Sunday, February 26, 2012

Pick a Poet! (Due Friday, March 2nd)

In class, you will pick one of the poets below.  This week. you should begin researching your poet's life at the following website:

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/

Write one or two interesting facts about your poet on the blog this week!

William Carlos Willams 
Pablo Neruda 
Langston Hughes 
Shel Silverstein 
Robert Frost 
Walt Whitman 
Lewis Carroll 
Emily Dickinson 
William Blake 
Gwendolyn Brooks 
Billy Collins 
Edgar Allen Poe
Raymond Carver 
Ernest Thayer 
e.e. cummings 
Seamus Heany 
William Butler Yeats 
Charles Wright
Gregory Orr 

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Who is your favorite poet or musician and why? (Due Friday, February 24th!)


A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep. - Salman Rushdie
 

Who is your favorite poet and why?  What are some of your favorite poems by that poet?  If you don't have a favorite poet or haven't read much poetry, then write about your favorite band or artist.  What are some lyrics they have written that you liked?  Why?  If you can include a specific poem or lyrics, then that's great!  REMEMBER: Your response must be a fully-developed, 5-sentence paragraph.  Below is an example response.


This is a tough question for me.  There are so many poets I love: Pablo Neruda, Emily Dickinson, Mary Oliver, Billy Collins... the list goes on and on.  I think my absolute favorite all-time poet, if I have to pick, is William Carlos Williams.  He is known for his short poems, which he wrote on prescription pads when he was a doctor. Though many of his poems are short, they contain touching and true reflections of the human condition.  He also wrote many poems which were musings about artwork.  I especially love the poem called "Landscape with the Fall of Icarus" about a Brueghel painting because it emphasizes the everyday world not as backdrop, but as even more important than the fall of a hero:



According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was spring

a farmer was ploughing
his field
the whole pageantry

of the year was
awake tingling
with itself

sweating in the sun
that melted
the wings' wax

unsignificantly
off the coast
there was

a splash quite unnoticed
this was
Icarus drowning