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Elements of poetry
Tuesday, June 30, 2009 @ 4:34 PM

Elements of Poetry

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Poems! [2]
Monday, June 29, 2009 @ 6:29 PM

Lesson 2
Choose a poet by going online to a couple of the internet sites such as Poets.org (Academy of American Poets website) or American Poetry Online.
Blog on your favorite poet. Your entry should be approximately 400 words. You should include the following:
Ask yourself why you chose this particular poet. Why is he/she intriguing? Begin with an interesting fact, quote from a literary critic, an interview with the poet, etc. and move on to a thesis (yes, a thesis) which is not just a statement of fact, such as Sylvia Plath is a deeply disturbed woman.
Think about what you feel about the poet’s work after having done the research; create a claim or opinion about him/her and let the reader know in the thesis what exactly you will be covering in the paper.
Background and historical context. Biographical information is fine, but make sure that it provides insight into the writer and his/her work .
Three poems by the poet
All outside source material or links must be cited.


My favourite poet is Allen Ginsberg.

Allen Ginsberg was born in Newark, New Jersey, on June 3, 1926. The son of Louis and Naomi Ginsberg, two Jewish members of the New York literary counter-culture of the 1920s, Ginsberg was raised among several progressive political perspectives. A supporter of the Communist party, Ginsberg's mother was a nudist whose mental health was a concern throughout the poet's childhood. According to biographer Barry Miles, "Naomi's illness gave Allen an enormous empathy and tolerance for madness, neurosis, and psychosis."

This is what I admire about him - although he comes from a rather dysfunctional family, he still strives to be what he wants to be.

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Another thing! His poems are all very long... =)

Here are his long list of poems
Poetry
Howl and Other Poems (1956)
Kaddish and Other Poems (1961)
Reality Sandwiches (1963)
The Yage Letters (with William S. Burroughs, 1963)
Planet News (1968)
First Blues: Rags, Ballads & Harmonium Songs 1971 - 1974 (1975)
The Gates of Wrath: Rhymed Poems 1948–1951 (1972)
The Fall of America: Poems of These States (1973)
Iron Horse (1972)
Mind Breaths (1978)
Plutonian Ode: Poems 1977–1980 (1982)
Collected Poems: 1947–1980 (1984)
White Shroud Poems: 1980–1985 (1986)
Cosmopolitan Greetings Poems: 1986–1993 (1994)
Howl Annotated (1995)
Illuminated Poems (1996)
Selected Poems: 1947–1995 (1996)
Death and Fame: Poems 1993–1997 (1999)

A Supermarket in California


















What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked
down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking
at the full moon.
In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon
fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at
night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!
--and you, García Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?
I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking
among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys.
I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops?
What price bananas? Are you my Angel?
I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you,
and followed in my imagination by the store detective.
We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy
tasting artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier.
Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in a hour.
Which way does your beard point tonight?
(I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket andfeel absurd.)
Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shadeto shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely.
Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automo-biles in driveways, home to our silent cottage?
Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what Americadid you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters ofLethe?


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Poems!
Sunday, June 28, 2009 @ 5:10 PM

Here is a Poem I found on the web.
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A Girl by Ezra Pound
The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast-
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.

Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.

Blog Prompt:

How are the figurative language used in the poem? Give the specific word(s), explain what type of figurative language it is and why the poet chose to use this figurative language?

Many Personifications are used in this poem.
Here are some examples:
The Tree has entered my hand.
A Tree could have never enter a human being's hand, instead this line is referring, in my opinion, a baby.
Some metaphors are used in this poem.
Here are some examples:
Tree You Are.
The writer referred are her child as tree and thought of her as a tree and gave her abilities of a tree - growing, perseverance.


2. Tell us why you like this poem in no less than 100 words
The poem was simple yet meaningful. It was very symbollic of her baby and described her as a tree - This could speak of her love for her baby. Although this poems does not use a tactic which I know as a rhymming (laymen's term), it still sounded nice. I hope that this poem could help me learn more about poems.

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