eyes darkly clear, That looked the sun in the face and were not blinded— Across the centuries The march of their enduring flesh?
Did they hear— Of the desert like a stopped wheel— And the scorpions tick-ticking on the sand. The infinite procession of those feet? Old Sodos no longer makes saddles. He has forgotten how. Time spins like a crazy dial in his brain, And night by night I see the love-gesture of his arm In its green-greasy coat-sleeve And the candles gleaming starkly On the blotched-paper whiteness of his face, Like a miswritten psalm.
Sadie dresses in black. She has black-wet hair full of cold lights And a fine-drawn face, too white. All day the power machines Drone in her ears. All day the fine dust flies Till throats are parched and itch And the heat—like a kept corpse— Fouls to the last corner. Then—when needles move more slowly on the cloth And sweaty fingers slacken And hair falls in damp wisps over the eyes— Sped by some power within, Sadie quivers like a rod.
A thin black piston flying, One with her machine. She—who stabs the piece-work with her bitter eye And bids the girls: Those books that have most unset thought, New-poured and malleable, Leaps fusing at white heat, Or spits her fire out in some dim manger of a hall, Or at a protest meeting on the Square, Her lit eyes kindling the mob.
Or dances madly at a festival. Each dawn finds her a little whiter, Though up and keyed to the long day, Alert, yet weary.
Better than Bennie with his Christian woman. A man is not so like, If they should fight.One poem that most definitely contrasts to the other poems is ‘Self’s the Man’, this is because there is blatant sympathy showed by Larkin, sympathy that still may not please people but i feel no-one will be able to argue with Larkin’s truthful feelings portrayed in this poem.
Dec 17, · Critical Appreciation This is not to say that poems have never been composed on lines of imagery laid down in advance.
George Herbert surely did it time and again ; and his great poem, The Collar, shows how successful this method may be. “The Collar” is George Herbert’s most extensive and detailed poem of rebellion. Thirty-two of its thirty-six lines describe what the poem itself calls the ravings of a person growing “more.
blue collar skies. Take me to downhome 2 responses to ““The Jazz Singer” — a poem by Marc Livanos “Transcending the Blues” — a critical essay by Matt Sweeney “Jazz is too good for Americans!”.
The Ballad of Reading Gaol (L. Smithers), a long poem describing the horrors Wilde faced in prison, was published in under the pseudonym C. 3. 3., his former cell number. Wilde died of acute meningitis in Paris, France, on November 30, Recently, moreover, the poem has become a test case for the gendered and/or "progressive" reading of Renaissance texts: at issue are a wide range of questions regarding our critical investment in the forms of power, gender, ownership, and subjecthood supposedly represented in the poem.