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Discovering poetry

Post by Rum » Thu Jun 30, 2011 7:18 am

I have not been a great fan of poetry, mainly because of the pages and pages we were forced to memorise when I was at school. Torture of that kind does not make you fond of the instrument of pain you are being subjected to! However over the last year or so I have rediscovered it. WH Auden is one of Christopher Hitchen's favourite poets and with that as a recommendation I have read quite a lot of his poems this last few months. Here's one that sort of fits here. It is called After Reading a Child's Guide to Modern Physics.

If all a top physicist knows
About the Truth be true,
Then, for all the so-and-so’s,
Futility and grime,
Our common world contains,
We have a better time
Than the Greater Nebulae do,
Or the atoms in our brains.

Marriage is rarely bliss
But, surely it would be worse
As particles to pelt
At thousands of miles per sec
About a universe
Wherein a lover’s kiss
Would either not be felt
Or break the loved one’s neck.

Though the face at which I stare
While shaving it be cruel
For, year after year, it repels
An ageing suitor, it has,
Thank God, sufficient mass
To be altogether there,
Not an indeterminate gruel
Which is partly somewhere else.

Our eyes prefer to suppose
That a habitable place
Has a geocentric view,
That architects enclose
A quiet Euclidian space:
Exploded myths – but who
Could feel at home astraddle
An ever expanding saddle?

This passion of our kind
For the process of finding out
Is a fact one can hardly doubt,
But I would rejoice in it more
If I knew more clearly what
We wanted the knowledge for,
Felt certain still that the mind
Is free to know or not.

It has chosen once, it seems,
And whether our concern
For magnitude’s extremes
Really become a creature
Who comes in a median size,
Or politicizing Nature
Be altogether wise,
Is something we shall learn.

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Re: Discovering poetry

Post by Brian Peacock » Wed Aug 05, 2020 8:25 pm

The Price of Experience

What is the price of Experience? Do men buy it for a song?
Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No it is bought with the price
Of all that man hath, his house, his wife, his children.
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy
And in the wither'd field where the farmer plows for bread in vain.

It is an easy thing to triumph in the summer's sun
And in the vintage and to sing on the waggon loaded with corn.
It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted,
To speak the laws of prudence to the homeless wanderer
To listen to the hungry raven's cry in wintry season
When the red blood is fill'd with wine and with the marrow of lambs.

It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements
To hear the dog howl at the wintry door, the ox in the slaughter house moan;
To see a god on every wind and a blessing on every blast
To hear sounds of love in the thunder storm that destroys our enemies' house;
To rejoice in the blight that covers his field, and the sickness that cuts off his children,

While our olive and vine sing and laugh round our door, and our children bring fruits and flowers
Then the groan and the dolor are quite forgotten, and the slave grinding at the mill
And the captive in chains and the poor in the prison and the soldier in the field
When the shatter'd bone hath laid him groaning among the happier dead

It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity;
Thus could I sing and thus rejoice: but it is not so with me

-- William Blake, 1797
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Re: Discovering poetry

Post by Sean Hayden » Thu Aug 06, 2020 6:14 am

It's funny to read now that Rum wasn't into poetry, I probably just would have assumed he was.

Is the Blake piece a typical "discovering poetry" opener? :hehe: --it's powerful, and yet how many of us can really say we've ever
sang on the waggon loaded with corn? --in good times :biggrin:
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Post by pErvinalia » Thu Aug 06, 2020 6:32 am

I've sang with a flagon loaded with porn..
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