#Selected Poems – T.S. Eliot

[sweetdreamsjeff]

The poetry that inspired Jeff Buckley

Aimee Ferrier

Sun 1 October 2023 21:15, UK

Voices as incredible as the one belonging to Jeff Buckley don’t come around too often. Unfortunately, after releasing one record, Grace, Buckley, with all his potential, was taken away too soon. At the age of 30, the singer went for a swim from which he never returned, drowning in the Mississippi River.

Yet, his legacy lives on as one of the most influential artists to emerge from the 1990s, and his music is widely celebrated today for its emotional and lyrical complexity. Not only did Buckley possess an otherworldly voice, but he was also an extremely gifted guitar player and writer, with all his talents combining to create a masterful body of work.

Even when Buckley was covering other artists’ songs, such as ‘Lilac Wine’, ‘The Other Woman’ and ‘Hallelujah’, he imbued the pieces with his own distinctive style. Yet, his penchant for covers wasn’t a reflection of an aversion to writing. Buckley knew how to pen a stunningly poetic track, with songs like ‘Lover, You Should’ve Come Over’ and ‘Morning Theft’ suggesting that even if Buckley didn’t have the vocal pipes he was gifted with, he’d get by just fine as a writer.

Buckley took inspiration from many different writers and musicians when writing his own songs. Musically, Buckley looked back to folk artists like Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan and, of course, his own father, Tim Buckley, from whom he was estranged. Elsewhere, he loved the work of Pakistani singer Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, the rich tones of Nina Simone, and Led Zeppelin, calling Robert Plant “my man”.

However, when it came to his literary inspirations, Buckley had an extensive book collection, which he no doubt looked to for ideas when writing his lyrics. He owned a lot of poetry, with Rainer Maria Rilke proving to be a particular favourite. Not only did Buckley own Dunio Elegies, Rilke on Love and Other Difficulties: Translations and Considerations Poems from the Book of Hours, but he also owned his epistolary collection Letters to a Young Poet.

Buckley was also a fan of the classic American poet Walt Whitman, owning Leaves of Grass and From the Soil. Of course, no poetry collection is complete without copies of Arthur Rimbaud’s A Season in Hell and Illuminations, alongside some Charles Baudelaire – Buckley-owned Paris Spleen. The singer also owned the Selected Poems of confessional poet Anne Sexton and modernist writer T.S Eliot.

Check out Buckley’s complete poetry collection below.

The poetry that inspired Jeff Buckley:

Dunio Elegies – Rainer Maria Rilke

Poems from the Book of Hours – Rilke

Rilke on Love and Other Difficulties: Translations and Considerations – Rilke

Leaves of Grass – Walt Whitman

From This Soil – Whitman

The Odyssey – Homer

Early Work, 1970-1979 – Patti Smith

You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense – Charles Bukowski

Selected Poems of Ezra Pound

The Complete Lyrics – Hank Williams

A Haiku Journey: Basho’s Narrow Road to a Far Province – Matsuo Basho

Paris Spleen – Charles Baudelaire

The Captain’s Verses – Pablo Neruda

Selected Poems – T.S. Eliot

A Season in Hell and Illuminations – Arthur Rimbaud

Writing and Drawings – Bob Dylan

Ode to Walt Whitman – Federico Garcia Lorca

New Poems: 1962 – Robert Graves

Fear of Dreaming: The Selected Poems – Jim Carroll

Selected Poems of Anne Sexton – Anne Sexton

Selected Poems – John Shaw Neilson

Selected Poems: Summer Knowledge – Demore Schwartz

The Collected Poems of Frank O’Hara – Frank O’Hara

Poems – Pier Paolo Pasolini

Space: And Other Poems – Eliot Katz

Tim Buckley Lyrics

[yorgunherakles]

nereye gideceksin seni yitirdiğimde ?

sappho - selected poems

[olivaaer]

a very blue start of the year ❤

[malusokay]

serious, important, gigantic question i have . how do i start writing poetry? i'm really interested but just can't get myself started, lol. also what're some of ur fav books currently? i'm trying to get more into literature. love ur blog btw!

oh I love this question!! 

I believe becoming a poet begins with being an avid reader. Once you develop a love for reading, writing will come naturally as you start to note simple observations from your daily life or random thoughts that come to mind... As you continue to write, you'll gradually develop a better understanding of words. This will allow you to become more discerning in your writing, carefully selecting words and being mindful of how you structure your sentences to convey emotions and imagery... slowly You'll probably begin to dip into poetry, even if it's terrible at first, it's a necessary stage that everyone goes through (I could write an entire post on why creating bad art is so critical lol). The key is to keep writing. Write. Write. Write. And write. It's strange how addictive writing becomes once you get the hang of it… this year alone, I wrote hundreds of poems!!

So to summarize: Reading -> writing -> Poetry

here are some writers and writings I'd recommend to anyone who wants to get into poetry:

 (I got a bit carried away while writing this list lol…)

T.S. Eliot: The Waste Land, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, Four Quartets

Edgar Allan Poe: The Raven, Annabel Lee, The Tell-Tale Heart

Homer: The Odyssey

Walt Whitman: Leaves of Grass, Song of Myself

Dante Alighieri: The Divine Comedy (includes Inferno, Purgatorio, and Paradiso)

John Milton: Paradise Lost

Geoffrey Chaucer: The Canterbury Tales

Emily Dickinson: Because I could not stop for Death, Hope is the thing with feathers, I’m Nobody! Who are you?

Sylvia Plath: Ariel, Lady Lazarus, Daddy

Maya Angelou: Still I Rise, Phenomenal Woman, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (autobiographical prose)

Elizabeth Barrett Browning: Sonnet 43 (How Do I Love Thee?), Aurora Leigh (a novel in verse)

my personal obsession lies in ancient poetry (Greek, to be specific), though I understand that it may not be everyone's cup of tea. But if you want to know more about that — or have any more literature-related questions in general — please let me know or send me another ask, and I'll be happy to share more!! <3

[cyancherub]

do you have any book recommendations for us :D

MAYBE SO.......!!!! u know i love talkin abt books!!!

well, ok since ive posted about most of the books ive been reading recently MAYBE i can also post about some that i ordered and am waiting to arrive??? because all of these sounded very interesting to me!!!

SO books i have coming in the mail:

surrealist novels:

the woman in the dunes by kobo abe

the hearing trumpet by leonora carrington

the melancholy of resistance by laszlo krasznahorkai:

the third policeman by flann o'brien

nadja by andre breton

(been really into surrealism lately if it isn't apparent. most excited for melancholy of resistance i think)

horror, gothic, etc:

bruges-la-morte by georges rodenbach

the damned (la-bas) by joris-karl huysmans

floating dragon by peter straub

classics, short stories, etc:

french decadent tales (oxford world's classics) by stephen romer

in watermelon sugar by richard brautigan

swann's way (in search of lost time, #1) by marcel proust

selected short stories by balzac

icefields by thomas wharton

some ive picked up recently & stoked to read:

ada, or ardor by nabokov (my most beloved author of all time)

carmilla by le fanu

nightmare alley by william lindsay gresham

a king alone by jean giono

twilight of the idols by nietzsche

transparent things by nabokov

dark water by koji suzuki

selected poems by jorge luis borges (also beloved)

trolled my goodreads for more recs

books ive read & enjoyed so far this year:

the iliac crest by cristina rivera garza

the tenant by roland topor (FAV!!! huge fav)

crimson labyrinth by yusuke kishi

pedro paramo by juan rulfo

carolina ghost woods by judy jordan

death in her hands by ottessa moshfegh

the unbearable lightness of being by milan kundera

in the lake of the woods by tim o'brien

disgrace by j m coetzee

goth by otsuichi

books i enjoyed from last year:

the lottery & other stories by shirley jackson

the vegetarian by han kang

rosemary's baby by ira levin

piercing by ryu murakami (an all time fav)

the bloody chamber by angela carter (fav)

starve acre by andrew michael hurley (also a fav)

the glassy, burning floor of hell by brian evenson

the devil's larder by jim crace

monstrilio by gerardo samano cordova

and as a bonus, literally anything by nabokov. i have a big book of his short fiction that ive been reading slowly for a long while. despair by him is my fav book of all time, hands down. he is a master of absurdism (and a master of every language he writes in).

ALSO!!!! if youre into poetry, anything and every single thing by: t.s. eliot, baudelaire, rimbaud, borges. i also love neruda's poetry but i have heard he was an awful man so keep that in mind

[totallyfuckd]

what have you been reading latelyyy I need some book recs

currently reading Dharma Bums and Selected Poems of T.S. Eliot :)

[aaknopf]

A Valentine from our house to yours: lines from a poem by Victoria Adukwei Bulley, a British poet nominated for both the T.S. Eliot and Rathbones/Folio Prize for her debut collection, Quiet, which has just arrived on our shores. This excerpt, the first section of her poem "Of the Snail & its Loveliness," reminds us that the shared appreciation of beauty is one of the deepest forms of love.

from Of the Snail & its Loveliness

              Once, I saw a snail so small so young its shell was still                transparent.

              I stopped to look—I had the time to see a thing unseen before—                a tiny flute

a ghost of white that swayed               within the sleeping shell, marking time so faithfully.

                            Little snail,               you’ll never know what happened outside as you dreamed.

                I watched your small heart’s beating                               & called my love                 to come & see.

More on this book and author:

Learn more about Victoria Adukwei Bulley's Quiet.

Tune in on Tuesday, February 28 to celebrate Victoria’s publication day, as she reads along with Natalie Diaz and Safiya Sinclair, at a virtual event hosted by McNally Jackson.

Visit our Tumblr to peruse poems, audio recordings, and broadsides in the Knopf Poetry newsletter series.

Share the Knopf poetry newsletter with friends in anticipation of our daily poetry-month selections, coming to your inbox starting on April 1.

[charlyritter]

3, 4, 11!

3 - What were your top five books of the year?

Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair by Pablo Neruda The Women and the Men by Nikki Giovanni Of Human Bondage by W. Somerset Maugham Macbeth by William Shakespeare Selected Poems by T.S. Eliot

(The way every single one can in some way be traced back to rewatching Buffy. when and where did I take which wrong turn that I became THIS insane)

4 - Did you discover any new authors that you love this year?

Yes, I discovered this aspiring young writer called William Shakespeare (you probably haven't heard of him).

The thing is that I always knew I'd be the biggest Shakespeare hoe if I ever got into him, I just never had the headspace for it and this year I did and, in a shocking turn of events, I knew it!! I always know

11 - What was your favorite book that has been out for a while, but you just now read?

Does Goethe's Faust qualify as something that "has been out for a while"

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Frank, I’m cold and my phone is dying, but I’m too busy being sleepytired on the couch to do anything about it! Can you give me some words of encouragement?

The world is wide and you are not alone. And also:

"What is home? Is it the place where there are books? Or the people who own the books, and who read them to you? Or is it the place where you were born, and can never leave, and that place contains the ghosts of the people who were there when you were born? All these things are home. Every place is home to someone."

T.S. Eliot, "Little Gidding," in Selected Poems

[arcaneartiste]

One of my favorite assignments in the Illustration as Design course I did last year was designing a book cover. I chose to create a collage for The Wasteland by T.S. Eliot. I’ve adored Eliot’s poetry since high school. My copy of the annotated selected poems is now falling apart from love. The Wasteland has always felt like a collage poem to me because of the wide pastiche of influences Eliot uses to paint his portrait of post-World War I Europe. ​ ​ Fun fact: I created a Wasteland inspired collage in high school. If I find it, I’ll need to post the comparison. ​ ​ [First image: The cover for an edition of “The Wasteland” by T.S. Eliot. The title is enclosed in a white box surrounded by art deco frames. Behind the frame is a warm toned collage that combines World War I era photography, classical art/sculpture, 1900s - 1920s drawings, tarot cards, and other evocative imagery.​ ​ Second image: a digital mockup of the book cover on a book]​

[daimonclub]

Poetry and Poems

Poetry and poems Poetry and poems, the works of poets, the art of words, an abridged article and some quotes by famous authors, a selection of poems and a comment by Carl William Brown. Everywhere I go I find that a poet has been there before me. Sigmund Freud And as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name. William Shakespeare Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood. T. S. Eliot In poetry and in eloquence the beautiful and grand must spring from the commonplace.... All that remains for us is to be new while repeating the old, and to be ourselves in becoming the echo of the whole world. Alexandre Vinet A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language. W. H. Auden I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. Steven Wright One merit of poetry few persons will deny: it says more and in fewer words than prose. Voltaire Not only every great poet, but every genuine, but lesser poet, fulfils once for all some possibility of language, and so leaves one possibility less for his successors. T. S. Eliot The study of science teaches young men to think, while study of the classics teaches them to express thought. John Stuart Mill The lunatic, the lover and the poet are of imagination all compact, they have such seething brains, such shaping fantasies, that apprehend, more than cool reason ever comprehends. William Shakespeare Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history. Plato What the dead had no speech for, when living, They can tell you, being dead: the communication Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living. T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink. T. S. Eliot Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar. Percy Bysshe Shelley What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from. T. S. Eliot We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. T. S. Eliot We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion. T. S. Eliot A poem contains the same elements as a prose composition; the difference therefore must consist in a different combination of them, in consequence of a different object being proposed. According to the difference of the object will be the difference of the combination. it is possible, that the object may be merely to facilitate the recollection of any given facts or observations by artificial arrangement; and the composition will be a poem, merely because it is distinguished from prose by metre, or by rhyme, or by both conjointly. In this, the lowest sense, a man might attribute the name of a poem to the well-known enumeration of the days in the several months; Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November, etc. and others of the same class and purpose. And as a particular pleasure is found in anticipating the recurrence of sounds and quantities, all compositions that have this charm super-added, whatever be their contents, may be entitled poems. Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Poetry and poems The true spirit of delight, the exaltation, the sense of being more than Man, which is the touchstone of the highest excellence, is to be found in mathematics as surely as poetry. Bertrand Russell Ordinary people are not interested in poets thoughts, much less in their works, real poets on the other hand are not very interested in the fate of the inhabitants of this filthy planet! As Cecco Angiolieri put it, If I were fire, I would burn the world; if I were the wind, I would hit it with storms; if I were water, I would drown it; If I were God, I would make it sink. Carl William Brown The poet sees, at the same time and from a single point, what is visible to two, in isolation. Boris Pasternak To see a World in a Grain of Sand, And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand, And Eternity in an hour... William Blake Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility. William Wordsworth, Lyrical Ballads Poetry is a form of imaginative literary expression that makes its effect by the sound and imagery of its language. The word, often used synonymously with the term verse, is essentially rhythmic and usually metrical, and it frequently has a stanzaic structure. It is in these characteristics that the difference between poetry and other kinds of imaginative writing can be discerned. The term derives from Greek and it means "creator", and therefore "Poem" means something created; it is a vague definition, referring, like the word Verse, to literary compositions which are not in prose. Poems are expressed in a language which has been given some sense of pattern or organization to do with the sounds of its words, its imagery, syntax, or any other linguistic element. Poesis (Gk poiesis, from poiein,' to make'), thus poesis denotes 'making' in general, but in particular the making of poetry. The word came into the English language as 'poesie' in the 14th c. Later in that century the word 'poetrie' (from L. poetria) word was also introduced. They were frequently used synonymously. Eventually poetry supplanted poesy. Poetry is one of the most ancient and widespread of the arts. Originally fused with music in song, it gained independent existence in ancient times - in the Western world, at least as early as the classical era. Where poetry exists apart from music, it has substituted for lost musical rhythms its own purely linguistic one. It is this rhythmic use of language that most easily distinguishes poetry from imaginative prose, the other great division of literature, and that forms the basis of the dictionary definition of poetry as “metrical writings.” This definition does not, however, include cadenced poetry (as in the Bible) or modern free verse; both types of verse are rhythmic but not strictly metrical. Nor does it take into account the unwritten songs of many cultures past and present. It is, however, a useful starting point for considering what is now commonly meant by the word poetry. Enough poetry has come down from ancient times, however, to suggest certain enduring aspects of poetic expression, whatever the time or culture. In Egyptian hieroglyphic inscriptions of about 2600 BC are found kinds of poetry (evidently songs, although only the text, not the music, is preserved) still familiar today: laments, odes, elegies, hymns. The many songs relating to religion (an emphasis true also of such other ancient poetries as Sumerian, Assyro-Babylonian, Hittite, and Hebrew) support the hypothesis that the origins of poetry can be found in the communal expression, probably originally taking the form of dance, of the religious spirit. Thus, the dance rhythm could be marked not only by clapping, stamping, or rhythmic cries, but by chanting or otherwise intoning or singing words. Song, then, became the progenitor of both poetry and instrumental music. Work songs (a type also found in Egyptian tomb inscriptions of the 3rd millennium BC), lullabies, play songs, and other songs accompanying rhythmic activity probably developed nearly simultaneously with religious songs. The ritual aspect of poetry is still evident in the songs of many native cultures, as in this Navajo incantation for rain, translated by the Irish-born American ethnologist Washington Matthews.

A child's garden of verses Not just lyric poetry but narrative verse as well may have had its origins in the religious impulse. The earliest narrative songs, or epics, tell the myths of creation and of the gods; later epics treat the lives of godlike heroes; and still later ones deal with the lives of historical heroes. The range is from the Babylonian creation myth and the Gilgamesh epic to the Greek Iliad and Odyssey of Homer, from the Indian Ramayana and Mahabharata to the medieval French Song of Roland and the Anglo-Saxon Beowulf. It is interesting that dramatic poetry was twice born in the West, both times in a religious context: first in ancient Greek festivals, then in medieval church ritual (perhaps with the assistance of much older surviving folk rituals). As the earliest examples of poetry make clear, however, such ritual origins were expanded on very early. Not all songs existed solely for the practical purposes of propitiating the gods, smoothing the course of the soul's voyage after death, assuring the outcome of a battle, or influencing natural phenomena. When the tradition of the sung poem yielded to the written tradition—that is, when words were selected and ordered apart from melodic needs—greater complexities of content, syntax, form, and sound became possible. At the other extreme from music, sound all but vanishes in the new emphasis on the visual, or written, aspect of poetry. Compression, extensive use of imagery, and a strong emotional - and frequently sensuous - component are characteristic of the great grab bag of poems called lyric. The other major divisions of poetry, narrative (epics, ballads, metrical romances, verse tales) and dramatic (poetry as direct speech in specified circumstances), are more amenable to characterization. Lyric poetry, however, covers everything from hymns, lullabies, drinking songs, and folk songs to the huge variety of love songs and poems; from savage political satires to rarefied philosophical poetry; from verse epistles to odes; and from 2-line epigrams or 14-line sonnets to lengthy reflective lyrics and substantial elegies. The content of lyric poetry is as varied as the concerns of human beings in every period and in every corner of the globe. A clear distinction exists between poetry as pure art form and most so-called didactic poetry, which at its extreme is merely material that has been versified as an aid to memory or to make the learning process more pleasant. Where the emphasis is on communication of knowledge for its own sake or on practical instruction, the designation poetry is rather a misnomer; in his Georgics, Vergil actually tried to teach readers how to farm. Among lyric poets, the Japanese are unequalled in the extreme compression of their poetry. Two favorite forms are the tanka, which has had a continuous tradition of some 1300 years, and the haiku, which dates from the 16th century and had a marked effect on Western poets at the beginning of the 20th century. Both forms are unrhymed and in syllabic meter: The tanka is five lines of five, seven, five, seven, and seven syllables, and the haiku is three lines of five, seven, and five syllables. (Longer poems also use these five- and seven-syllable lines, and shorter poems are frequently linked into sequences or are carefully arranged in anthologies to provide a cumulative effect.) Some of the short poems by one of the major 20th-century American poets, Ezra Pound, capture much of the haiku quality. His “Fan-Piece, for Her Imperial Lord,” for instance, although based on a 1st-century BC Chinese poem (much longer in the original but still terse by Western standards), is quite Japanese in its prosody and effect. A poem generally has a very different rhythm from that of ordinary literary prose, although it is true that the two art forms exist on a continuum and metrical patterns are discernible, irregularly, in good prose. An excellent example may be found in the highly concentrated rhythmic sentences in Ulysses by the Irish novelist James Joyce. Many poems have vanished over the millennia, either because they existed only in the oral tradition and were eventually forgotten, or because so many manuscripts disintegrated or were destroyed. Some of the destruction was by natural processes; some occurred in the wanton pillaging of libraries and centers of learning; and some - as in the case of one of history's greatest lyric poets, the Greek Sappho - because of bigotry. During the Christian era Sappho's writings were condemned to be burned, and only about 700 lines remain - saved because they were included in uncondemned anthologies, or were quoted by other writers whose works survived, or because Egyptian embalmers chanced to wrap their mummies with strips of papyrus on which her verses were written. Of some other Greek writers only the names survive, but not a line of poetry. Closer to the present, the Old English epic Beowulf, the most important poem extant from Anglo-Saxon England, exists in but one manuscript; indeed, from centuries of Old English alliterative poetry only five manuscripts are known to have survived. The invention of printing in the 15th century enormously improved the chances of a book's survival, and the technological advances of the 20th century in data storage and retrieval make it theoretically possible to preserve any poem. Compared with what is extant from the last 5000 years, future generations of readers will have access to a tremendous quantity of verse from the past.

Christmas poems and aphorisms Technological advances such as the computer will probably change the shape of poetry, but not its importance, for poetry has shown itself to be as adaptable as any other art. While this is less obvious in restrictive societies, in which poetry may be perverted for propaganda purposes and where the best work often goes underground, the achievements of poets in many countries in the 20th century augur well for the future. Works by poets in the United States, Great Britain, and in Latin America and Spain - to mention only a few of the areas where poetry continues to flourish and evolve- testify to its durability. In the U.S., numerous small magazines are devoted to publishing new poetry, many universities have a “poet-in-residence” on the faculty, and poetry readings by established and new writers are a feature of cultural life on and off campus. Anyway poetry is not to be considered absolutely a superior form of creation; not necessarily therefore, more serious. Aristophanes, Chaucer, Ben Jonson, Donne, Marvell, Pope, Byron and Auden, to name just a few have all written witty and humorous Poems, and in this light mood we can hope that together with lyrics poetry will have some good chances even for the future of our world. As things are, and as fundamentally they must always be, poetry is not a career, but a mug's game. No honest poet can ever feel quite sure of the permanent value of what he has written: He may have wasted his time and messed up his life for nothing. T.S. Eliot Poetry can push boundaries or employ personal experience to help understand the experience of many. It sheds light on the beautiful and the ugly and strives to understand the function of both. For these reasons and many others, poetry has been given its own holiday. World Poetry Day is held each year on March 21 to celebrate “the unique ability of poetry to capture the creative spirit of the human mind.” It was founded in 1999 by UNESCO in the hopes of promoting poetry as a way to communicate across borders and cultural differences. Since then, it has achieved just that. The event is celebrated around the world in readings and in ceremonies honoring poets of high achievement as well as in teaching the craft to aspiring writers. All in all, it is a day dedicated to poetry: an art form that has persisted for millennia and continues to enrich our understanding of the human condition to this day. Baudelaire on poetry “Be always drunken. Nothing else matters: that is the only question. If you would not feel the horrible burden of Time weighing on your shoulders and crushing you to the earth, be drunken continually. “Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will. But be drunken. “And if sometimes, on the stairs of a palace, or on the green side of a ditch, or in the dreary solitude of your own room, you should awaken and the drunkenness be half or wholly slipped away from you, ask of the wind, or of the wave, or of the star, or of the bird, or of the clock, of whatever flies, or sighs, or rocks, or sings, or speaks, ask what hour it is; and the wind, wave, star, bird, clock, will answer you: ‘It is the hour to be drunken! Be drunken, if you would not be martyred slaves of Time; be drunken continually! With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will.’” Charles Baudelaire (1821–1867) Le Voyage - VIII O Mort, vieux capitaine, il est temps ! levons l'ancre ! Ce pays nous ennuie, ô Mort ! Appareillons ! Si le ciel et la mer sont noirs comme de l'encre, Nos coeurs que tu connais sont remplis de rayons ! Verse-nous ton poison pour qu'il nous réconforte ! Nous voulons, tant ce feu nous brûle le cerveau, Plonger au fond du gouffre, Enfer ou Ciel, qu'importe ? Au fond de l'Inconnu pour trouver du nouveau ! Les Fleurs du mal, Charles Baudelaire (1857) « L’Invitation au voyage » Mon enfant, ma sœur, Songe à la douceur D’aller là-bas vivre ensemble ! Aimer à loisir, Aimer et mourir Au pays qui te ressemble ! Les soleils mouillés De ces ciels brouillés Pour mon esprit ont les charmes Si mystérieux De tes traîtres yeux, Brillant à travers leurs larmes. Là, tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté, Luxe, calme et volupté. Des meubles luisants, Polis par les ans, Décoreraient notre chambre ; Les plus rares fleurs Mêlant leurs odeurs Aux vagues senteurs de l’ambre, Les riches plafonds, Les miroirs profonds, La splendeur orientale, Tout y parlerait À l’âme en secret Sa douce langue natale. Là, tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté, Luxe, calme et volupté. Vois sur ces canaux Dormir ces vaisseaux Dont l’humeur est vagabonde ; C’est pour assouvir Ton moindre désir Qu’ils viennent du bout du monde. Read the full article

[markwatsonsbooks]

#Amreading#Newrelease: 150 Most Famous Poems: Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, William Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe, Walt Whitman and many more by Poetry House Welcome to the most comprehensive compilation of classic English poetry in a single volume.

Explore a world of timeless verse featuring the most famous English poems ever written, all within the pages of this remarkable poetry book. If you're seeking a literary treasure that encompasses centuries of poetic excellence, you've found it. This poetry book comes in a generous 8x10-inch format, perfect for poetry lovers, literature students, and teachers or as an impressive addition to your collection.

The following 30 poems are a selection from the book's contents:

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman

Hope is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

I carry your heart with me by E.E. Cummings

I like for you to be still by Pablo Neruda

All the world's a stage by William Shakespeare

Ode On A Grecian Urn by John Keats

Ode To The West Wind by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot

My Last Duchess by Robert Browning

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Thanatopsis by William Cullen Bryant

A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

She Walks In Beauty by George Gordon Byron

Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Because I could not stop for Death by Emily Dickinson

Holy Sonnet: 10 by John Donne

A friend’s greeting by Edgar Albert Guest

Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray

Abou Ben Adhem by James Henry Leigh Hunt

If – by Rudyard Kipling

Recessional by Rudyard Kipling

Sonnet: 19. On His Blindness by John Milton

Poetry by Marianne Moore

Here I love you by Pablo Neruda

Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

Sonnet: 116 by William Shakespeare

Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Crossing The Bar by Alfred Tennyson

This remarkable English Poetry Anthology is a treasury of 150 of the Most Famous Poems spanning the centuries, from the enchanting verses of the Middle Ages to the timeless elegance of the 20th century. These celebrated poems stand as enduring masterpieces of English Literature, their profound words inspiring and resonating with people from every corner of the globe. This version has been updated and revised as of October 2023.

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[yorgunherakles]

“…bach’ın bir çello sonatı gibi yaşıyorum: hiçbir yere bağlanmadan, askıda, ezgin, muğlak, her insanın hemen kavramasına rağmen, özünde anlaşılmaz.”

wilhelm genazino - mutsuzluk zamanlarında mutluluk

[existential-celestial]

      T.S. Eliot, from “The Wasteland,” in Selected Poems

[wehavewords]

“Time present and time past are both perhaps present in time future, and time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present all time is unredeemable. What might have been is an abstraction remaining a perpetual possibility only in a world of speculation. What might have been and what has been point to one end, which is always present. Footfalls echo in the memory down the passage which we did not take towards the door we never opened into the rose-garden. My words echo thus, in your mind. But to what purpose disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves I do not know.”

T.S. Eliot

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T.S. Eliot’s selected poems, with book cover by Clare Curtis.