"I have foresworn desire...I neither lick nor moan...I neither swallow..." Kim Addonizio's
poem, "The End of It,"
is on Poetry Daily
. Reminiscent of Yeats' line, "The best lack all conviction, while the worst/ Are full of passionate intensity"
and Stephen Dunn's line, "Precision...is more radical than passion,"
it demonstrates the fecund nature of poetic iconoclasm
. Or, if you prefer the more hackneyed characterization, the value of questioning everything. In the end, Addonizio may be sitting quietly, like Nanao Sakaki's "happy, lucky idiot."
[NSF asexuals, hedonists, or the majority of non-eccentrics...but I doubt your boss at work will bat an eyelash at a poem--if so, sit quietly you happy, lucky...] [more inside]
posted by ottimo
on Aug 9, 2011 -
Should you find yourself wandering around the city of Leiden, the Netherlands sometime, you may notice some curious markings
on the city's walls.
("Wall Poems") adorn many of the town's streets (clickable map)
, and many English-language poets are represented: one John Keats
, for instance, inside a bookshop; Dylan Thomas
, E. E. Cummings
, W.B. Yeats
, some guy called William Shakespeare
, or this ode to Charlie Parker
by American William Waring Cuney
. [more inside]
posted by goodnewsfortheinsane
on Apr 5, 2009 -
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
The Collected Poems Of William Butler Yeats
posted by y2karl
on Nov 3, 2002 -