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Week 2 poems

Poem 1

William Carlos Williams: THIS IS JUST TO SAY

1934

I have eaten

the plums

that were in

the icebox

and which

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you were probably

saving

for breakfast

Forgive me

they were delicious

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so sweet

and so cold

Poem 2

Gwendolyn Brooks: WE REAL COOL

1960

  The Pool Players.

  Seven at the Golden Shovel.

We real cool. We

Left school. We

Lurk late. We

Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We

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Thin gin. We

Jazz June.

We Die soon.

Poem 3

Wallace Stevens: ANECDOTE OF THE JAR

1923

I placed a jar in Tennessee,

And round it was, upon a hill.

It made the slovenly wilderness

Surround that hill.

The wilderness rose up to it,

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And sprawled around, no longer wild.

The jar was round upon the ground

And tall and of a port in air.

It took dominion everywhere.

The jar was gray and bare.

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It did not give of bird or bush,

Like nothing else in Tennessee.

Poem 4

Archibald MacLeish: ARS POETICA

1926

A poem should be palpable and mute

As a globed fruit,

Dumb

As old medallions to the thumb,

Silent as the sleeve-worn stone

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Of casement ledges where the moss has grown—

A poem should be wordless

As the flight of birds.

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A poem should be motionless in time

As the moon climbs,

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Leaving, as the moon releases

Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,

Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,

Memory by memory the mind—

A poem should be motionless in time

As the moon climbs.

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A poem should be equal to:

Not true.

For all the history of grief

An empty doorway and a maple leaf.

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For love

The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea—

A poem should not mean

But be.

Poem 5

E. E. Cummings: SOMEWHERE I HAVE NEVER TRAVELLED, GLADLY BEYOND

1931

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

any experience, your eyes have their silence:

in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,

or which i cannot touch because they are too near

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your slightest look easily will unclose me

though i have closed myself as fingers,

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

(touching skilfully, mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and

my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,

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as when the heart of this flower imagines

the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals

the power of your intense fragility:whose texture

compels me with the colour of its countries,

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rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes

and opens;only something in me understands

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

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Poem 6

Robert Herrick: TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME

1648

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,

  Old Time is still a-flying;

And this same flower that smiles today,

  Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,

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  The higher he’s a-getting,

The sooner will his race be run,

  And nearer he’s to setting.

That age is best which is the first,

  When youth and blood are warmer;

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But being spent, the worse, and worst

  Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,

  And while ye may, go marry;

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For having lost but once your prime,

Poem 7

Christopher Marlowe: THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE

1600

Come live with me and be my love,

And we will all the pleasures prove

That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,

Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,

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Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,

By shallow rivers to whose falls

Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses

And a thousand fragrant posies,

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A cap of flowers, and a kirtle

Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool

Which from our pretty lambs we pull;

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Fair lined slippers for the cold,

With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,

With coral clasps and amber studs:

And if these pleasures may thee move,

Come live with me, and be my love.

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The shepherds’ swains shall dance and sing

For thy delight each May morning:

If these delights thy mind may move,

Then live with me and be my love.