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POETRY IN FOCUS
Bob Cameron
Margaret Hogan
Patrick Lashmar
Contents
Introduction to Poetry 10
Focus on Meaning 17
3 Emotion 18
4 Purpose 2
Dust of Snow 24
A Minor Bird 24
Birches 25
Fire and Ice 25
6 Tales of Love 3
Hunting Song 41
Border March 41
Bonny Dundee 42
9 Outlaws or Heroes? 46
Heather Ale —
Robert Louis Stevenson 46
—
Waltzing Matilda A. B. Paterson 47
The Highwayman — Alfred Noyes 48
Focus on Meaning 51
Kathleen 65
Comfort 67
Focus on Meaning 81
14 Formula Poetry 88
The Haiku 88
Life Lesson— Don Raye 88
Inevitability — Don Raye 88
Understanding — Don Raye 88
New Year's Day — Basho 88
The Short Night — Buson 88
Giddy Grasshopper — Issa 88
Oh! Ate Them All — Shiki
I 88
B. The Tanka 89
Adversity — Don Raye 89
Papers — Anonymous 89
C. The Cinquain 89
— Anonymous
Similarities 89
The Warning — Adelaide Crapsey 89
D. The Diamante 90
Joy — Anonymous 90
Galaxies — Anonymous 90
E. The Limerick 90
Iremember a fellow named Louie ... — Anonymous 90
A lady from near Lake Louise ... — Anonymous 91
I next the Duchess at tea ...
sat Anonymous — 91
There was an old grouch from Ontario ... Anonymous — 91
Focus on Meaning 91
A. The Epigram 92
On His Books — Hilaire Belloc 92
Sir, Admit — Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I 92
B. The Epitaph 92
For King Charles — John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester
II 92
Wit — Irving Layton 92
Crossing the Bar — Alfred, Lord Tennyson 93
On Frank Pixley, Editor — Ambrose Bierce 93
Stop, Christian Passer-by! — Samuel Taylor Coleridge 93
Sacred to the Remains of — Anonymous 93
On the 22nd of June — Anonymous 93
Focus on Meaning 93
17 Love 102
19 Death 110
A Satirical Elegy on the Death of a Late Famous General — Jonathan Swift 111
The Fox — Kenneth Patchen 112
Elegy Written in the Tower — Chidiock Tichborne 1 1
Focus on Meaning 1 1
20 Nature 113
21 Reflection 117
Index of Authors 1 48
Index of First Lines 1 52
Index of Titles 155
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Introduction to Poetry 10
Introduction to Poetry
Poetry dates back in time to the misty beginnings of complicated world. Just as astronauts explore the
humanity. Even before there were established facts, immensities above us, poets explore the immen-
people have been interested in the day-to-day exist- sities within us. They bring back new knowledge
ence of themselves and their fellows — survival, about the self, new and superior ways of feeling, and
love, war, death, injustice, the universe. Throughout more accurate ways of seeing and interpreting the
the centuries, people have found poetry to be a suit- phenomena surrounding us. The fact of the matter is
able outlet for expressing these sensations, emo- that the great mass of the world's poetry has been
tions, and experiences. Whether in ballad, nursery readily understood and smooth-flowing. Since its
rhyme, jingle, anthem, or modern-day song, people beginnings, and throughout most of the centuries of
have found their intense and moving experiences to recorded time, poetry has been simple, easy to read
be most effectively expressed in poetry. and recite, and popular. It is hoped this book will
help its readers understand and enjoy poetry as
Advertisers, political campaign managers, and
much as people have from the earliest times.
athletic cheering sections know the value of verse
for catching on quickly, arousing enthusiasm, stim- Sometimes poetry is more difficult to understand
ulating the imagination, and becoming imprinted than prose. And certainly, the rhyme and rhythm play
indelibly on the mind. Verses learned at home, at an integral part in a person's understanding of the
school, and in the library become a life-long part of poem. Also, because of the compression of thought,
our lives. every word is important and must be understood.
Sometimes readers must go beyond the literal
Yet, despite its universal appeal over the cen-
meaning of words. They must be able to perceive the
turies, poetry today certainly is not the most popular
poem's meaning through suggested rather than
of literary genres. In school, itis too often intro-
direct statements. Therefore, what one person gets
duced on the scholar's level, each poem being an
out of a poem may be quite different from the inter-
intricate, sometimes inexplicable puzzle. When
pretation of his or her classmates or teacher.
students think of poetry, they often think of strict
rhyming patterns, difficult rhythmical conventions, In this individual aspect of poetry lies perhaps its
complicated vocabulary, hidden meanings. Secondly, greatest appeal. To share the experiences and feel-
poetry is often regarded as being more difficult than ings of another person, and to not have to find a
prose. "definitive" answer, is a great feeling. To be able to
intelligently decide what one thinks, likes, and
These arguments are reasonable and should be
dislikes is what makes each of us an individual.
dealt with. First of all, readers who enjoy poetry
know that sometimes poetry is difficult. But they Poems are as different as are the people who read
know that it is so only because involved
it is fully and who write them. Reading or writing a new poem
with the inescapable complexities and uncertainties is like meeting a new person —
the experience itself
of existence. Poetry is one of the few guides that makes the effort worthwhile.
show how meaning and order are possible in a very
11
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Poetry
Poetry is for Everyone
something of which you are proud, something that A place I can define.
has meaning for you. Man has touched the moon —
Now stretching to the stars.
I know the sunburning gases
is
Introduction to Poetry 12
Tin Angel Thoughts on Silence
Joni Mitchell Mary Jane Sterling
Johnnie's Poem
Alden Nowlan
They only get what they deserve. they expressing common human experiences?
Explain.
The rich relationed home-town queen
Marries into what she needs 3. Accurate word-sketches of objects, people, and
A guarantee of company feelings occur frequently in Joni Mitchell's work.
And haven for the elderly." Write a short character description of the
speaker in "Tin Angel." How old is she, what
Remember those who win the game problem confronts her, what decision does she
Lose the love they sought to gain make regarding this problem?
In debentures of quality 4. What is the speaker of "Johnnie's Poem" reveal-
And dubious integrity. ing about life? Do you agree with this
Their small town eyes will gape at you philosophy?
In dull surprise when payment due 5. a) With the poem "Thoughts on Silence" in
Exceeds accounts received, mind, write an example of how you think a
At seventeen. government, perhaps with the best of inten-
tions, has oppressed a minority group,
To those of us who know the pain b) Write an example of how you or another indiv-
Of valentines that never came, idual, either with the best of intentions or
And those whose names were never called unknowingly, have oppressed some other
When choosing sides for basketball. individual.
It was long ago and far away, 6. Janis lan's poem "At Seventeen" shows many of
The world was younger than today, the problems and complexities of growing up.
And dreams were all they gave for free Do you find adolescence a particularly trying
To ugly duckling girls like me. time? Why or why not?
Introduction to Poetry 14
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Generally,
Prose and Poetry
structure of most poems. The prose line, on the Learn to fail sometimes, bear with me
other hand, almost always contains a mixture of
accented and unaccented syllables without any pat- Your body is the cross you carry
tern or regularity. Some many passages
prose (e.g. up to the high places
from the novels of D. H. Lawrence and James Joyce)
is fairly rhythmical. However, we do not ordinarily
And your reward
call such passages poems. a tearing wind
Another important difference between prose and a view
poetry is the use of imagery. When words are used to
cause us to see, hear, touch, taste, or smell some- of endless higher mountains
thing, they are creating an image. Since poetry is a
very compact mode of expression, concentrated
images or image patterns are often used to help the
reader form a total impression. Although not all
poetry relies heavily on the use of images, it is safe
to say that most poetry does. Much of the enjoyment
of poetry comes from responding to the visual and
aural suggestions in a poem, and to the imagery that
appeals to our other senses.
all the streetcars To baffle the eye with portents and unwritten myths,
in the world slept The flames of sunset, the lions of gold and gules.
in the Elmwood Into this reservoir we dipped and pulled out lakes and
car-barns and the rivers,
Indian moundbuilders We strung them together and made our circuit.
were still wigwammed Now what be our word as we return,
shall
across the river What word of this curious country?
with the birds
who sang in the bushes It is good,
of St. Vital. It is a good stock to own though it seldom pays dividends.
There are holes here and there for a gold-mine or a hydro-
Since then I have plant.
visited Paris But the tartan of river and rock spreads undisturbed,
Moscow London The plaid of a land with little desire to buy or sell.
and Mexico City The dawning light skirls out its independence;
Isaw golden roofs At noon the brazen trumpets slash the air;
onion domes and the Night falls, the gulls scream sharp defiance;
most marvellous Let whoever comes to tame this land, beware!
canals, saw people
I Can you put a bit to the lunging wind?
sunning themselves Can you hold wild horses by the hair?
inLuxembourg Gardens Then have no hope to harness the energy here,
and on a London parkbench It gallops along the wind away.
Isat beside a man But here are crooked nerves made straight,
who wore navy blue socks The fracture cured no doctor could correct.
and navy blue shoes The hand and mind, reknit, stand whole for work;
to match. The fable proves no cul-de-sac.
Now from the maze we circle back;
All kinds of miracles: The map suggested a wealth of cloudy escapes;
but would not trade
I
That was a dream, we have converted the dream to act.
any of them for the And what we now expect is not simplicity,
empty spaces, the No steady breeze, or any surprise,
snowblurred geography Orchids along the portage, white water, crimson leaves.
of my childhood. Content, we face again the complex task.
Introduction to Poetry 16
And yet the marvels we have seen remain.
We think of the eagles, of the fawns at the river bend,
The storms, the sudden sun, the clouds sheered downwards.
O so to move! With such immaculate decision!
proudly as waterfalls curling like cumulus!
Genuine poetry is spontaneous. It springs from a Fields, a lifelong crusader against sentimentality in
deeper level of the self than we're aware of in daily life, to overreact with his famous pronouncement:
life. Every true poem is generated by the dynamo of "Nobody who hates dogs and little children can be
emotional experience, though it may take this emo- all that bad."
tion a long time to break through into the world of
Therefore the emphasis in a poem may not be its
conscious thinking. Therefore, although a finished
hidden meaning, its ulterior purpose. Many poems
poem is a combination of feeling and thinking, it simply reflect the moods and thoughtful moments
originates in the deep, inexplicable wells of emotion.
that everyone has. Young people even more than
Emotional experience more than anything else is older people are subject to a wide variety of moods
what poetry gives us. And this is what we value as — sometimes joyful, sometimes sad, sometimes
much as anything in life. Our lives are afloat on seas pensive. The thoughts that grow out of these moods
of emotion. We live there more richly than we live in are often serious ones. Loneliness, for example, may
any geographical world. T.S. Eliot once commented, trouble you from time to time, and you might find
"The poet who 'thinks' is merely the poet who can yourself trying to work out in your mind your relation-
express the emotional equivalent of thought." ship with others. At other times, you might feel a
desire to travel, a need for freedom, a sense of
We all know an emotion when we feel one. We
and many more, are a
jubilation. All these feelings,
know emotion has a marked and instant
that strong
combination of outward and inward influences,
physical effect on us. It influences our heartbeat,
often too complicated to explain but always very
our breathing, and the distribution of our blood flow
real.
(we flush or grow pale). It is no wonder that poetry
affects sensitive readers in a physical way. Emily The poems book (and particularly in this
in this
Dickinson judged poetry by itsphysical effect: chapter) reflect anumber of moods, and may cause
you to reflect upon things you perhaps haven't yet
If read a poem and it makes my whole body
I
had time to think about very much. Do not be sur-
so cold no fire can ever warm me I know that
prised, however, if you find that most of the poems
Is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my
describe moods and emotions that you have already
head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
felt but have never put clearly into words.
These are the only ways I know it ... .
Introduction to Poetry 18
Invictus Toronto Crossing
William Ernest Henley Robert Finch
Out of the night that covers me, The well-drest woman in the costly car
Black as the Pit from pole to pole, Stares at the busfolk waiting in the wet,
Ithank whatever gods may be The soldiers thumbing rides; her cigarette
For my unconquerable soul. Impeccably finds where lighter and ashtray are.
In the fell clutch of circumstance The well-drest car round the costly woman purrs
have not winced nor cried aloud.
I At its quiver of light shopping, its corner full
Under the bludgeonings of chance Of the new books, its driver a furred fruit on wool;
My head is bloody, but unbowed. The purr the car purrs is both its and hers.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears If she were those people waiting, she wouldn't, she'd walk.
Looms but the horror of the shade, This has been an unusually exhausting day.
And yet the menace of the years The lights have been against her all the way.
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid. She flicks her unfinished smoke onto the sidewalk
As the change and the changed eyes of the starer
lights
It matters not how strait the gate, Release the crowd for a double glance at the mirror.
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
Iam the captain of my soul.
Not that the pines were darker there, The railroad track is miles away,
nor mid-May dogwood brighter there, And the day is loud with voices speaking,
nor swifts more swift in summer air; Yet there isn't a train goes by all day
it was my own country, But I hear its whistle shrieking.
having its thunderclap of spring, All night there isn't a train goes by,
its long midsummer ripening, Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
its corn hoar-stiff at harvesting, But I see its cinders red on the sky,
almost like any country, And hear its engine steaming.
yet being mine; its face, its speech, My heart is warm with the friends I make,
its hills bent low within my reach, And better friends I'll not be knowing;
its river birch and upland beech Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,
were mine, of my own country. No matter where it's going.
19 3 Emotion
The Sound of Silence Focus on Meaning
Paul Simon
1. In "Invictus," is the speaker's claim to being
Hello darkness my old friend,
"master" of his fate supported in the poem? In
what kind of life situations can people demon-
I've come to talk with you again,
strate that they are "masters" of their souls?
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while Iwas sleeping 2. What would you consider the theme of "The
And the vision that was planted in my brain Long Voyage" to be? Explain.
Still remains within the sound of silence. 3. Ina few seconds, the speaker of "Toronto Cross-
ing" observes and sums up the character of the
In restless dreams I walked alone, driver.From the moment the light turns red until
Narrow streets of cobble stone the car moves away with the next green light, the
'Neath the halo of a street lamp, poet has developed a negative picture of this
I my collar to the cold and damp
turned person. Supporting your answer with references
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light to the poem, write a character sketch of the
That split the night, and touched the sound of silence. driver.
"The words of the prophets are written what we would like it to be. What objects do
on the subway walls and tenement halls" you think you yourself tend to be sentimental
And whispered in the Sounds of silence. about? Let yourself write a frankly sentimen-
tal prose paragraph about such an object,
tality.
Introduction to Poetry 20
o Purpose
course, these elements acquire richness and preci- Cold, yet had heat within me that was proof
sion when the word is placed in the context of other Against the North wind; tired, yet so that rest
words. The study of poems is necessarily a close Had seemed the sweetest thing under a roof.
examination of the surrounding words that modify
and influence any particular word. The fabric of Then at the inn had food, fire, and rest,
I
words that is the poem depends on the strength, col- Knowing how hungry, cold, and tired was I.
All poetry has meaning. In the previous chapters And salted was my and my repose,
food,
we looked at poems with a fairly obvious surface Salted and sobered, too, by the bird's voice
meaning. However, many poems have deeper mean- Speaking for all who lay under the stars,
ings, meanings which the reader must search out. Soldiers and poor, unable to rejoice.
The poems in this chapter all have hidden meanings
and you, the reader, must be prepared to read these
poems very carefully in order to derive this ulterior,
beneath-the-surface purpose.
21 4 Purpose
Riverdale Lion
John Robert Colombo
Bound lion, almost blind from meeting their gaze and popcorn
the Saturday kids love you. It is their parents
who would paint your mane with polkadots to match their
California shirts
and would trim your nails for tieclips.
Your few roars delight them. But they wish you would quicken
your pace
and not disappear so often into your artificial cave
for there they think you partake of secret joys and race
through the jungle-green lair of memory
under an African sun as gold as your mane.
But you fool them. You merely suffer the heat and scatter the
flies
Introduction to Poetry 22
When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer
Walt Whitman
measure them,
When sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much
I
Focus on Meaning
23 4 Purpose
Focus on Robert Frost (1874-1963)
Dust of Snow
Introduction to Poetry 24
Birches I'd like to get away from earth awhile
To learn about not launching out too soon 2. a) In what kinds of ways do people escape from
And so not carrying the tree away the routine or the stress of daily life? Which of
Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise these ways do you think are effective? for
To the top branches, climbing carefully others? for you? Do you think they would be
With the same pains you use to fill a cup effective for Robert Frost? Explain.
Up to the brim, and even above the brim. b) Frost says, "One could do worse than be a
Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, swinger of birches." What is your comment
Kicking his way down through on this?
the air to the ground.
So was once myself a swinger of birches.
I 3. Robert Frost's poems reflect a minute observa-
And so dream of going back to be.
I tion of the landscape. Where do you especially
It's when I'm weary of considerations, see this in the poems here? Which poem best
And life is too much like a pathless wood shows his familiarity with and love of nature?
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs 4. Frost claims that a poem should begin in delight
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping and end wisdom. What does he mean? Which
in
From a twig's having lashed across it open. of the poems here do you think follow this plan?
27
o Tales of the Supernatural
The modern world is fascinated with the super- The Unquiet Grave
natural. Weenjoy the mystery and the strong emo- Anonymous
tional response elicited by supernatural stories and
events. Evidence of strong interest and outright
belief in things supernatural is all around us. Many "The wind doth blow today, my love,
sports coaches believe in good luck charms such as And a few small drops of rain;
particular hats or specific ties. We can have our Inever had but one true-love,
palms read or, if we prefer, have our tea leaves read In cold grave she was lain.
by numerous "psychic professionals."
"I'll do as much for my true-love
Did you ever stop to think how often the theme of
As any young man may;
the supernatural appears in modern novels and
I'll sit and mourn all at her grave
movies? Look at the movie and television listings in
your local newspaper to note how often this theme For a twelvemonth and a day."
occurs. At your favourite bookstore, note the number
of modern novels built around supernatural themes. The twelvemonth and a day being up,
The supernatural has a market. The dead began to speak:
"0 who sits weeping on my grave,
For all our sophistication, we still are drawn to the
supernatural. The mystery, the curiosity, the hidden
And will not let me sleep?"
Up then crew the red, red cock, 5. A ballad only gives a very brief outline of the
And up and crew the gray; story being told. The details are left to the
The eldest to the youngest said, reader's or listener's imagination. List the main
"Tis time we were away." eventsin one of the poems in this chapter. Now
The new poets and songwriters continue to O hooly, hooly rose she up
rework the well-known love themes, bringing fresh To the place where he was lying,
understanding and delight to the reader or listener. And when she drew the curtain by —
They employ modern images and ideas but the "Young man, I think you're dying."
results are the same. Love has made the world "go
'round" for as long as people can remember and "0 it's I am
and very, very sick,
sick,
such is still the case today. And Barbara Allan,"
'tis a' for
You have loved and do love so you know a great "O the better for me ye's never be,
deal about it already. Through you can
literature Tho' your heart's blood were a-spilling.
experience the love of others and thus gain for
yourself new insights into its mysteries. Characters "O dinna ye mind, young man," said she,
in literature delight in love, despair in love, give all "When ye was in the tavern a-drinking,
for love, and even die for love. Many traditional That ye made the healths gae round and round,
ballads, like many modern songs, are love stories.
And slighted Barbara Allan?"
Many of them are tragic tales of love gone wrong
while others tell of love ending in bliss. Read the
He turned his face unto the wall,
love stories from long ago in this chapter. Note that
the joys and perils of loving are no different today And death was with him dealing:
from those of the past. "Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all,
31 6 Tales of Love
Scarborough Fair Lord Randall
, Anonymous Anonymous
And when you have done and finished your work, "What will you leave your sweetheart, Randall, my son?
Parsley, sage,rosemary and thyme; What will you leave your sweetheart, my pretty one?"
Then come to me for your cambric shirt, "A rope to hang her, mother;
And you shall be a true love of mine. A rope to hang her, mother;
Now make my bed soon,
For I'm sick to the heart and I fain would lie down."
And he won the heart of a lady. least three questions that are left
unanswered in the poem. Now, using your
imagination and the facts from the poem,
She left her father's castle gate,
compose answers to these questions.
She left her own true lover;
b) In the poem "Lord Randall," we are not told
She left her servants and her estate,
why Lord Randall has been poisoned by his
To follow the gypsy rover.
sweetheart. Write a story telling why you
think she poisoned him.
Her father saddled his fastest steed,
Roamed the valley all over; 3. What the mood in "The Gypsy Rover"? List
is
For the gypsy and his lady. movement, dialogue, simple props, and sound
effects. Your group could write a short script,
rehearse, and present the scene to the class or
He's no gypsy, my father, said she,
another class in the school. The dialogue used in
My lord of freelands all over;
the poem may help you write the dialogue in your
And I will stay till my dying day,
script.
With my whistling gypsy rover.
5. List the name of a modern novel, movie, or televi-
sion program that tells of a tragic story of two
lovers. In what ways is the story similar to the
one in the poem? How is it different?
33 6 Tales of Love
o Tragic Tales of Treachery
What do William Lyon MacKenzie and Benedict The king he writt a letter then,
Arnold have in common? For one thing, both men A letter which was large and long;
were considered traitors to their countries. William He signed it with his owne hand;
Lyon MacKenzie gained notoriety by leading the ill- And he promised to doe him no wrong.
fated Rebellion in Upper Canada in 1837 while
Benedict Arnold became known as a traitor by When this letter came Johnie untill,
"selling out" to the British during the American
His heart it was as blythe as birds on the tree:
Revolutionary War. Such treachery to one's country
"Never was I sent for before any king,
is known as treason. Historically, traitors have been
There dwelt a man in faire Westmerland, But Johnie looke'd over his left shoulder,
Johnie Armstrong men did him call, Good Lord, what a grievous look looked hee!
He had nither lands nor rents coming in, Saying, "Asking grace of a graceless face —
Yet he kept eight score men in his hall. Why there is none for you nor mee."
He had horse and harness for them all, But Johnie had a bright sword by his side,
Goodly steeds were all milke-white; And it was made of the mettle so free,
O the golden bands about their necks, That had not the king stept his foot aside,
And their weapons, they were all alike. He had smitten his head from his faire bodde.
Newes then was brought unto the king Saying, "Fight on, my merry men all,
That there was sicke a won as hee, And see that none of you be taine;
That lived lyke a bold out-law, For rather then men shall say we were hange'd,
And robbed all the north country. Let them report how we were slaine."
The early settlers to North America brought with The Poor Little Girls of Ontario
them far more than just axe blades and ploughs, Anonymous
traps and fishing nets. The main component of their
baggage was their culture. The newcomers brought
with them their political, social, and religious beliefs I'll you a song of that plaguey pest,
sing
It goes by the name of the Great North-West.
and institutions. With them also came their art, their
music, and their literature. And so, a rich collection I cannot have a beau at all,
of traditional ballads was transplanted in the New They all skip out there in the fall.
World.
Refrain: One by one they all clear out,
Because this folk literature was in the oral tradi-
numerous new versions of old Scottish, Thinking to better themselves, no doubt,
tion,
English, Welsh, French, and Irish ballads were devel- Caring little how far they go
oped in the widely disparate pockets of western From the poor little girls of Ontario.
civilization that emerged all across North America.
Naturally the new situations in the New World gave First got mashed on Charlie Brown,
I
rise to many new story songs. Soon there were thou- The nicest fellow in all the town.
sands of ballads indigenous to North America that He tipped his hat and sailed away,
were sung by the common folk as they had been And now he's settled in Manitobay.
sung by their ancestors in their homeland. These
early North American songs were sung in the fishing Then Henry Mayner with his white cravat,
villages, on the farms, in the logging camps, and in
His high stiff collar and his new plug hat,
the mills, the mines, and the factories. These early
He said if he stayed he'd have to beg,
ballads told of the adventures of loggers, the perils
And now he's settled in Winnipeg.
of a life at sea, the ruggedness of the wild west, and
Come all you bold Canadians, I'd have you lend an ear
Our commander sent a flag to them and unto them did say:
"Deliver up your garrison or we'll fire on you this day!"
But they would not surrender, and chose to stand their ground,
We opened up our great guns and gave them fire a round.
"Oh, hold your guns, brave British boys, for fear you slay us all.
And now we are all home again, each man is safe and sound.
May the memory of this conquest all through the Province sound!
Success unto our volunteers who did their rights maintain,
And to our bold commander, brave General Brock by name!
It was on a Wednesday night, the moon was Let's away to New Scotland, where Plenty sits queen
shining bright, O'er as happy a country as ever was seen;
They robbed the Glendale train. And blesses her subjects, both little and great,
And the people they did say, from near and far away, With each a good house, and a pretty estate.
Twas the outlaws Frank and Jesse James. Derry down, (down, down, derry down).
Refrain:
There's wood, and there's water, there's wild fowl
and tame;
Jesse had a wife to mourn all her life,
In the forest good ven'son, good fish in the stream,
The children they are brave.
Twas a dirty little coward shot Mister Howard,
Good grass for our cattle, good land for our plough
And laid Jesse James in his grave.
Good wheat to be reap'd, and good barley to mow.
Derry down, etc.
Itwas Robert Ford, the dirty little coward, No landlords are there the poor tenants to teaze,
wonder how he does feel,
I
No lawyers to bully, nor stewards to seize:
For he ate of Jesse's bread and he slept in Jesse's bed,
But each honest fellow's a landlord, and dares
Then he laid Jesse James in his grave. To spend on himself the whole fruit of his cares.
"Waken, lords and ladies gay." Mount and make ready then,
Sons of the mountain glen,
Waken, lords and ladies gay! Fight for the Queen and our old Scottish glory.
The mist has left the mountain gray,
Springlets in the dawn are steaming, II
Come fill up my cup, &c. 3. Much of Scott's writing is based, at least in part,
on historical fact. Research the wars between
England and Scotland and the history of the
He waved proud hand, and the
his
Border country. Select one incident or one battle
trumpets were blown,
in this long struggle and write a one-page
The kettle-drums clash'd, and the
summary of it.
horsemen rode on,
Till on Ravelston's cliffs and on
Clermiston's lee,
Died away the wild war-notes of
Bonny Dundee.
The literary ballad has its roots in the traditional legendary Woodie Guthrie was in the forefront of a
ballad, sharing many characteristics with this earlier new group of composers whose songs commented
form. The literary ballad is different in that it is com- on the social issues of the day. During the fifties,
posed by a person who considers himself or herself groups such as The Weavers, The Kingston Trio, The
to be a poet. Poets such as Keats, Tennyson, Auden, Chad Mitchell Trio, The Travellers, and The Brothers
Longfellow, Sandburg, and Noyes are well known for Four were popular as performers of both traditional
their literary ballads. Being more artistic than the and modern ballads. In the early sixties, folk ballads
traditional ballad, the literary ballad is also known again became very popular. This new generation of
as the art ballad. ballads are carefully
Literary literary ballads commented strongly on social
planned, highly polished, contain more detail than justice issues related especially to civil rights, the
the traditional ballad, and use carefully chosen peace movement, and environmental concerns.
literary devices. They are not usually composed to Some of the best known of the modern balladeers
be sung. While being more "poetic," literary ballads are Bob Dylan, Gordon Lightfoot, Judy Collins, Pete
lack the stark realism and simplicity of the original Seeger, Phil Ochs, Ian Tyson, Buffy Saint-Marie,
form. Harry Chapin, Chris de Burg, and Roger Whittaker.
songs. During the Depression of the thirties, the enriched by the literary skills of the poet.
45
o
The story
Outlaws or Heroes ?
as the villains in this famous story because the And lay in a blessed swound
existing social order which they police is described For days and days together
as corrupt and unjust. Is Robin Hood an outlaw or a In their dwellings underground.
hero? It all depends on point of view on the side—
one supports.
There rose a king in Scotland,
The main characters the ballads in this chapter
in A fell man to his foes,
are gallant heroes or common outlaws, depending He smote the Picts in battle,
on one's point of view. All defy the established He hunted them like roes.
authority of the time. As you read these poems, try to Over miles of the red mountain
develop your own point of view. Are these people
He hunted as they fled,
heroes, outlaws, or something else?
And strewed the dwarfish bodies
Of the dying and the dead.
And the dwarfish and swarthy couple For doubt the sapling courage
I
47 9 Outlaws or Heroes?
The Highwayman
Alfred Noyes
Part 1
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like
years;
now, on the stroke of midnight,
Till,
The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing: she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight,
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her Love's refrain.
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?
49 9 Outlaws or Heroes?
Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him — with her death.
51 9 Outlaws or Heroes?
©
Bob
Towards a Better World
Dylan, one of the most influential folk poets of writers of this form of literary ballad are Woodie
the early sixties tells us, "And the times, they are Guthrie, Bob Dylan, Pete Seeger, Judy Collins, Phil
a'changin'." The twentieth century has been one of Ochs, John Prine, Buffy St. Marie, Paul Simon, Neil
great transition. 1900 many travelled by horse and
In Young, Joni Mitchell, and Harry Chapin. As you
buggy. In 1982 we have flown spaceships into space study the song poems with a message in this
and brought them back again. Change has become a chapter, decide whether you agree or disagree with
central theme in literature. While we are aware of the points of view put forward. Seek out other exam-
rapid change, we more and more want to influence ples of this form composed by the writers listed
the direction of change. Society today is more above and discuss the social-justice statements
aware, more knowledgeable, and more outspoken made.
about change. It is more committed to having some
influence over change. If we don't like what we see
in society, we are better prepared to speak out or to
make protest to effect changes we believe to be
desirable.
was an ardent protestor of the evils in society. Like And he was talking 'fore knew it I
the modern American folk poet, Phil Ochs, Yeats And as he grew he'd say,
became a predictor of doom for a society that was "I'm gonna be like you, Dad.
beyond saving. Walt Whitman, an outspoken critic
You know I'm gonna be like you."
of conventionalism, and Henry David Thoreau, who
protested materialism, had much in common with
the "flower power" generation and would have felt
And the cats in the cradle,
recent times, these ballads have often taken the And he walked away, but his smile never
form of the folk song. Such songs were most popular dimmed.
during the Great Depression and again during the And he said, "I'm gonna be like him.
sixties. These song poems comment on topics such You know I'm gonna be like him."
as war, civil rights, poverty, unionism, alienation,
injustice, and ecology. Some of the most successful
And as he hung up the phone, it occurred to me She dug in bits of glass and brick,
He had grown up just like me. Then pulled out a shoe —
My boy was just like me. here is the shoe my baby wore
But baby where are you?
And the cats in the cradle,
and the silver spoon,
Little Boy Blue
And the Man in the Moon.
"When you comin' home, son?"
"I don't know when, but we'll get together then,
Dad.
You know we'll have a good time then."
he says it's for the peace of all, Outside and it's ragin'
He's the one who must decide who's to live and who's to die, It'll soon shake your windows
and he never sees the writing on the wall. And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.
But without him how would Hitler have condemned him at Dachau,
without him Caesar would have stood alone, Come mothers and fathers,
He's the one who gives his body as a weapon of the war,
Throughout the land
and without him all this killing can't go on. And don't criticize
What you can't understand.
He's the Universal Soldier and he really is to blame, Your sons and your daughters
his orders come from far away no more, Are beyond your command
They come from him and you and me, and, brothers can't you see, Your old road is
This is not the way we put an end to war. Rapidly agin'
Please get out of the new one
If you your hand
can't lend
For the times they are a-changin'.
The Times They Are A-Changin'
Bob Dylan The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now will
Come gather 'round people
Later be fast.
Wherever you roam
As the present now
And admit that the waters
Will later be past
Around you have grown
The order is rapidly fadin'
And accept soon
it that
And the first one now
You'll be drenched to the bone,
Will later be last
If your time to you
For the times they are a-changin'.
Is worth savin'
Seafarers throughout history have been married to The Wreck of the Hesperus
the sea and this bond between seafarer and sea is Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
many faceted. It is a love-hate relationship. The sea
as provider is described in loving terms. It is the
parent that generously gives so that the seafarer can It was the schooner Hesperus,
enjoy the pleasures of home and family. The sea as That sailed the wintry sea;
destroyer is described in violent terms. It is the And the skipper had taken his little daughter,
hungry dog or raging devil that attacks ships and To bear him company.
batters them against reefs and rocky shores. Sea-
farers have always had to respect the great power of Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax,
the sea to bring home a good catch, to deliver an Her cheeks like the dawn
of the day,
important cargo, or to transport travellers. And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds,
Even in modern times, those who fish or sail for a That ope in the month of May.
living many hazards when they go to sea.
face
Modern technology has made the sea a safer place The skipper he stood beside the helm,
on which to work but from time to time even the His pipe was in his mouth,
most sophisticated of ships and oil rigs fall victim to And he watched how the veering flaw did blow
the power of the sea. In spite of these risks many The smoke now West, now South.
men and women in Atlantic Canada, British Colum-
bia, and the Great Lakes region make fishing and Then up and spake an old Sailor,
sailoring a way of life.
Had sailed to the Spanish Main,
The awesome power of the sea and its effect on "I pray thee, put into yonder port,
humanity has made it a popular theme in literature. For I fear a hurricane.
Great and perilous sea voyages were often major
components of Greek and Roman myths. Numerous "Last night, themoon had a golden ring,
other stories and poems have been composed since And no moon we see!"
to-night
these that attempt to capture this daring, rugged
The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe,
lifestyle. In Canada we have a rich heritage of sea
And a scornful laugh laughed he.
ballads that recount distressing
brave tales of
sailors, bold captains, powerful gales, and spec-
Colder and louder blew the wind,
tacular shipwrecks.
A gale from the Northeast,
All of the poems in this chapter tell the tale of a The snow fell hissing in the brine,
ship lost at sea. Two of these accounts are based on And the billows frothed like yeast.
true stories. As you read or listen to these poems, try
to develop an appreciation of the seafarer's unique Down came the storm, and smote again
way of life.
The vessel in its strength;
She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed,
Then leaped her cable's length.
"O father! I hear the sound of guns, The salt sea was frozen on her breast,
Oh say, what may it be?" The salt tears in her eyes;
"Some ship in distress, that cannot live And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed,
In such an angry sea!" On the billows fall and rise.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down of the big lake
they called Gitche Gumee.
The lake it is said never gives up her dead, when the skies of
November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore 26,000 tons more than the Edmund Fitzgerald
weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed when the gales of
November came early.
The ship was the pride of the American side, comin' back from some
mill in Wisconsin.
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most, with a crew
and good captain well seasoned,
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms, when they
left fully loaded for Cleveland,
And later that night when the ship's bell rang, could it be the
north wind they's bin feelin'.
The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound and a wave broke over
the railing,
And every man knew as the captain did too, 'twas the witch of
November come stealin'.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait, when the gales
of November came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain, in the face of a hurricane
west wind.
When suppertime came the old cook came on deck saying, "Fellas
too rough to feed ya."
it's
Does anyone know where the love of God goes when the waves turn
the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay — if they'd
more miles behind 'em.
put fifteen
They might have split up or they might have capsized, they may have
broke deep and took water,
And all that remains is the faces and the names of the wives and
the sons and the daughters.
Her sails were snowy white, they strained against the mast,
Her spray flew high as she went racing past,
And from the very first, the Bluenose loved to run,
She loved the smell of sea and of sun.
De win' she blow from nor'/eas'/wes' — Lightfoot account of this tragedy is based on
historical fact. In the public library, research
De sout' win' she blow too,
newspaper articles which reported on the event.
W'en Rosie cry "Mon cher captinne,
From these articles, piece together as complete
Mon cher, w'at I shall do?"
a story as possible of this shipwreck and prepare
Den de captinne t'row de big ankerre, an oral presentation for the class.
But still the scow she dreef,
De crew he can't pass on de shore, 3. As a crew member on the Edmund Fitzgerald,
An' tie her to de mas'. Canadian Evidence for this is seen in the
history.
Nex' morning very early 5. "The Ballad of the Bluenose" has been recorded.
two — free — four —
'Bout ha'f-pas' Listen to a recording of this ballad in class.
De captinne — scow — an' de poor Rosie Listen to other albums containing sea ballads
from Atlantic Canada. Compare differences in
Was corpses on de shore,
renditions, if possible.
For de win' she blow lak' hurricane
Bimeby she blow some more, 6. Write an imagined interview between you and
An' de scow bus' up on Lac St. Pierre, William Henry Drummond that focusses on his
Wan arpent from de shore. life in Quebec, his love for French Canadians,
and the humour in his poetry. To prepare to write,
you will need to study more Drummond poetry
and learn something of his life. When it is com-
plete, dramatize your interview with a partner for
your group or the class.
were disappointing. He worked for two years as a two autobiographies, Ploughman of the Moon and
farm labourer. He then tried his luck in San Fran- Harper of Heaven. In all, he completed thirteen
cisco but, out of money, he lived most of his time books of poetry and six novels. Service is best
there with bums and hobos. He travelled to Mexico remembered for his dramatic ballads of the Yukon
and into the American South-West. For a period of Gold Rush. His verses made him a household word
several months in 1898, he took up singing and play- in Canada, the United States, and Britain and earned
ing a guitar as he travelled through Colorado, him the wealth that afforded him the leisure to con-
Nevada, and Arizona. The loss of his guitar made tinue writing throughout his life. These ballads gave
him think of finding better paying work and, hence, Service a public image as a rough burly old codger.
he returned to British Columbia in 1899 to work on a In fact, he was a sensitive, romantic adventurer and
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.
When out of the night, which was fifty below, and into the din
and the glare,
There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and
loaded for bear.
He looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the
strength of a louse,
Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar, and called for drinks
for the house.
There was none could place the stranger's face, though we
searched ourselves for a clue;
But we drank his health, and the last to drink was Dangerous
Dan McGrew.
There's men that somehow just grip your eyes, and hold them
hard like a spell;
And such was he, and he looked to me like a man who had lived
in hell;
With a face most hair, and the dreary stare of a dog whose day
is done,
As he watered the green stuff in his glass, and the drops fell one
by one.
Then got to figgering who he was, and wondering what he'd
I
do,
And I turned my head — and there watching him was the lady
that's known as Lou.
And hunger not of the belly kind, that's banished with bacon
and beans,
But the gnawing hunger of lonely men for a home and all that
it means;
For a fireside far from the cares that are, four walls and a roof
above;
But oh! so cramful of cosy joy, and crowned with a woman's
love —
A woman dearer than all the world, and true as Heaven is true -
(God! how ghastly she looks through her rouge, — the lady
that's known as Lou.)
That your guts were gone, and the best for you was to crawl
away and die.
Twas the crowning cry of a heart's despair, and it thrilled you
through and through —
"I guess I'll make it a spread misere," said Dangerous Dan
McGrew.
In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw
him sway;
Then his lips went in in a kind of grin, and he spoke, and his
voice was calm,
And "Boys," says he, "you don't know me, and none of you
care a damn;
But want to state, and my words are straight, and I'll bet my
I
McGrew."
Then I ducked my head, and the lights went out, and two guns
blazed in the dark,
And a woman screamed, and the lights went up, and two men
lay stiff and stark.
Pitched on his head, and pumped full of lead, was Dangerous
Dan McGrew,
While the man from the creeks lay clutched to the breast of the
lady that's known as Lou.
These are the simple facts of the case, and I guess I ought to
know.
They say that the stranger was crazed with "hooch," and I'm
not denying it's so.
I'm not so wise as the lawyer guys, but strictly between us
two —
The woman that kissed him and — pinched his poke — was the
lady that's known as Lou.
It was the steamer Alice May that sailed the Yukon foam,
And touched atevery river camp from Dawson down to Nome.
It was her builder, owner, pilot, Captain Silas Geer,
Who took her through the angry ice, the last boat of the year;
Who patched her cracks with gunny sacks and wound her pipes with wire,
And cut the spruce upon the banks to feed her boiler fire;
Who headed her into the stream and bucked its mighty flow,
And nosed her up the little creeks where no one else would go;
Who bragged she had so small a draft, if dew was on the grass,
With gallant heart and half a start his little boat would pass.
Aye, ships might come and ships might go, but steady every year
The Alice May would chug away with Skipper Silas Geer.
Now though Cap Geer had ne'er a fear the devil he could bilk,
He owned a gastric ulcer and his grub was mostly milk.
He also owned a Jersey cow to furnish him the same,
So soft and sleek and mild and meek, and Kathleen was her name.
And as his source of nourishment he got to love her so
That everywhere the Captain went the cow would also go;
And though his sleeping quarters were ridiculously small,
He roped a section of them off to make Kathleen a stall.
So every morn she'd wake him up with mellifluous moo,
And he would pat her on the nose and go to wake the crew.
Then when he'd done his daily run and hitched on to the bank.
She'd breathe above his pillow till to soothing sleep he sank.
So up and down the river seeded sourdoughs would allow,
They made a touching tableau, Captain Silas and his cow.
Now as the Captain puffed his pipe and Kathleen chewed her cud,
There came to him a poetess, a Miss Belinda Budd.
"An epic would write," said she, "About this mighty stream,
I
The lady she sighed, then soft replied: "I love your Yukon scene,
And for its sake your room I'll take, and put up with Kathleen."
Well, she was so dead set to go the Captain said: "By heck!
I like your spunk; you take my bunk and I'll go camp on the deck."
So days went by then with a sigh she sought him out anew:
"Oh, Captain Geer, Kathleen's a dear, but does she have to moo?
In early morn like motor horn she bellows overhead,
While all the night without respite she snorts above my bed.
I know it's true she dotes on you, your smile she seems to miss;
She leans so near live in fear my brow she'll try to kiss.
I
Oh, please be kind and try to find another place for her."
Bereft of cheer was Captain Geer; his face was glazed with gloom:
He scratched "There ain't," he said, "another inch of room.
his head:
With freight we're packed; it's stowed and stacked —
why even on the deck.
There's seven salted sourdoughs and they're sleeping neck to neck.
I'm sorry, Miss, that Kathleen's kiss has put your muse to flight;
I amber eyes abstract you when you write.
realize her
I them orbs above a-shining down on me,
used to love
And when she'd chew my whiskers you can't calculate my glee.
I ain't at all poetical, but gosh! I guess your plight,
So I will try to plan what I can fix up for to-night."
Thus while upon her berth the wan and weary Author Budd
Bewailed her fate, Kathleen sedate above her chewed her cud;
And as he sought with brain distraught a steady course to steer,
Yet find a plan, a worried man was Captain Silas Geer.
Then suddenly alert was he, he hollered to his mate:
"Hi, Patsy, press our poetess to climb on deck and wait.
Hip-hip-hooray! Bid her be gay and never more despair
My search is crowned — by heck! I've found an answer to her prayer."
No more her moo will trouble you, you'll sleep right restful now.
Look, Lady, look! —
I'm giving you —
the tail end of the cow"
Say! You've struck a heap of trouble — 1. "The Shooting of Dan McGrew" is a vivid tale
Bust in business, lost your wife; based on the theme of the love triangle. Who are
No one cares a cent about you, the members of the love triangle in this poem?
How do you think they are related? How is the
You don't care a cent for life;
conflict generated by this love triangle resolved?
Hard luck has of hope bereft you,
Health is failing, wish you'd die — 2. Plan and present a dramatization of "The
Why, you've still the sunshine left you, Shooting of Dan McGrew." Prepare a script. Con-
And the big, blue sky. sider the use of costumes, props, and sound
effects. Perhaps you will want to use a narrator
Sky so blue it makes you wonder and/or a chorus to tell parts of the tale.
If it's heaven shining through; 3. Help organize and participate in a Klondike Days
Earth so smiling 'way out yonder, Celebration in your class. What different kinds of
Sun so bright it dazzles you; activities might you undertake? Consider poetry
Birds a-singing, flowers a-flinging readings, performing the "Can-Can," dramatiza-
All their fragrance on the breeze; tions of Service poems, playing music, and sing-
Dancing shadows, green, still meadows — ing songs of the era. Consider dressing in
Don't you mope, you've still got these. costumes of the period and setting the room up
as the Malamute Saloon.
These, and none can take them from you;
These, and none can weigh their worth.
What! you're tired and broke and beaten? —
Why, you're rich — you've got the earth!
Yes,if you're a tramp in tatters,
fk.
mired and their lives idealized. We sometimes By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
forget, however, the effort, the sacrifice, and the Matched with an aged wife, mete and dole I
pain that is usually involved in attaining fame. Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
Famous people are immortalized by their contri-
I cannot rest from travel; will drink I
bution to society but they can also live on in liter-
ature. Biography is the literary craft of making good Life to the lees. All time have enjoyed I
literature out of the lives of famous people. Great Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
people often live on in poetry as well. The poems in That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
this chapter all tell tales of famous people. As you Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
read these poems, note the price that each has paid Vext the dim sea. am become a name; I
for achievement. Try to determine whether the price For always roaming with a hungry heart
was worthwhile from the point of view of the person Much have seen and known, — cities of men
I
This is my
mine own Telemachus,
son,
To whom leave the scepter and the isle —
I
Riel
Don Gutteridge
Chorus:
So dance, dance, dance, teach us to be true
Come dance, dance, dance, 'cause we love you.
Chorus
Then his message gathers meaning and it spreads across the land
The rewarding of the fame is the following of the man
But ignorance is everywhere and people have their way
And success isan enemy to the losers of the day
In the shadows of the churches who knows what they pray
And blood is the language of the band.
Chorus
Chorus
Chorus
Chorus:
And now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
Chorus:
And now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how, —
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Frameless heads on nameless walls, with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met, the ragged men in ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now the sun is laid to sleep, 2. "Crucifixion" is a highly symbolic poem relating
Seated in thy silver chair, the assassination of President John F. Kennedy
State in wonted manner keep: to the depths of evil in America. Research the
Hesperus entreats thy light, events surrounding this assassination and the
Goddess excellently bright. problems facing America at that time. In a short
paper, comment on the soundness of Och's
assessment.
Earth, let not thy envious shade
Dare itself to interpose; 3. Do artists, such as Vincent Van Gogh, make real
Cynthia's shining orb was made contributions to society? Write a concise one-
Heaven to clear when day did close: page report outlining your point of view using
Bless us then with wished sight, illustrations of Van Gogh's work to support your
Lay thy bow of pearl apart, 4. Write a character sketch of one of thefamous peo-
And thy crystal-shining quiver; ple described in this chapter.
Give unto the flying hart
Space to breathe, how short soever:
Thou that mak'st a day of night,
Goddess excellently bright.
Grisly tales of brutal events have been very popular She put my arm about her waist,
in the literature of every culture throughout time. As And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
with literature based on the supernatural, humanity And all her yellow hair displaced,
seems to be at the same time shocked and delighted And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
by tales of the unspeakable. Many people seem to And spread o'er all her yellow hair,
have a fascination with horrible, unnatural deaths
Murmuring how she loved me — she
and the mystery and suspense that often surrounds
Too weak, for all her heart's endeavour,
such events. This fascination finds expression in all
forms of art.
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
Since these terrible tales often involve unnatural And give herself to me for ever.
but seldom supernatural elements, the effect on the
But passion sometimes would prevail,
reader can be more profound than that brought
Nor could to-night's gay feast restrain
about by the basic ghost story. The belief that the
story is possible makes it all the more dreadful. One
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:
knife-wielding Jack the Ripper can be more terrify-
ing than a dozen misty ghosts. So, she was come through wind and rain.
Be sure looked up at her eyes
I
I listened with heart fit to break, Only, this time my shoulder bore
When glided in Porphyria; straight Her head, which droops upon it still:
She shut the cold out and the storm, The smiling rosy little head,
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate So glad it has its utmost will,
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm; That all it scorned at once is fled,
Which done, she rose, and from her form And I, its love, am gained instead!
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl, Porphyria's love: she guessed not how
And laid her soiled gloves by, untied Her darling one wish would be heard.
Her hat and let the damp hair fall, And thus we sit together now,
And, last, she sat down by my side And all night long we have not stirred,
And called me. When no voice replied, And yet God has not said a word!
borrow
to
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery
— explore —
From my books surcease of sorrow sorrow for the
lost Lenore —
'Tis the wind and nothing more.'
On the night of the execution What do we learn about him as he tells his
tale?
a man at the door
b) In pairs, write an interview between Por-
mistook me for the coroner.
phyria's lover and a police inspector investi-
'Press,' I said.
gating Porphyria's death. Then, with your
partner, dramatize this interview for a small
But he didn't understand. He led me group or the class.
into thewrong room
where the sheriff greeted me: 2. In what ways have the authors built and main-
'You're late, Padre.' tained suspense in "The Raven" and in "Por-
phyria's Lover"?
'You're wrong,' I told him. 'I'm Press.'
3. Memorize "The Raven" or "Porphyria's
either
'Yes, of course, Reverend Press.'
Lover" and, groups of four, recite your poem.
in
We went down a stairway. You may want to recite it for the class as well.
'Ah, Mr. Ellis,' said the Deputy. 4. In "At the Cedars," the storyteller must describe
me to a father the tragic death of his daughter. Have
'Press!' I shouted. But he shoved
you ever had to tell a friend or a relative tragic
through a black curtain.
news? Do you know anyone who has been in that
The lights were so bright
situation? How does it feel to be the bearer of
couldn't see the faces
tragic news? How does one say the "right
I
I am a word
His feet slid on the bank,
in a foreign language.
the currents took him;
he swirled with ice and trees in the swollen water
By daylight he resisted.
I
He said, disgusted
with the swamp's clamourings and the outbursts
He stood, a point
of rocks,
on a sheet of green paper
This is not order
proclaiming himself the centre,
but the absence
of order.
with no walls, no borders
anywhere; the sky no height
He was wrong, the unanswering
above him, totally un-
forest implied:
enclosed
It was
and shouted:
an ordered absence.
Let me out!
II
For many years
am not random.
It was like
enticing whales with a bent
The ground
replied with aphorisms:
pin. Besides he thought
in that country
a tree-sprout, a nameless
weed, words only the worms were biting.
he couldn't understand.
VI
Ill
If he had known unstructured
The house pitched space is a deluge
But obstinate he
The idea of an animal
patters across the roof.
stated, The land is solid
and stamped,
In the darkness the fields
watching his foot sink
defend themselves with fences
in vain:
down through stone
up to the knee.
everything
is getting in.
Things
1. The poems in this chapter show a progression in
refused to name themselves; refused
the lives of two different pioneers. To what does
to let him name them. each pioneer progress? How do they feel about
where they end up at the end of these poems?
The wolves hunted
outside.
2. Have you ever experienced feelings similar to
those expressed in these Atwood poems? Com-
ment.
On his beaches, his clearings,
by the surf of under- 3. Organize a panel discussion about Atwood's
growth breaking poetry. The four or five students who join the
at his feet, he foresaw panel should each read one of Atwood's poetry
disintegration books and be prepared to discuss the work they
and in the end selected in terms of subject, form, tone, diction,
and imagery. A moderator could then be
through eyes
selected to facilitate the discussion.
made ragged by his
effort, the tension 4. To what extent does setting control the char-
between subject and object, acters in these poems? Use specific examples
from the poems to support your answer.
the green vision,
the unnamed
whale invaded.
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A. The Haiku
Formula Poetry
Understanding
William Wordsworth, the famous English poet, once
Don Raye
defined poetry as "emotion recollected in tranquil-
ity." Japanese haiku fulfill that definition with signif- A warm smile from you
icance and beauty. Anyone who has ever observed Gleamed on me as a new moon
anything with a sense of wonder can write haiku. straightened things out.
It
The impact of a haiku is like that of a pebble Night that ends so soon:
tossed into a stream. As you read the poem, it rip- in the ford there still remains
ples your imagination, expanding and developing as one sliver of the moon.
you sense and share the experience of the poet.
Giddy Grasshopper
Issa
Life Lesson
Don Raye Giddy Grasshopper
Take care ... Do not
The fierce wind rages Leap and crush
And I see how trees survive These pearls of dew-drop
They have learned to bend.
I touch
Two curving things:
Papers The barrel of this pen,
Anonymous The slow uncertain windings of
This verse.
Just now,
Out of the strange
Still dusk ... as strange, as still . . .
So cold?
89 14 Formula Poetry
D. The Diamante E. The Limerick
The diamante, a poetry pattern invented by Iris M. Another form of folk verse is the limerick. Like most
Tiedt, is a simple diamond-shaped poem expressing forms of poetry, its specific origin remains baffling.
contrast. It may have any number of lines. The first The limerick supposedly began as a kind of song
line contains one word, the second two, the third which was passed around orally. Although there
three, and so on until the middle line, which intro- were limericks in print as early as 1821, it was not
duces an idea opposite to the idea developed in the until Edward Lear published his Book of Nonsense
lines up to that point. Each line following the middle in 1846 that they achieved popularity. People today
line decreases by one word until the last line, which enjoy the limericks in Lear's The Complete
consists of the direct opposite of the opening word. Nonsense Book as well as the ones in William Jay
Smith's Typewriter Town and Sara and John
In a seven-line diamante each of the following
Brewton's Laughable Limericks. This favourite form
steps represents one line of the poem.
of light verse, often nonsensical, frequently con-
• one noun cerns people's actions, manners, and eccentricities.
• two adjectives describing the noun
• three participles (words that end in -ing or -ed) per- The writer of limericks must be willing to follow a
taining to the noun definite form of rhyme arrangement. To write verse
• four nouns related to the subject (The second two
with a definite rhythm to it, the writer must be sure
that the accented or stressed beats in a poetic line
nouns may have meanings opposite to the first
fall on words or parts of words which are normally
two.)
accented when they are pronounced. There must be
• three participles indicating change or develop-
just the right number of unaccented sounds be-
ment of the subject noun
tween each accented sound so that the rhythm is
• two adjectives carrying on the idea of change or
right and natural, and forms a standard limerick line.
development
The first, second, and fifth lines must have three
• a noun that is opposite to the original noun
accented beats to them. The third and fourth lines
The result is a seven-line contrast poem that has have two accented beats.
changed in meaning from beginning to end.
Besides the rhythmical pattern, a limerick must
also have a definite rhyme scheme. The most com-
mon rhyme scheme is aabba.
Galaxies —
Distant, huge
Glowing, turning, going
Space, mystery —
energy, life
I remember a fellow named Louie
Growing, circling, building
Who ate seventeen bowls of chop-suey;
Tiny, basic
When
the eighteenth was brought,
Atoms.
He became overwrought
And we watched as poor Louie went blooie!
She used gasoline 1. Some people feel that there arepoems that are
And later was seen better left uninterpreted. Choose one of the
Sailing over the hills and the trees. types of poetry in this chapter and argue this
point.
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A. The Epigram
Epigram and Epitaph
B. The Epitaph
An epigram is a brief, witty statement, usually in the An epitaph is an elegy for inscription on a monu-
form of a poem. This saying may be merely clever or ment. Because an epitaph originally was inscribed
it may be thought-provoking. This type of terse and on a tombstone, it is brief. This short statement in
witty poem ("Men seldom make passes/At girls who memory of a dead person, usually put on his or her
wear glasses." —
Dorothy Parker) or statement tombstone, is meant to sum up the life or outlook of
("Life is much too important a thing ever to talk the deceased. At its best, the epitaph is a moving
seriously about." —
Oscar Wilde) usually ends with expression of grief. In verse, however, many are light
an ingenious turn of thought. or even cynical. As can be seen in "For King Charles
II," it is sometimes very difficult to distinguish
reading an epigram, one immediately notices
In
between epigram and epitaph.
that a lot of meaning and a great deal of experience
and wisdom have been condensed into a compact, There are many examples of epitaphs in a number
memorably balanced, expression. emphatic of poetry anthologies and many of them are amus-
Epigrams aim at rapping out a tough thought by a ing. They either comment on a person's life,
flash of wit within a tightly closed form. character, profession, or manner of death, and often
incorporate a play on words.
On His Books
Hilaire Belloc For King Charles II
Stop, Christian passer-by! — Stop, child of God, epigram form rather than in prose?
And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod See if you can find the epitaphs of three famous
A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he. or infamous people.
O, lift one thought in prayer for S.T.C.;
many poems are written just for fun. A poem see here mehitabel
which is both funny and a good poem is a tricky com- i said i thought
bination, for a good joke is funniest the first time it is you told me that
heard, whereas a good poem gets better each time it is it was cleopatra
reread. Nevertheless, the humorous mode may well be
you used to be
the vehicle for poetry as serious, as intelligent, as beau-
before you
tiful, and as profound as poetry written in other, more
transmigrated into
"respectable" modes. In this chapter, you will find a few
the carcase of a cat
of the thousands of humorous poems that exist in
English. where do you get
this tut
Often writers with a sense of humour like to play with
ankh
words and ideas, even though the results do not seem
amen stuff
to mean very much. This type of writing is called
"nonsense," because it has little or no significance
question mark
beyond the funny ideas presented.
i was several
ladies my little
dutch with king tut and Sol indulged in that possibly most inexcusable
he slipped me the of all to use a highfalootin phrase
sarcophagus always my luxuries that is or to
luck yesterday an empress wit farming and be
and today too it needlessly
emaciated to interest added
a vivisectionist but
toujours gai archy my Uncle Sol's farm
toujours gai and always failed because the chickens
a lady in spite of hell ate the vegetables so
and transmigration my Uncle Sol had a
once a queen chicken farm till the
always a queen skunks ate the chickens when
archy
period my Uncle Sol
had a skunk farm but
one of her the skunks caught cold and
feet was frozen died and so
but on the other three my Uncle Sol imitated the
she began to caper and skunks in a subtle manner
dance singing its
archy
iremember we all cried like the Missouri
when my Uncle Sol's coffin lurched because
somebody pressed a button
(and down went
my Uncle
Sol
By this time
considerable attention had been drawn:
around my coffee
the waiters, the owner,
and customers gathered.
What seems to be the trouble?
the owner inquired,
and I replied:
Focus on Meaning
There's an alligator in my coffee!
. . . But the coffee's fresh, he said
and raised the cup up to his nose . . .
1. Using the poems in this chapter for ideas,
Careful! I said.
choose some incidents for a humorous skit or
for a cartoon illustration.
he'll bite it
Once more around should do it, the man confided . . . Orange butterfly lighting
on the lowest branch
and sure enough, when the roller-coaster reached the peak of my
weeping-willow tree,
of the giant curve above me, screech of its wheels and hanging there motionless
almost drowned out by the shriller cries of the riders, for a moment's rest,
instead of the dip and plunge with its landslide of screams, your time will be over
it rose in the air like a movieland magic carpet, when those green leaves you clutch
some wonderful bird, turn to yellow and fall.
and without fuss or fanfare swooped slowly across Yet you flutter away
the amusement park, with such bounce in your wings,
over Spook's Castle, ice-cream booths, shooting-gallery. as if summer had arrived
And losing no height only yesterday,
made the last yards above the beach, where the cucumber-cool that you make me ashamed
brakeman in the last seat saluted of my life-to-death thoughts,
a lady about to change from her bathing-suit. turn my face again to catch
the warm living heat
Then, as many witnesses reported, headed leisurely of the August sun.
out over the water,
disappearing all too soon behind a low-flying flight of clouds.
When we moved here, twelve years ago, 1. Do you like the poem "Flight of the Roller
you were little more than a sapling, Coaster"? What aspect of the poem do you like
a struggling one at that. I remember or dislike? Have you ever been in a situation
how that first winter I despaired of your life,
where you let your imagination run away with
you? Explain.
especially that night of the ice-storm,
when you ended up face-down, icicle-frozen, 2. "The Top Hat" describes one of society's
in the snow. If I hadn't lashed you upright "misfits." Yet the speaker seems to look upon
to a stake you would have died this individual in a much different light. Do you
right then, I'm sure of it.
agree with the poet's perception of the man in
the top hat? What do you think of people who are
society's outcasts?
Still, you somehow survived that winter, then another,
grew at first wrong directions,
slowly in all the 3. In "Orange Butterfly Lighting,"the butterfly
a skinny, knock-kneed child. Then suddenly affects the speaker in quite a profound way.
you'd reached young manhood, threw out branches What do you think of his response to the butter-
more confidently, reaching out and up, fly? Have you ever been in a situation where
but always toward the sun. And just today I've noticed some aspect of nature has made you sit back
now and think? Explain.
you're even taller than the house,
and I find it's all can do
I 4. Why do you think the tree in "Our Weeping-
to stretch my arms around your trunk. Willow" is so important to the poet? Do you
agree with this outlook on nature?
Well, there's no doubt of it,
5. What conclusions can you draw from the poet's
you'llalways be that much more
comparison of his life and that of Solzheni-
than just another tree to us, tsyn? Why do you think Souster wrote "Minor
for you're the sapling Testament"?
I pulled up from death beneath the snow,
then coaxed back to life;
Minor Testament
Solzhenitsyn, as I learn
more and more about the miracle
of your life, its heights,
its utter desolations,
A lyric poem presents personal emotion. Often Many aspects of life are touched by the following
this is joyful emotion, such as an expression of the poems, for lyric poetry confronts emotion and ideas
joys of friendship, of love, or of reflection on the which need to be confronted, which need to be
beautiful aspects of nature. However, not all of life's expressed. The lyric poet touches all of us in such a
happenings are beautiful. Similarly, lyric poetry also way as to make us feel the depths and intensities of
deals with painful emotion —
with the pain of both real and imagined life's experience.
friends parting and the resulting loneliness, with the
pain of love gone amiss, with fears of the passage of
time and the inescapable reality of death.
© Love
Poets write of love in many ways. Sometimes they She Walks in Beauty
express sadness, sadness for love that is over, for George Gordon, Lord Byron
lovers who are parted, for love that is not realized
until itis too late. Sometimes the poet's mood is one
of the most intense joy, arising from the fulfillment She walks in beauty, like the night
of deep and timeless love. Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
The poems in this chapter represent the great
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
variety of lyrics written on the theme of love. Some
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
of these lyric poems use images of startling beauty;
others are ordinary, even plain. Some speak of en-
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
chantment; others are definitely realistic. And,
although we usually associate the word "love" with One shade the more, one ray the less,
romantic love, some of the poems go beyond mere Had half impair'd the nameless grace
conventional ideas we may have of love. Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Whatever their words, whatever their moods, an
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
expression of the emotion of a love experience is
captured in the poets' lines. How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
of love's austere and lonely offices? To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?
And this was the reason that, long ago, Psyche with the Candle
In this kingdom by the sea, Archibald MaeLeish
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful ANNABEL LEE,
Love which is the most difficult mystery
So that her high-born kinsmen came
Asking from every young one answers
And bore her away from me,
And most from those most eager and most beautiful -
To shut her up in a sepulchre
Love is a bird in a fist:
In this kingdom by the sea.
To hold it hides it, to look at it lets it go.
It will twist loose if you lift so much as a finger.
The happy in heaven,
angels, not half so
Went envying her and me —
It will stay if you cover it — stay but unknown and
invisible.
Yes! — that was the reason (as all men know,
Either you keep it forever with fist closed
In this kingdom by the sea)
Or let it fling
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Singing in fervor of sun and in song vanish.
Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.
There is no answer other to this mystery.
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Love Is Not All Focus on Meaning
Edna St. Vincent Millay
1. a) What does each of the following words —
daylight, sunlight, starlight, moonlight, night
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink — suggest to youin terms of beauty or lack of
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; beauty? What feelings does each suggest to
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink you?
And rise and sink and rise and sink again; b) Re-read the poems in this section. How have
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath, the poets used these various images? What
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone; could you say to any of these poets in a
Yet many a man is making friends with death discussion of their ideas? What suggestions
Even as speak, for lack of love alone.
I could you make for possible changes in their
It may be that in a difficult hour,
well images?
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release, 2. How does "Those Winter Sundays" differ from
Or nagged by want past resolution's power, the other poems section? Express, in your
in this
I might be driven to sell your love for peace, own words, what this poem says about love.
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
3. Edgar Allan Poe defined poetry as "the rhyth-
It well may be. do not think would.
I I
mical creation of beauty." After reading and
studying his poem "Annabel Lee," what do you
think he meant by this?
any of us, realizes and can express the idea that in Are taller,
the larger scope of things, all time is one. My daughter,
My lovely daughter?
The poet writes of time as it is related to change,
to growing, to growing up, togrowing old. With time
Who is that in the tall grasses running
and change come the things that memories are
Beside her, near the water?
made of, and the poet writes of these as well.
She can not see there
Time that pursued her
In the deep grasses so fast
And faster
And caught her,
My foolish daughter.
Memory
David Helwig What is the wind in the fair grass saying
Like a verse, near the water?
In the first evenings Saviours that over
when we walked together All things have power
spring had taken the city Make Time himself grow kind
by the hand. And kinder
That sought her,
We would walk silent or speaking My little daughter.
down a dozen unknown streets
of clustered houses Who is that at the close of the summer
while the night was soft as lips Near the deep lake? Who wrought her
upon our skin. Comely and slender?
Time but attends and befriends her
As we walked through the dark, Than whom the grasses though tall
lighted windows Are not taller,
made mysteries, made My daughter,
a hundred private worlds. My gentle daughter.
Now in a house
where children sleep
we live within the light
and from our window
see sometimes
the shapes of lovers in the evening streets.
Lying down in the melting snow. Or ride secure the cruel sky,
There were times we regretted Or build consummate palaces
The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces, Of metal or of masonry.
And the silken girls bringing sherbet.
Then the camel men cursing and grumbling But have you wine and music still,
And running away, and wanting their liquor and women, And statues and a bright-eyed love,
And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters, And foolish thoughts of good and ill,
And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly And prayers to them who sit above?
And the villages dirty and charging high prices:
A hard time we had of it. How shall we conquer? Like a wind
At the end we preferred to travel all night, That eve our fancies blow,
falls at
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver, 1 send my soul through time and space
And feet kicking the empty wine-skins.
To greet you. You will understand.
When you are old and gray and full of sleep, Yesterday a child came out to wander,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book, Caught a dragonfly inside a jar,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; And tearful at the falling of a star.
Jenny kissed me when we met, And you tell him "Take your time, it won't be long now
Jumping from the chair she sat in; 'Til you drag your feet to slow the circle down."
Remember
Christina Rossetti
The trees that winter's chill of life bereaves: South Valley Dam is silted up,
Only their stiffened boughs break silence, weeping the slid scree of a whole mountain
Over their fallen leaves; is leaning there; some year
when the rains keep
That lie upon the dank earth brown and rotten, on and on as they do
Miry and matted in the soaking wet: it will go, and the wind seethe
a frequent theme in lyric poetry. Why? Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night
Because a poet is never afraid to write about those Dylan Thomas
feared or mighty themes that touch us all. A poet
has the uncanny ability to take our inexpressible
thoughts and express them in a way that ordinary Do not go gentle into that good night,
language cannot. Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
The deaths that poets write of may be personal
and private, or they may be more general, even
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
universal. For example, a poet may explore the emo-
Because their words had forked no lightning they
tion evoked by the death of a special person, or else
explore the implications of the deaths of many, as in Do not go gentle into that good night.
a wartime setting. Frequently, the dead person may
be the speaker of the poem, and this can lead the Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
poetic imagination to some startling effects. Their deeds might have danced in a green bay,
frail
Scarce heard amid the guns below. Ye bubbles raised by breath of Kings;
Who upon the tide of state,
float
We are the Dead. Short days ago Come hither, and behold your fate.
We dawn, saw sunset glow,
lived, felt Let pride be taught by this rebuke,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie, How very mean a thing's a Duke;
In Flanders fields. From all his ill-got honors flung,
Turned to that dirt from whence he sprung.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch, be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Ill 19 Death
The Fox Focus on Meaning
Kenneth Patchen
1. Think about yourself, your attitudes, your goals,
Because the snow is deep and your priorities in life. Into which category of
Without spot that white falling through white air Thomas' poem —
wise, good, wild, grave do —
you best fit? What additional categories could
Because she limps a little — bleeds he have used?
Where they shot her 2. Both "In Flanders Fields" and "The Soldier"
were written by wartime poets. What ideas or
Because hunters have guns techniques do these poems share? How do they
And dogs have hangmen's legs differ from each other? Which do you think is the
better poem? Why?
Because I'd like to take her in my arms 3. a) What would a conventional elegy about the
And tend her wound death of a famous warrior or general stress?
b) What ideas or statements do you think are the
Because she can't afford to die most effective in Swift's satirical elegy?
Killing the young in her belly Why?
One would have to search for a long time to find Like stone, or shadow of stone,
someone who does not feel even the slightest lift in Without a pulse or breath,
spirits in response to beauty in nature. A sunrise, a Motionless and alone
sunset, the changes of the seasons, the majesty of a There in the lily stems:
granite mountain, the calm of a still lake all these — But his eyes are alive like gems.
and more speak to us of something greater than our-
selves. Small wonder, then, that much of the Still as a shadow; still
mightiest lyric poetry is inspired by nature. Grey feather and yellow bill:
Still as an image made
113 20 Nature
A November Landscape I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
E. J. Pratt William Wordsworth
November came today and seized the whole Iwandered lonely as a cloud
Of the autumnal store of reds, and left That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
But drabs and yellows on a land bereft When all at once saw a crowd,
I
Through clay and stubble, through dead ferns and Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
leaves
As here lie sodden on the ground; and yet The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: —
This was the story told six months ago, A Poet could not but be gay
When April lured the crocus through the snow. Insuch a jocund company!
Igazed —
and gazed —
but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
I shall go shod in silk, The room was suddenly rich and the great
And you in wool, bay-window was
White as white cow's milk, Spawning snow and pink roses against it
More beautiful Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:
Than breast of gull. World is suddener than we fancy it.
We shall walk through the still town World is and more of it than we think,
crazier
In a windless peace; Incorrigibly plural. peel and portion
I
We shall step upon white down, A tangerine and spit the pips and feel
Upon silver fleece, The drunkenness of things being various.
Upon softer than these.
And the fire flames with a bubbling sound for world
We shall walk in velvet shoes: Is more and gay than one supposes —
spiteful
Wherever we go On the tongue on the eyes on the ears in the palms
Silence will fall like dews of one's hands —
On white silence below. There is more than glass between the snow and the
We shall walk in the snow. huge roses.
Too silver for a seam, The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor
Or butterflies, off banks of noon, eyes,
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting In the light of its golden wings.
flowers, And when Sunset may breathe, from
From the seas and the streams; the lit sea beneath,
I bear light shade for the leaves when Its ardors of rest and of love,
laid And the crimson pall of eve may fall
In their noonday dreams. From the depth of Heaven above,
From my wings are shaken the dews With wings folded I rest, on mine airy
that waken nest,
The sweet buds every one, As still as a brooding dove.
When rocked to rest on their mother's
breast, That orbed maiden with white fire lad-
115 20 Nature
And wherever the beat of her unseen I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
feet, And out of the caverns of rain,
Which only the angels hear, Like a child from the womb, like a
May have broken the woof of my tent's ghost from the tomb,
thin roof, I arise and unbuild it again.
The stars peep behind her and peer;
And I laugh to see them whirl and flee,
Allday follow I
Look backward
The Rock Pile
Ever with discontent.
Fred Cogswell
A stone, a root, a strayed thought
Has warped the line of that furrow —
Right in the middle of a field there stands And urge my horses 'round again.
A huge rockpile, but most of it is one
Big stone, a lump of rock that weighs a ton Sometimes even before the row is finished
Or more, too much for horses or for hands Imust look backward;
To budge, and there the man who cleared these lands, To find, when come to the end I
Jim Armstrong, in the days of brawn and grit That there I swerved.
Wrestled for weeks in vain to lever it;
It broke his harness, traces, grappling bands. Unappeased I leave the field,
Expectant, return.
And so Jim covered up with little stones
The only thing in life he could not beat; The horses are very patient.
But when new settlers came after a while When I tell myself
To look and praise in awed, admiring tones This time
The mighty rockpile in his field, he'd smile The ultimate unflawed turning
A twisted smile and find the credit sweet. Is before my share,
They must give up their rest.
117 21 Reflection
Modern Ode to the Modern School New Year's Poem
John Erskine Margaret Avison
Just after theBoard had brought the schools up to date The Christmas twigs crispen and needles rattle
To prepare you for your Life Work Along the windowledge.
Without teaching you one superfluous thing, A solitary pearl
Jim Reilly presented himself to be educated. Shed from the necklace spilled at last week's party
He wanted to be a bricklayer. Lies in the suety, snow-luminous plainness
They taught him to be a perfect bricklayer. Of morning, on the windowledge beside them.
And nothing more. And all the furniture that circled stately
And hospitable when these rooms were brimmed
He knew much about bricklaying
so With perfumes, furs, and black-and-silver
That the contractor made him a foreman Crisscross of seasonal conversation, lapses
But he knew nothing about being a foreman. Into its previous largeness.
He spoke to the School Board about it, I remember
And they put in a night course Anne's rose-sweet gravity, and the stiff grave
On how to be a foreman Where cold so little can contain;
And nothing more. Imark the queer delightful skull and crossbones
Starlings and sparrows left, taking the crust,
He became so excellent a foreman And the long loop of winter wind
That the contractor made him a partner. Smoothing its arc from dark Arcturus down
But he knew nothing about figuring costs To the bricked corner of the drifted courtyard,
Nor about bookkeeping And the windowledge.
still
Prospering at last
And meeting other men as prosperous,
Whenever the conversation started, he'd say to himself
"Just wait till it comes my way —
Then I'll show them!"
But they never mentioned bricklaying Wild Swans
Nor the art of being a foreman Edna St. Vincent Millay
Thou saw the fields laid bare and waste, Beautiful: though no pictures on them, save
An' weary winter comin' fast, The scorpion crawling on a printed track;
An' cozie here, beneath the blast, The Virgin floating on a scriptural wave,
Thou thought to dwell, Square letters twinkling in the Zodiac.
Till crash! the cruel coulter passed
Out through thy cell. The snuff left on this page, now brown and old,
The tallow stains of midnight liturgy —
That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble These are my coat of arms, and these unfold
Has cost thee mony a weary nibble! My noble lineage, my proud ancestry!
Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald, And my tears, too, have stained this heirloomed ground,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble When reading in these treatises some weird
An' cranreuch cauld! Miracle, I turned a leaf and found
A white hair fallen from my father's beard.
119 21 Reflection
Ode On Solitude Focus on Meaning
Alexander Pope
1. What details does Fred Cogswell supply about
Happy the man whose wish and care Jim Armstrong in "The Rock Pile"? What else
can you learn about him from reading between
A few paternal acres bound,
the lines of the poem? Have you met anyone like
Content to breathe his native air
Jim in your own life? from reading other litera-
In his own ground.
ture? Write a short character sketch about him or
her.
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire, 2. It seems that Knister is using the experience of
Whose trees in summer yield him shade, plowing in "The Plowman" to reflect on some-
In winter fire.
thing deeper. What is Knister saying?
Junkets
Alden Nowlan
This living hand, now warm and capable Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
And in the icy silence of the tomb, Conspiring with him how to load and bless
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees,
So in my veins red life might stream again, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
And thou be conscience-calmed —
see here it is — To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
Ihold it towards you. With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells.
I set her on my pacing steed, 1. "This Living Hand" is a brief fragment of poetry
And nothing else saw all day long, written for Fanny Brawne. What feelings does it
stir in you? How do you think Fanny Brawne
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
might have reacted to it?
A faery's song.
2. What conventional ideas and images are often
She found me roots of relish sweet, associated with autumn? How do you think
And honey wild, and manna dew, Keats has gone beyond these in his "Ode to
And sure in language strange she said — Autumn"?
"I love thee true." 3. "La Belle Dame Sans Merci" is Keats' version of
the traditional ballad, "Thomas the Rhymer."
She took me to her elfin grot, How has Keats changed that story?
And there she wept, and sighed full sore,
4. Write a short skit in which you dramatize an
And there shut I her wild wild eyes
event, real or imaginary, in the life of John Keats.
With kisses four.
For example, you could dramatize a moment
from his childhood, or his farewell to Fanny as
And there she lulled me asleep, he leaves for Italy, or a moment during the
And there dreamed — Ah! woeI betide! writing of one of his poems. Perhaps you could
The latest dream I ever dreamed artistically incorporate some lines from Keats'
On the cold hill side. poetry into your skit.
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New Directions
Twentieth-century poetry is noted for its experimen- Much modern poetry is a challenge to read,
tation. This experimentation is part of breaking with though it should be noted that most of it is not really
the past and searching for new insights and new any harder to understand than traditional poetry.
ways to express them. In poetry, this search takes Modern poetry is often more condensed, but not
noticeable form in freer rhythms, in condensed more difficult as to theme and meaning. In many
phrasing, and in a symbolic language drawing freely ways, modern poetry is more exciting to read
upon any area of human experience. because much of it is open to various interpreta-
tions. Therefore, in a very real sense, the reader is
participating in the poem as he or she reads it.
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Free Verse
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Ever since the appearance of nursery rhymes, poets the witch
have been influenced by the regular, rhythmic rhym- Terrence Heath
ing patterns characteristic of "traditional" poetry.
Poets, bound by a conviction that poetry must
rhyme, made the poem
a restrictive container of mrs. schmidt and the boy stepped down from the
feeling. Because of contrived rhythm or rhyme, the backporch of the house onto the prairie, they
feelings and experiences expressed in poems were followed two ruts toward the railroad yard, grey
often reduced to an artificial level. Free verse, the dust rose around their feet, when they reached
most important form of modern poetry, is an attempt the tracks they walked along the timbers and picked
to liberate expression. up pieces of coal until her basket was almost full,
Free verse is often spoken of by supporters of the they turned towards her house again and walked
older metrical forms as if it were of less worth than diagonally across the prairie, every few steps she
traditional forms of poetry. (Robert Frost once pointed to the ground and the boy bent down and
remarked, "Writing free verse is like playing tennis found the plants she meant, some of the plants he
with the net down.") Yet some writers and critics dug out by the roots, from some he picked the
contend that free verse by its very irregularity pro- leaves, from some the flowers, the coal could no
vides added force to thought and expression. The longer be seen through the green plants in the basket,
attraction of free verse is that it gives the poet
they reached the framed rectangular screendoor at
greater freedom expressing emotion and theme,
in
the back of her house.
unrestricted by the requirements imposed by tradi-
tional metrical forms. Free verse does allow more
one moment, i have something for you. she went
latitude, of course, but it is certainly not an easier
form with which to work. Since there are fewer into the house, the coiled spring on the door
stretched open and closed again, it had worn a
specifically outlined guides, the work must proceed
on an intuitive level. Each poem generates its own smooth groove wood, the boy
in the side of the
rules of form. A great deal of practice is required to stood in the wild portulaca near the back door, he
develop effective intuitions for free verse. And it is moved his feet; they raised dust in the air. he could
doubtful that any poet can be sure of perfect pacing not see into the house
in every poem he or she writes. So free verse poses a
greater gamble than other forms. Still, it offers she came to the door, the coiled spring opened and
greater potential in several ways. The writer creates closed. In her right hand was a black box.
form along with the rest of the poem, and this may
lead to a luxury of variation that would not be avail-
here, a camera, for you. now you can take pictures.
able to us in any other way.
In Boot Hill there are only two graves that belong to women
and they are the only known suicides in that graveyard
I remember the first night there. John took me to see the animals.
About 20 yards away from the house, he had built vast cages, all
in a row. They had a tough net roof over them for the day time
when they were let out but tended to stay within the shade of
their cages anyway. That night John took me along and we
stepped off the porch, left the last pool of light, down the steps
into the dark. We
walked together smoking his long narrow cigars,
with each suck the nose and his mustache lighting up. We came to
the low brooding whirr of noise, night sleep of animals. They were
stunning things in the dark. Just shapes that shifted. You could
peer into a cage and see nothing till a rattle of claws hit the grid
an inch from your face and their churning feathers seemed to hiss,
and a yellow pearl of an eye cracked with veins glowed through
the criss crossed fence.
One of the cages had a huge owl. It was vast. All I could see were
its eyes — at least 8" apart. The next morning however, it turned
out to be two owls, both blind in one eye. In those dark cages the
birds, there must have been 20 of them, made a steady hum all
through the night —
a noise you heard only if you were within
five yards of them. Walking back to the house it was again sheer
silence from where we had come, only now we knew they were
moving and sensing the air and our departure. We knew they
continued like that all night while we slept.
let me follow
into your churchbarn
through the gate
to the onion domes
Garrett moved us straight to the nearest railroad depot. We had where your carrot
to wait one night for the train that would take us to Messilla harvest burns
where they would hold the trial. The Polk Hotel there was a a fire of candles
bright white place with a wide courtyard and well. The deputies
went down in the bucket and washed themselves. They removed let me follow
Charlie off his horse. Garrett took over and washed the dried in the cool light
blood off the animal. Garrett ordered a box for Charlie Bowdre. as you move through
Then he made me drink liquids and paste. They had to carry the God's storehouse
three of us from the horses to the beds — we couldn't walk after as you put the bins
the week on horses. was to share a room with Garrett and
I
in order as you set
Emory. each grain in place
Your last good bed Billy, he said, pick your position. did, face
I
let me follow
who had broken both ankles when the horse stumbled collapsing to the low caves
of Gregorian chant
on his chained legs.
and let me hear
little father
It isafternoon still, the room white with light. My last white
room, the sun coming through the shutters making the white how you pray
walls whiter. lie on my left cheek looking to that light.
I can- I for all your geese
not even see the door or if Emory has stayed behind. The bed for the cow fertile
vast. Went to sleep, my body melting into it. remember once
I at Easter, and the
after Charlie and stopped talking we could hear flies buzzing
I foundations of new
in their black across a room, and remember once, one night in
I houses to be strong
the open turned to say goodnight to Charlie who was about ten
I
and firmly set
yards away and there was the moon balanced perfect on his nose.
andlet me hear
Men!
Two men!
Men! The only animal in the world to fear!
They hesitate.
We hesitate.
They have a gun.
We have no gun.
Then we all advance, to meet.
What he carrying?
is
Something yellow.
A deer?
It is a mountain lion,
A long, long slim cat, yellow like a lioness,
Dead.
Hermoso es!
And I think in this empty world there was room for me and a
mountain lion.
The Diver
W. W. E. Ross
In Goodridge, Alberta
the most important social events
have been the golden wedding anniversaries of the residents.
There have been a Garden Club, a Junior Grain Club, and a Credit Union,
and there have been farewell parties,
well attended in spite of the blizzards.
And he
a little charleychaplin man
who may or may not catch
her fair eternal form
spreadeagled in the empty air
of existence
and caught the light as waves that catch the sun. and a long week
The salt upon the panes, the grains of sand for three hundred bucks of meat.'
that crunched beneath her heel
her father's voice. "Marina!" — all these broke That and thedull dead eyes
her trembling edifice. The needle shook and the empty meadows.
lemon color its all a marage it humans; rather it's humans who pose prob-
lems for animals." With the poems "Mountain
was decreed what color things
Lion" and/or "Wild Horses" in mind, discuss
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your flower-tufts
thick on the branch
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in
Rhodes over two thousand years ago. There has
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pronounce it. The poem's message springs not only
from the meaning of the words but also from its
arrangement of words or letters, which make a pic-
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of where we take shape in the dark air
this object bares its image awakening
ripples of recognition that will
brush darkness up into light
even after this bird this hour both drift by atop the perfect sad instant now
already passing out of sight
toward yet-untroubled reflection
this image bears its object darkening
into memorial shades Scattered bits-oi—
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Anonymous
In Memoriam: Ingvald Bjorndal and His Comrade
Malcolm Lowry The body
is that
somewhere in the North Atlantic and sent to
(Translation of a letter written
the Government of Canada by Inspector Ovide Hubert of Cap-aux-Meules, of a muscular
Magdalen Islands. The letter was written in Norwegian and had been
well-developed
found in a bottle by the sea near TEtang du Nord by Hubert Duclos, a
fisherman, on November 25, 1940. The letter was addressed to Lovise and well-nourished
Stigen, Kalandeendet [?] Fana.) adult
Caucasian male
While we sail and laugh, joke and fight, comes death measuring seventy-two
And it is the end. A man toils on board; and a half
His life drifts away like a puff of breath:
inches
Who will know his dreams now when the sea roared? and weighing approximately
I loved you, my dear, but now I am dead, one hundred
So take somebody else and forget me. and seventy
My brothers, I was foolish, as you said:
pounds.
So are most who place their fate in the sea.
Many tears have you shed for me in vain.
Take my have come
pay, Mother, Father, I
anytime. For the past few years Birney has been Pro- around him galvanic they dance
fessor of English at the University of British Colum- it is merely to wear, wear
bia, where he has instituted the Department of from his shaggy body the tranced
Creative Writing.
wish forever to stay
The major themes of Birney's work often deal with only an ambling bear
a criticism of contemporary society and the contrast four-footed in berries.
of people's aims and their achievements. These
themes appear in both traditional and experimental It is no more joyous for them
forms. He handles traditional forms like lyrics and in this hot dust toprance
narratives with great skill —witness the verbal
out of reach of the praying claws
magic of such beloved classics as "Bear on the
sharpened to paw for ants
Delhi Road" and "David." Lately, however, it
in the shadows of deodars.
appears that Birney's creative emphasis has been
It is not easy to free
on a more experimental form of verse. Perhaps he
feels that for the purpose of expressing certain myth from reality
breached walls the light of the town was less than its glow.
the untouchable Sun sliding from Again in chrysalis folded
skyblue into the chill broken flesh they must go lonely
of our lifedrop warming freeing the drowsy back through ghosts
silence of jays and firtops sending a the wind starts from the waiting snow.
heather of wind over unfolding asters and
eaglets ruffling the moated lake to a green
soul and rolling once more the upraised sacrifice
of our world into the sword of Its PRESENCE
The Warning 89
Daybreak on Lake Opal: High Rockies 146
The Bear on the Delhi Road 145 CUMMINGS, e.e. American (1894-1962)
Winter Saturday 146 nobody loses all the time 95
BISHOP, Elizabeth American (1911- )
anyone lived in a pretty how town 127
Porphyria's Lover 77
This is a Poem 144
BURFORD, William American (1927- )
DYLAN, Bob American (1941- )
149
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In Flanders Fields 1 1 R
McFARLAND, Cathleen Canadian (1964- ) RANDALL, Dudley American (1914- )
Crucifixion 73 S
ONDAATJE, Michael Canadian (1939- ) SAINTE-MARIE, Buffy Canadian (1939- )
At the Cedars 80
PAGE, P.K. Canadian (1916- )
Bonny Dundee 42
PATCHEN, Kenneth American (1911-1972)
Border March 41
The Fox 112
Hunting Song 41
PATERSON, A.B. Australian (1864-1941)
SERVICE, Robert Canadian (1874-1958)
Waltzing Matilda 47
Comfort 67
POE, Edgar Allan American (1809-1849) Kathleen 65
Annabel Lee 103 The Shooting of Dan McGrew 62
The Raven 78 SHAKESPEARE, William English (1564-1616)
POPE, Alexander English (1688-1744) Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day 104
Ode on Solitude 120
Heather Ale 46 Y
SUKNASKI, Andrew Canadian (1942- ) YEATS, William Butler Irish (1865-1939)
Lanterns 127 When You Are Old 107
SWIFT, Jonathan Irish (1667-1745) Z
A Satirical Elegy on the Death of a Late
ZIEROTH, Dale Canadian (1946- )
Famous General 1 1
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UPDIKE, John American (1932- )
Mirror 142
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Index of First Lines He's five foot two and he's six feet four, 54
He stood, a point 84
He, who navigated with success 83
His Grace! impossible! what, dead! 1 1
A bird came down the walk: 1 1
Bound lion, almost blind from meeting their gaze In the first evenings 105
and popcorn 22 In the town of Lunenburg down Nova Scotia way, 59
I remember a fellow named Louie 90
I sat next the Duchess at tea. 9
Climbing through the January snow, into the
Is it my clothes, my way of walking, 83
Lobo Canyon 130
It little profits that an idle king, 70
Come all you bold Canadians, I'd have you lend an ear 38
I touch 89
Come gather 'round people 54
It took the sea a thousand years, 110
Constantly risking absurdity 133
IT USED TO BE 142
D It was in and about the Martinmas time, 31
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Unreal, tail as a myth 145
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Waiter! . . . there's an alligator in my coffee. 96
Waken, lords and ladies gay! 41
Wee, sleekit, cowrin', tim'rous beastie, 119
well boss i met 94
What am doing here I 13
What of this fabulous country 16
When am dead, hope may be said:
I I it 92
When go away from you
I 102
When heard the learn'd astronomer,
I 23
When see birches bend to left and right
I 25
When we moved here, twelve years ago, 99
When you are old and gray and full of sleep, 107
When you look kool uoy nehW 142
"Where have you been all the day, Randall,
my son? 32
Whether it's just a gag or the old geezer's 98
While we sail and laugh, joke and fight,
comes death 144
Who is that in the tall grasses singing 105
With Annie gone, 103
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At Seventeen 14
Inevitability 88
At the Cedars 80
In Flanders Fields 1 1
A Vagabond Song 113
In Memoriam: Ingvald Bjorndal and His Comrade 144
B In the Street 1 1
Invictus 19
Ballad of Birmingham 53
Barbara Allan 31 I remember a fellow named Louie ... 90
Border March 41
Crucifixion 73 K
D Kathleen 65
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Fire and Ice 25 Memory 105
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Modern Ode to the Modern School 1 18 The Blue Heron 113
Mountain Lion 130 The Circle Game 107
Psyche with the Candle 103 The Times They Are A-Changin' 54
The Top Hat 98
The Universal Soldier 54
Remember 107 The Unquiet Grave 28
Riel 71 The Warning 89
Riverdale Lion 22 The Wife of Usher's Well 30
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Velvet Shoes 114
Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) 75
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Waiter! . . . There's an Alligator in My Coffee 96
Waltzing Matilda 47
When Heard the Learn'd Astronomer
I 23
When You Are Old 107
Whiskey in the Jar 36
Wild Horses 134
Wild Swans 118
Winter Saturday 146
Wit 92
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