blackhorse Posted September 21, 2006 Share Posted September 21, 2006 I'm looking for suggestions on some excellent poetry to read that an Objectivist would appreciate. Preferably romantic and love poems, and poems that describe beautiful scenery or places. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Barbara Branden Posted September 21, 2006 Share Posted September 21, 2006 Blackhorse: "I'm looking for suggestions on some excellent poetry to read that an Objectivist would appreciate. Preferably romantic and love poems, and poems that describe beautiful scenery or places."So much beautiful poetry has been written that I don't know where to start with recommendations. And I don't know what poetry an Objectivist -- as opposed to any poetry-lover (I'm tempted to say: as opposed to a person) -- would particularly appreciate. I suggest you start by getting two poetry anthologies, one British and one American, and looking through them for poems and poetry you respond to. . Off the top of my head, and in no special order, here are a few poets I love -- and for many different reasons:Elizabeth Barrett BrowningRobert BrowningSwinburneEdna St. Vincent MillayWalt WhitmanEmily DickinsonMatthew ArnoldDylan ThomasKeatsHousmanRupert BrookeKiplingEmerson Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhorse Posted September 21, 2006 Author Share Posted September 21, 2006 Barbara, first of all, it's a real honor. Second, thank you for the recommendations. Some of them I have read, the ones I haven't I will be sure to look into. What I love so much about poetry is so much beauty and meaning packed into a small space (usually small). Whereas a book or a novel draws out in length, a poem is much smaller in scale, yet its depth and breadth are incredible. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Victor Pross Posted September 21, 2006 Share Posted September 21, 2006 One of my faves...***How Do I Love Thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of being and ideal grace.I love thee to the level of every day'sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as men strive for right.I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.I love thee with the passion put to useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,I shall but love thee better after death. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhorse Posted September 21, 2006 Author Share Posted September 21, 2006 Awesom, Victor. Thanks. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Stuart Kelly Posted September 21, 2006 Share Posted September 21, 2006 Please excuse me, but I am moving this to the "Library." I will leave a shadow thread here for a day or so, then delete it."Aesthetics" is for philosophical discussions about aesthetics.Michael Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Russell Posted September 21, 2006 Share Posted September 21, 2006 I love the poets of the Harlem Renaissance, Langston Hughes in particular. Here is one of my favorite Langston Hughes poem: Montage of a Dream Deferredby Langston HughesWhat happens to a dream deferred?Does it dry uplike a raisin in the sun?Or fester like a sore--and then run?Does it stink like rotten meat?Or crust and sugar over--like syrupy sweet?Maybe it just sags like a heavy loadOr does it just explode? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ross Barlow Posted September 21, 2006 Share Posted September 21, 2006 Blackhorse, have you ever read the poetry of Robert Service? He wrote of the gold-rush days in the Yukon, and his celebration of cold wild places would be familiar to someone from Montana. His poems are humorous in a gritty way. “The Cremation of Sam McGee” is a favorite of mine. -Ross Barlow. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kat Posted September 21, 2006 Share Posted September 21, 2006 Here is my all-time favorite poem. Michael wrote it for me and it is the most beautiful poem ever written. It makes me purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Glimpses of youby Michael Stuart KellyI’ve sensed you all my earthly years,Don’t ask me how I knew,I’ve watched the wide world spinningWith countless signs of you.I’ve loved you as an angelWho never could be true.I’ve seen so many glimpsesAnd countless signs of you.Harsh plights have caused me heartaches And often I withdrew.That angel then would call me backBy countless signs of you.In wars where I’ve surrendered,When shame would have to do,I’ve charged back into battleBearing countless signs of you.And when my soul’s been wearyAnd love had turned tabooI’ve overcome my apathyThrough countless signs of you.You’re part of all I treasure,And I’ll live my whole life throughWith gratitude for finding joyIn those countless signs of you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chris Grieb Posted September 23, 2006 Share Posted September 23, 2006 Leonard Peikoff has a recorded lecture he gave about poetry he liked. Check the ARI Bookstore web site. I thought some of the recommedations were trite. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rich Engle Posted September 23, 2006 Share Posted September 23, 2006 Oooh... Barbara likes Emerson! Her list is wonderful.Here's one that I just read that really moved me, esp. on the romantic side:Etcetera: The Unpublished Works of EE Cummings This is one of the loveliest collections I've ever read. This isn't in there, I think, but since there's a good amount of romance in the air, shall we revisit? It's all over the 'net so I'm not concerned with infraction... His love poetry has always knocked me flat: Somewhere I Have Never Travelledsomewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyondany experience,your eyes have their silence:in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,or which i cannot touch because they are too nearyour slightest look easily will unclose methough i have closed myself as fingers,you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens(touching skillfully, mysteriously)her first roseor if your wish be to close me,i andmy life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,as when the heart of this flower imaginesthe snow carefully everywhere descending;nothing which we are to perceive in this world equalsthe power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries,rendering death and forever with each breathing(i do not know what it is about you that closesand opens;only something in me understandsthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Philip Coates Posted September 23, 2006 Share Posted September 23, 2006 > Leonard Peikoff has a recorded lecture he gave about poetry he liked. [Chris]My favorites: I sent the first 8 on this list to Peikoff in response to his request in the email from the his radio show in '99: He was asking for recommendations or poems his listeners liked. (I never heard his talk. Chris: Did he include any of these poems? What was HIS list?)......Ulysses--TennysonHow do I Love Thee? from Sonnets From the Portuguese--BrowningBarbara Frietchie--WhittierSea Fever--MasefieldChicago--SandburgThe Highwayman--Alfred NoyesSt. Crispin’s Day speech from Henry V--ShakespeareIf--Kipling......Casey at the Bat--Thayer Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Philip Coates Posted September 23, 2006 Share Posted September 23, 2006 Poems do many things: capture a mood, persuade, tell a story, capture a particular emotion, describe a scene. Here's a poem from my list above which does several of these:Sea FeverI MUST go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tideIs a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.John Masefield Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jenright Posted September 23, 2006 Share Posted September 23, 2006 Tooting horn to announce shameless self promotion...A lot of Objectivists like my poems, a fair number of which are love poems, like this one:There are so many enemies of love -Suspicion, hurt, embarrassment, and fearBegin the dusty list.Yet somehow men and women rise aboveHostilities to hold each other dear,All obstacles dismissed.It may seem soft and dumb, like some sweet dove,But underneath its eagle claws appear -Difficult to resist.I have a new book of poems available, and the download version is free here.Also, I came across an ancient Egyptian love poem today, 3000 years old, it starts like this:She is one girl, there is no one like her.She is more beautiful than any other.Look, she is like a star goddess arisingat the beginning of a happy new year;The rest is here.John Enright Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ross Barlow Posted September 24, 2006 Share Posted September 24, 2006 Great poetry recommendations, everyone. Thanks to all. Phil, *Sea Fever* blew me away. It has been many years since I read it, and it almost made me go right out the door and away on an adventure. -Ross. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ross Barlow Posted September 24, 2006 Share Posted September 24, 2006 JRR Tolkien is most famous for his novels, but he considered his poetry to be an important part of his works. Shorter excerpts are often sprinkled throughout his books. E.g.: “The Road goes ever on and onDown from the door where it began.Now far ahead the Road has gone,And I must follow, if I can,Pursuing it with eager feet,Until it joins some larger way,Where many paths and errands meet.And whither then? I cannot say.” Many Tolkien fans are impatient when longer poems “interrupt” the flow of his novels. But, when these are taken in their context and relished over time, they shine like polished treasure. “Far over the Misty Mountains cold,To dungeons deep and caverns old,We must away, ere break of day,To seek our pale enchanted gold.” When Phil posted *Sea Fever* by Masefield, the spirit of wandering adventure reminded me of Bilbo Baggins. -Ross. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Philip Coates Posted September 24, 2006 Share Posted September 24, 2006 Thanks, Ross. I'm glad you liked it! I use many of the poems I listed on the occasions when I am paid to teach literature (which for me, when I'm allowed to design my own curriculum, is not the conventional definition of 'literature' but a combination of: Poetry, myths and legends, short stories, drama, novels, non-fiction essays, quotations, debates, songs, language puzzles...and anything else that involves the beauty, clarity, and power of the English language). Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Philip Coates Posted September 24, 2006 Share Posted September 24, 2006 John,It will be a while before I have time to look further, but I just glanced at your poem "Ayn Rand's Arrival" in your new book: "Does anyone guess...that someday she will write / A tale to shake the shoulders of the world."What a beautiful, vivid, original and striking metaphor!In my literature class this year, I will be often pointing the students to effective metaphors...I think I will find a place to use this one (giving you proper credit of course...and the one million dollar royalty check is in the mail) - I will ask them what it means, give them hints if necessary, etc.Phil Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jenright Posted September 24, 2006 Share Posted September 24, 2006 Phil, thanks.The poem has a funny story behind it. I wrote the first 8 lines in the 70's, and always felt it needed a second half, but could never quite write it. Then the last 6 lines came in 2003, including the metaphor you are so fond of.John Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhorse Posted September 25, 2006 Author Share Posted September 25, 2006 I just read "Evangeline; A Tale of Acadie" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Wow. Such beauy and imagery and chivalry. Has anyone one else here this poem? Amazing stuff. Very uplifting and epic. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chris Grieb Posted September 25, 2006 Share Posted September 25, 2006 I just read "Evangeline; A Tale of Acadie" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Wow. Such beauy and imagery and chivalry. Has anyone one else here this poem? Amazing stuff. Very uplifting and epic.Blackhorse; I have the feeling Longfellow has lost the reputation he once had. I have never read Evangeline in the orginial but I am famaliar with the story. It is a great unrequited love story. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rich Engle Posted September 25, 2006 Share Posted September 25, 2006 (edited) I only write prose. I studied poetry in college, actually with a poet-in-residence. But it just ain't me. I like free-writes, obviously.But, I am in love. So, I took a stab, like all good writers do once they have found love. Soul-bearing time, I guess... but I got confidence because two other folks here posted their stuff. Here's a piece I wrote for my honey. Be gentle on me, folks...Breathtaking You are breathtakingI use this word with great care and considerationAnd still you remainbreathtakingI say so since I noticedmy breath be gone and that my words are now few and shortOn most days I light our candlesand incense, and I sift through our pictures, pictures gazed at many times overI stare deeply into themlike I know you stare deeply into yoursOnly some few small things I ken;You said this-“Every time you hear those train whistles, think of me.”I doLately there are nothing but trains passing our windowand your fragrance on my pillow comes to me strongerwith these train-comingsYou arebreathtaking,with your dazzling,, golden soul that shineson the temple of my heart Edited September 25, 2006 by Rich Engle Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhorse Posted September 26, 2006 Author Share Posted September 26, 2006 Rich, I don't think that I have ever read free verse. Any recommendations? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rich Engle Posted September 26, 2006 Share Posted September 26, 2006 Hmmn, free verse. I'll have to think on that. I'm on a nasty ee cummings binge right now... I'll ask my lady-- she keeps much more poetry in her library than I do... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Judith Posted September 26, 2006 Share Posted September 26, 2006 Here's one I found recently that's not likely to turn up too often. It's a translation from Spanish, by Octavio Paz (English translation by Muriel Rukeyser), so I'll include the original Spanish after the translation, in case anyone reads Spanish and would like to read the original.Judith---------------------------------WATER NIGHTNight with the eyes of a horse that trembles in the night,night with eyes of water in the field asleepis in your eyes, a horse that trembles,is in your eyes of secret water.Eyes of shadow-water,eyes of well-water,eyes of dream-water.Silence and solitude,two little animals moon-led,drink in your eyes,drink in those waters.If you open your eyes,night opens, doors of musk,the secret kingdom of the water opensflowing from the center of night.And if you close your eyes,a river fills you from within,flows forward, darkens you:night brings its wetness to beaches in your soul.--------------------------------AGUA NOCTURNALe noche de ojos de caballo que tiemblan en la noche,la noche de ojos de agua en el campo dormido,esta en tus ojos de caballo que tiembla,esta en tus ojos de agua secreta.Ojos de agua de sombra,omos de agua de pozo,ojos de agua de sueno.El silencio y la soledad,como dos pequenos animales a quienes guia la luna,behen en esos ojos,behen en esas aguas.Si abres los ojos,se abre la noche de puertas de musgo,se abre el reino secreto del aguaque mana del centro de la noche.Y si los cierras,un riote inuda por dentro,avanza, te hare oscura:la noche moja riberas en tu alma. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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