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contrariwise) wrote2023-04-17 09:20 pm
contrariwise) wrote2023-04-17 09:20 pm
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Mark Strand insomnia poem: https://hocopolitso.org/2020/11/14/poetry-moment-mark-strand-was-feeling-anxious/
Ogden Nash: https://www.best-poems.net/ogden_nash/i_do_i_will_i_have.html "marriage is a legal and religious alliance entered
into by a man who can't sleep with the window shut and a
woman who can't sleep with the window open."
W.H. Auden, The More Loving One
https://poets.org/poem/more-loving-one
Thomas Lux, early collections:
Memory's handgrenade. Cambridge, Mass.: Pym-Randall. 1972. (Can't find)
https://www.pshares.org/issues/winter-1972/rev-memorys-handgrenade-thomas-lux
The White and Gray Matters
Your New Gloves
Sleeping on the Roof
How to Cure Your Fever
How to Find Love
If You See This Man
The Handkerchief Trick
The Midnight Tennis Match
The Cave or the Mine
My Malaria
Dear Mogul
Five Men I Know
The Gas Station
Metals & Alloys
The Day of the Lacuna
The Museum
Ten Notes to M
Six Stanzas from a Dream
A Farrago of Birds
Invitation to the Seeress
The glassblower's breath. Cleveland, Ohio: Cleveland State University Poetry Center. 1976.
Every Ventricle: "I stay in bed / every morning until I've had at least / three to four bad dreams, I'm glad / to remember the past and more."
Thomas Lux (after Attila József, a Hungarian poet - is this referencing a poem of his?) "even though you know nothing about poetry, I love you"
Working Title: "There must be a better way: work, excessive woe and rue, and in sleep no dulling of it..."
Ecstasy Notebook (tl;dr)
Lament City
History and Abstraction
Wherever: "Somehow, though, something doesn't ache like a live tree doesn't ache strung with barbed-wire standing in a pasture spring after spring, taking the wire closer..."
The Body Dissolves
This is a Poem for the Fathers: "The main idea is to keep our flesh over our bones and to listen occasionally to our bodies" "Look at it this way: Nobody's happy. Nobody. But that's not the point."
Poem for Visible Survivors
Poem Considering a Future: "it's the same, always, two people going in opposite directions board separate trains and invent, sadly, algebra"
Longitude and Latitude Hart Crane
This Disappearance
You've Heard of Dawn
Morning Poem
There Are Many Things That Please Me
Utterly: "I have died so little today, friend, forgive me" "no one to drink with, especially in the mornings, which are the longest"
No Possibility of Articulation: "pain that's gone so deep and spread so evenly that it becomes only a faint hum"
Bare Inhalations
Green Prose
Next Image
Three Ambrosia Fragments
Alaska Is Your Livingroom "I'm just a dumb man trying to be articulate. The rest of you are articulate men trying to be dumb."
Poem to My Creditors
Five Couplets Plus
Sleep
General Apology: "Don't blame me / I just work here / on this sad green orb. Like everyone else / I stand in line / for my daily bowl / of swill, my tall glass / of swampwater. There's never / more than one arrow in my quiver / either. I just work here / and wake up here. / Don't blame me."
Letter from Zanzibar (Love poems start here)
Madrigal on the Way Home
Opuscules
Aubade Aubade
Your Tender Message
The Livid Versus Silk
A Sudden Hue
Name the Island
Slim Dance, Slimmer Song
Our Kisses Being Durable
Almost Dancing (this one's long)
Louise Gluck wrote two poems called Solstice decades apart and I am furious:
from Firstborn (Part III: Cottonmouth Country): “Solstice” pairs place and time, whipping at the end from summer to winter’s icy sting
And the poem itself
June's edge. The sun
Turns kind. Birds wallow in the sob of pure air,
Crated from the coast...Un-
real. Unreal. I see the cure
Dissolving on the screen. Outside, dozing
In its sty, the neighbor's offspring
Sucks its stuffed monster, given
Time. And now the end begins:
Packaged words. He purrs his need again.
The rest is empty. Stoned, stone-
blind she totters to the lock
Through webs of diapers. It is Christmas on the clock,
A year's precise,
Terrible ascent, climaxed in ice.
Ogden Nash: https://www.best-poems.net/ogden_nash/i_do_i_will_i_have.html "marriage is a legal and religious alliance entered
into by a man who can't sleep with the window shut and a
woman who can't sleep with the window open."
W.H. Auden, The More Loving One
https://poets.org/poem/more-loving-one
Thomas Lux, early collections:
Memory's handgrenade. Cambridge, Mass.: Pym-Randall. 1972. (Can't find)
https://www.pshares.org/issues/winter-1972/rev-memorys-handgrenade-thomas-lux
The White and Gray Matters
Your New Gloves
Sleeping on the Roof
How to Cure Your Fever
How to Find Love
If You See This Man
The Handkerchief Trick
The Midnight Tennis Match
The Cave or the Mine
My Malaria
Dear Mogul
Five Men I Know
The Gas Station
Metals & Alloys
The Day of the Lacuna
The Museum
Ten Notes to M
Six Stanzas from a Dream
A Farrago of Birds
Invitation to the Seeress
The glassblower's breath. Cleveland, Ohio: Cleveland State University Poetry Center. 1976.
Every Ventricle: "I stay in bed / every morning until I've had at least / three to four bad dreams, I'm glad / to remember the past and more."
Thomas Lux (after Attila József, a Hungarian poet - is this referencing a poem of his?) "even though you know nothing about poetry, I love you"
Working Title: "There must be a better way: work, excessive woe and rue, and in sleep no dulling of it..."
Ecstasy Notebook (tl;dr)
Lament City
History and Abstraction
Wherever: "Somehow, though, something doesn't ache like a live tree doesn't ache strung with barbed-wire standing in a pasture spring after spring, taking the wire closer..."
The Body Dissolves
This is a Poem for the Fathers: "The main idea is to keep our flesh over our bones and to listen occasionally to our bodies" "Look at it this way: Nobody's happy. Nobody. But that's not the point."
Poem for Visible Survivors
Poem Considering a Future: "it's the same, always, two people going in opposite directions board separate trains and invent, sadly, algebra"
Longitude and Latitude Hart Crane
This Disappearance
You've Heard of Dawn
Morning Poem
There Are Many Things That Please Me
Utterly: "I have died so little today, friend, forgive me" "no one to drink with, especially in the mornings, which are the longest"
No Possibility of Articulation: "pain that's gone so deep and spread so evenly that it becomes only a faint hum"
Bare Inhalations
Green Prose
Next Image
Three Ambrosia Fragments
Alaska Is Your Livingroom "I'm just a dumb man trying to be articulate. The rest of you are articulate men trying to be dumb."
Poem to My Creditors
Five Couplets Plus
Sleep
General Apology: "Don't blame me / I just work here / on this sad green orb. Like everyone else / I stand in line / for my daily bowl / of swill, my tall glass / of swampwater. There's never / more than one arrow in my quiver / either. I just work here / and wake up here. / Don't blame me."
Letter from Zanzibar (Love poems start here)
Madrigal on the Way Home
Opuscules
Aubade Aubade
Your Tender Message
The Livid Versus Silk
A Sudden Hue
Name the Island
Slim Dance, Slimmer Song
Our Kisses Being Durable
Almost Dancing (this one's long)
Louise Gluck wrote two poems called Solstice decades apart and I am furious:
from Firstborn (Part III: Cottonmouth Country): “Solstice” pairs place and time, whipping at the end from summer to winter’s icy sting
And the poem itself
June's edge. The sun
Turns kind. Birds wallow in the sob of pure air,
Crated from the coast...Un-
real. Unreal. I see the cure
Dissolving on the screen. Outside, dozing
In its sty, the neighbor's offspring
Sucks its stuffed monster, given
Time. And now the end begins:
Packaged words. He purrs his need again.
The rest is empty. Stoned, stone-
blind she totters to the lock
Through webs of diapers. It is Christmas on the clock,
A year's precise,
Terrible ascent, climaxed in ice.
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ULTIMA THULE
First Line: All whom I love, all neighbors
Last Line: From the cold salt sea
Very promising!
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I think her later solstice poem is much better.
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https://archive.org/details/thinkingheart0000jose/page/22/mode/2up
Very apt but I think it would take a lot to make Dorcas share it. She's still being subtle now.
The opposite poem, Lost hold, seems to be about memory/holding onto an important idea and would interest her a lot.
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Sea pinks are also mentioned in John Betjeman's poem A Bay In Angelsey, but that's a pretty but not super meaningful description of the view on a hike, published 1966 in High and Low. (Betjeman was however UK poet laureate 1972-1984)
(More on Betjeman: "Betjeman died in Trebetherick on 19 May, 1984. He had a lifelong love of Cornwall and in particular North Cornwall. There are many beautiful evocations of the Cornish landscape to be found in his poetry such as: Cornish Cliffs, By the Ninth Green, St Enodoc, Tregardock and Old Friends." Dorcas would certainly know of and to at least some extent appreciate him - Cornish Cliffs was also in High and Low.)
Lost hold itself reminds me more of maggie and molly and millie and may by ee cummings.