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Related: Culture Forums, Support ForumsDoes anyone really like Wordsworth's poems? I got turned off by some had to read in HS
50 Shades Of Blue
(10,011 posts)don't know if I'd still have the same reaction.
I still quote "My heart leaps up when I behold a rainbow in the sky" whenever I see a rainbow!
Wolf Frankula
(3,601 posts)Wordswords.
Wolf
ProudLib72
(17,984 posts)And Yeats is HORRIBLE!!!
Arthur Rimbaud for me!
I no longer felt myself guided by haulers:
Yelping redskins had taken them as targets
And had nailed them naked to colored stakes.
I was indifferent to all crews,
The bearer of Flemish wheat or English cottons
When with my haulers this uproar stopped
The Rivers let me go where I wanted.
Into the furious lashing of the tides
More heedless than children's brains the other winter
I ran! And loosened Peninsulas
Have not undergone a more triumphant hubbub
The storm blessed my sea vigils
Lighter than a cork I danced on the waves
That are called eternal rollers of victims,
Ten nights, without missing the stupid eye of the lighthouses!
More of The Drunken Boat: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/55036/the-drunken-boat
TrogL
(32,822 posts)ProudLib72
(17,984 posts)Last edited Mon Apr 22, 2019, 12:47 AM - Edit history (1)
Getting testosterone injections so he could boink a woman less than half his age...meh, not my cup of tea. Neither is the fact that he was from a wealthy Protestant family and could afford to take trips to the countryside and enjoy himself writing doggerel like:
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
Now if you want to read real Irish poetry, read Patrick Kavanagh: https://www.poemhunter.com/patrick-kavanagh/
Edit: Sorry about the diatribe. I have a master's in Irish Studies with a concentration on literature. I get worked up over Yeats.
Kaleva
(36,312 posts)I have to tilt my head back a bit when reading in able to use the lower part of my bifocals. When I look straight at something close up, things get blurry but more interesting.
ailsagirl
(22,897 posts)Therefore let the moon
Shine on thee in thy solitary walk;
And let the misty mountain-winds be free
To blow against thee: and, in after years,
When these wild ecstasies shall be matured
Into a sober pleasure; when thy mind
Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms,
Thy memory be as a dwelling-place
For all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh! then,
If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief,
Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts
Of tender joy wilt thou remember me,
And these my exhortations!
Harker
(14,024 posts)what are a poet's words worth?