Modern American Poetry

Carl Sandberg

*Jurgis dropping a hamburger on the sand in front of Dod*

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Much of poetry focused on Chicago. Celebrate American working people – “simple poems for simple people”

Jurgis losing hamburger in sand, gets lost in fog
Carl Sandberg, 2 poems: Chicago and Fog

hog, wheat, railroad, stormy, [husky, brawling,] big shoulders, painted women, gunman killing, wanton hunger, smoke, laughing
“Chicago” Sandberg

HOG Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation’s Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders:
“Chicago” Sandberg

THE fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
“The Fog”

Walrus Steve goes with Olaf to get ice cream, gets chased by blackbirds
Wallace Stevens, 3 poems: “The Snow Man,” “Emperor of Ice Cream,” “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird”

The Snow Man
frozen brain, frosted Bough, snowy pine, Juniper (jumprope), Spruce (Spice), January sound of land, nothing

Wallace Stevens

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

Wallace Stevens

“The Snow Man”

The Emperor of Ice Cream
cigars, muscled man whipping, kitchen cups, wenches in dresses, newspaper boys with flowers, emperor of ice cream, dresser, three glass knobs, fantails, horny feet, cold and dumb, lamp

Wallace Stevens

Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys

Bring flowers in last month’s newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

The Emperor of Ice Cream

Wallace Stevens

anything with “blackbird” in it
“Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird”

Wallace Stevens

red ??, containing springs, used as hearse (containing Icarus) pulled on tracks, by an ass model
William Carlos Williams: “Spring and all” “red wheelbarrow” “landscape with the fall of Icarus” “Aspodel, that greeny flower” “Tract”

William Carlos Williams
?? — he was “local” and simple, plain. Rejected Euro influences. Between WW1 and WW2. “No ideas but in things” — try to see through ordinary eyes, no poetic allusion

jump on spring, get on road to zombie hospital, blue clouds, broad muddy fields, weeds, water and standing tall trees, red, purple fork, lifeless, slugs, naked, cold, grass, wildcarrot, leaf, stark dignity, begin to awaken
“Spring and All”

William Carlos Williams

By the road to the contagious hospital
under the surge of the blue
mottled clouds driven from the
northeast-a cold wind. Beyond, the
waste of broad, muddy fields
brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen
patches of standing water
the scattering of tall trees
All along the road the reddish
purplish, forked, upstanding, twiggy
stuff of bushes and small trees
with dead, brown leaves under them
leafless vines-
Lifeless in appearance, sluggish
dazed spring approaches-
They enter the new world naked,
cold, uncertain of all
save that they enter. All about them
the cold, familiar wind-
Now the grass, tomorrow
the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf
One by one objects are defined-
It quickens: clarity, outline of leaf
But now the stark dignity of
entrance-Still, the profound change
has come upon them: rooted, they
grip down and begin to awaken
“Spring and All”

William Carlos Williams

wheelbarrow, glazed with rain, chickens
Red Wheelbarrow

William Carlos Williams

Brueghel (brooding bagel), Icarus fell, Icarus drowning
“landscape with the fall of Icarus”

William Carlos Williams

ass model, like a buttercup, I come to sing to you, a life filled with flowers. Flowers also in hell
Aspodel, that greeny flower

William Carlos Williams

Of asphodel, that greeny flower,
like a buttercup
upon its branching stem-
save that it’s green and wooden-
I come, my sweet,
to sing to you.
We lived long together
a life filled,
if you will,
with flowers. So that
I was cheered
when I came first to know
that there were flowers also
in hell.
William Carlos Williams

teach townsppl funeral, tropp of artists, hearse (funeral car), For Christ’s sake not black — let it be weathered, like a farm wagon

William Carlos Williams

Frosty the snowman knocks down a wall by mowing near by, meets neighbor who melts him by design, and he turns into a pool.
Robert Frost: Mending wall, mowing, design, meeting and passing, spring pools

“Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,” (frozen ground swells under it, top boulders spill in sun, gap is made) neighbor beyond hill keeps creating wall between us — he is all pine and I’m apple orchard. “good fences make good neighbors”
“Mending Wall”

Robert Frost

never sound but one, whispering scythe, heat of sun, no idle dream, no gold, scared green snake

Robert Frost

fat, white dimpled spider, healing all flower, moth like satin cloth, death, witch’s broth, snow-drop spider, flower all white, “What but design of darkness to appall? If design govern in a thing so small.”

Robert Frost

(big white spider on white flower ready to eat a white moth; why are they all white? was there a design to all this?)

went down hill, leaned on gate, we met. footprints on summer dust, your parasol, something there to smile at in the dust.
“Meeting and passing”

Robert Frost

pool that reflects the sky, but will be sucked up by trees (To blot out and drink up and sweep away)
“Spring Pools”

Robert Frost

Ezra (PLL) sings the cantos with Hugh and a mob (how green was my valley), but then falls into a lake, gets saved by river merchant, and dropped off at the metro station
Ezra Pound: “The cantos” “Hugh Selwyn Mauberley” “The Lake Isle” “The River Merchant’s Wife” “in a station of the metro”

Ezra Pound
“imagism” — rather than describe sth and generalize, present obj directly avoiding complexity and ornateness. Even smooth grammar wasn’t good, so fragments. Interested in East Asian stuff (had yellow fever basically)

The Cantos
Ezra pound

Super long work (he couldn’t let go of the idea that great poetry is very long). Has Chinese characters, geography all over the place

Hugh Selwyn Mauberley
2 alter egos, EP and Mauberley. WWI and its effects on literary world

Ezra Pound

Imagine Hugh trying to resuscitate dead art (poetry). But nope, it was all wrong because he was born in a half savage country and tries to get lilies from stumpy, ugly acorns.

bowl cut, pulling flowers at front gate, bamboo, horse, mingling dust, monkeys (at fourteen, at fifteen, okay now I’m old you piece of sheeeet COME BACK)
The River Merchant’s Wife

Ezra Pound

ghost faces in crowd, petals on black Bough…all at the metro station
In a station of the metro

Ezra Pound

O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves, give me a little tobacco shop…anything instead of writing, which requires brains all the dam time!
“The Lake Isle”

Ezra Pound, mild parody of W.B. Yeats’ “The lake Isle of Innisfree”

Imagist poetry

I’m watching an HD TV in Costco, when it turns “Oh red!!” and suddenly someone screams “Helen!” and I turn around and the wind knocks down the TV and hits me and I see purple stars over my head.

whirling sea, great pines splashed on rocks, hurling green, fur pool
Oread, H.D.

All Greece hates, white face, white hands. All Greece reviles
Helen, H.D.

never more wind, rain cherish, snow melted, you’re like a bird that’s flown out of our hand, our heart’s light gone
Never More Will the Wind, H.D.

stars wheel, not so rare or glorious as other stars…but disenchanted, cold, imperious face, your star, steel-set = keeps lone and frigid tryst for ships
Stars wheel in purple, H.D.

Marianne Moore
modernist, stated that although poetry departed from real world, recreated that world w/in its forms… “Imaginary garden w/ real toads”

Her lines are regular — counted by syllables not stress

“I, too, dislike it.” fiddle, holding hands, dilated eyes, hair raised, upside down bat, elephants, wild horse, poets as “literalists of the imagination” “imaginary garden with real toads”
Poetry, Marianne Moore

TS Eliot
Modernist, new historicist

Tradition and the Individual Talent
TS Eliot

Basically says that in order to appreciate the poem fully, you need to perceive tradition. Tradition is not a “timid adherence” but understanding it as a thing of both past and present. “No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone…You cannot value him alone; you must set him, for contrast and comparison, among the dead.”

*New Historicism*

Let’s go, you and I, evening spread out on sky, like etherised patient on table, half-deserted streets, one-night cheap hotels, sawdust restaurants with oyster shells, turtles arguing, don’t ask “What is it?” Let’s just go visit. yellow fog, yellow smoke. Women coming and going, talking of Michelangelo.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

TS Eliot

April, cruel –> grow lilacs in dead land. Winter = warm. Cousin and sled “Marie!” What trees or roots grow from this dead land? Unreal city. Burnished throne, Albert and Lil (teeth, Lil, you looking oolldd girl). Sweet Thames, run softly
The Waste Land

TS Eliot

dead land, cactus land, no eyes in valley of dying stars, prickly pear, between __&__ “falls the shadow”. This is the world ends, not with a bang but with a whimper
Hollow Men

TS Eliot

cold, deep paths, sharp weather, very dead of winter. We regretted summer palaces. Then came to valley, came to tavern. “Were we led all that way for birth or death?”
Journey of the Magi

TS Eliot

Time present, time past, present in time future. If all time is eternally present all time is nonredeemable.
Burnt Nation (part of Four Quartets)

TS Eliot

Eliot (Vance Smith) thinks he goes back to tradition; he’s in a frock speaking to Alfred Hitchcock, on a camel to see Jesus, but instead he comes upon a burnt nation and sees hollow men walking around like zombies.
TS Eliot: he’s a new historicist, wrote: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, The Waste Land, Hollow Men, Journey of the Magi, Burnt Nation

salesman stinks, jennelman, lonjewray, condoms, snakeoil, superfluous hair, subhuman rights
“a salesman is an it that stinks Excuse ”

ee cummings

ee cummings
he also wrote some plays, and his most famous one was about santa claus.

his poetry is distinguished by it being experimental; he played around with capitalization, punctuation, hyphenation, etc. Poems should be read aloud rather than read (“lonjewray”)

robinson jeffers
believed man is inherently flawed while in civilization and thus must flee to nature. most of his poetry is about ranch isolated in california.

robinhood rides on roan stallion, with a hurt hawk on his shoulder, leap over stone-cutters to a shining, perishing castle (republic)

Humanity is the start of the race; I say / Humanity is the mold to break away from, the crust to break through, the coal to break into fire / The atom to be split
roan stallion

robinson jeffers

While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire / and protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and sighs out and the mass hardens
shine, perishing republic

robinson jeffers

Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you fore-defeated
Challengers of oblivion
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman letters
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly:
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth dies, the brave sun
Die blind, his heart blackening:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained thoughts found
The honey peace in old poems.
to the stone-cutters

robinson jeffers

The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder,
The wing trails like a banner in defeat,
No more to use the sky forever but live with famine
And pain a few days: cat nor coyote
Will shorten the week of waiting for death, there is game without talons.

You do not know him, you communal people, or you have forgotten him;
Intemperate and savage, the hawk remembers him;
Beautiful and wild, the hawks, and men that are dying, remember him.

I’d sooner, except the penalties, kill a man than a hawk; but the great redtail
Had nothing left but unable misery

hurt hawks

robinson jeffers

Amy Lowell
Imagist poet

I walk down the garden paths,
And all the daffodils
Are blowing, and the bright blue squills.
I walk down the patterned garden paths
In my stiff, brocaded gown.
With my powdered hair and jewelled fan,
I too am a rare
Pattern. As I wander down
The garden paths.

Amy Lowell

If I could catch the green lantern of the firefly
I could see to write you a letter.
A Lover

Amy Lowell

Greatly shining,
The Autumn moon floats in the thin sky;
And the fish-ponds shake their back and
flash their dragon scales
As she passes over them
Wind and Silver

Amy Lowell

HERE I am, an old man in a dry month,
Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain.
I was neither at the hot gates
Nor fought in the warm rain
Nor knee deep in the salt marsh, heaving a cutlass,
Bitten by flies, fought.
My house is a decayed house,
And the jew squats on the window sill, the owner,
Spawned in some estaminet of Antwerp,
Blistered in Brussels, patched and peeled in London. The goat coughs at night in the field overhead;
Rocks, moss, stonecrop, iron, merds.
The woman keeps the kitchen, makes tea,
Sneezes at evening, poking the peevish gutter.

I an old man,
A dull head among windy spaces.


TS Eliot


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