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Does anybody out there actually enjoy poetry?

Discussion in 'Off Topic [BG]' started by metallicarules, Jan 23, 2003.

  1. I am working on a paper for my English class on 19th & 20th century poetry, and I thought I could appeal to some of the intelligent folks here for a few ideas. I'm not asking for anyone to give me a thesis statement or anything, I just find that when studying poetry, discussion with others can be very useful tool. I have several ideas of my own, but I could use a little input to help broaden my analysis and steer me in a slightly different direction. The poem I have to write on is "A Broken Appointment" by Thomas Hardy, any thoughts you have would be greatly appreciated :).

    You did not come
    And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.-
    Yet less for loss of your dear presence there
    Than that I thus found lacking in your make
    That high compassion which can overbear
    Reluctance for pure lovingkindness' sake
    Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroke its sum,
    You did not come.

    You love not me,
    And love alone can lend you loyalty;
    --I know and knew it. But, unto the store
    Of human deeds divine in all but name,
    Was it not worth a little hour or more
    To add yet this: Once you, a woman, came
    To soothe a time-torn man; even though it be
    You love not me?
  2. What exactly are you looking for? The poem's meaning? What its trying to convey? The usage of meter, wording to convey its meaning, or all of the above?
  3. Wrong Robot

    Wrong Robot Guest

    Apr 8, 2002
    If his english teacher is worth a bean then he should be writing with all those things in mind.
  4. ARA punk

    ARA punk

    Jul 11, 2001
    USA, Shelby, NC
    I think its great man. Poetry is one form of writing that I feel no one should make corrections, criticisms etc. Poetry is one of those things that comes from the heart. Who is to tell you that what is right or wrong about what you're doing. Fortunatly the last English teacher that I had who taught poetry felt that way too... and she graded us on how well we conveyed what we were thinking. That doesn't help i'm sure... but i did really like the poem
  5. yea, like Will said, what do you want input on? good poem, though...
  6. PollyBass

    PollyBass ******

    Jun 25, 2001
    Shreveport, LA
    Yes, yes we do. Poe, Lord Byron, Keats, Shakespears Sonnets were amazing to.

    I HATE Frost, just couldn't ever dig him. I mean, he had some great works... but as a whole.....
  7. Wrong Robot

    Wrong Robot Guest

    Apr 8, 2002
    My two favorite poets are probably William carlos williams and William wordsworth.

    the reason I like William carlos williams so much is for this one poem

    so much depends

    a red wheel

    glazed with rain

    beside the white

    it took me a looong time to get this one, if you already know don't spoil it for others, but if you want to try it out for size...go for it, its quite brilliant.
  8. how 'bout a hint, or just answer this, is it a joke, or is it serious?
  9. Wrong Robot

    Wrong Robot Guest

    Apr 8, 2002
    totally serious, its my favorite poem.
  10. How long did it take you to get this poem? i just really started to think about it, and it is amazingly complicated! who woulda thought something so seemingly simple could be so very difficult?
  11. Wrong Robot

    Wrong Robot Guest

    Apr 8, 2002
    About a month...this was a year ago before I had ever had any REAL formal poetry analysis training, and I only got it after my friend gave me a hint.
  12. No discourse about poetry should go on without mention of the "great" William McGonagall. Check it out: http://www.mcgonagall-online.org.uk/

    Possibly the worst poet in the world. Really. And Scottish, so that also makes him cool (in my book).
  13. Hey , I'm a English Lit student. What do you want to know ?
  14. I didn't really have anything specific in mind, I was just hoping for any general thoughts some of you might have on the poem. I suppose the overall theme of the poem would be the best place to start, but if you notice anything significant about the structure, rhythm, or meter of the poem, feel free to mention that too. For example, it seemed to me that Hardy might even be making fun of Romantic poets like Wordsworth. He uses a very traditional structure, similar to that of the Romantic poets, but uses it to convey the opposite message. While Wordsworth might emphasize such things as the beauty of nature or joy and hope in life, Hardy tends to focus more on ideas like human suffering and the general meaninglessness of life. Of course, this idea is a bit more of a reflection of Thomas Hardy's poetry as a whole, and I could use a few more ideas that focus on this poem in particular.
  15. ...anything would be helpful:).


    Oct 16, 2002
    New Orleans
    Yes, I love it!! I remember in college I made a bong out of clay and cured it in ......Oh.....Poetry. Obviously I'm too stupid to help here. Sorry. Good Luck. bump.:oops:
  17. DanGouge


    May 25, 2000
    Just a guess but it looks like his woman stood him up, sorry that's all I can add to this...
  18. I love poetry, i am reading it all the time, writing it too.

    My favourite poem is The Listeners by Walter De La Mare:

    "Is anybody there?" said the Traveler,
    Knocking on the moonlit door;
    And his horse in the silence chomped the grasses
    Of the forest's ferny floor.
    And a bird flew up out of the turret,
    Above the traveler's head:
    And he smote upon the door a second time;
    "Is there anybody there?" he said.
    But no one descended to the Traveler;
    No head from the leaf-fringed sill
    Leaned over and looked into his gray eyes,
    Where he stood perplexed and still.
    But only a host of phantom listeners
    That dwelt in the lone house then
    Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
    To that voice from the world of men:
    Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair
    That goes down to the empty hall,
    Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
    By the lonely Traveler's call.
    And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
    Their stillness answering his cry,
    While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
    'Neath the starred and leafy sky;
    For he suddenly smote the door, even
    Louder, and lifted his head:--
    "Tell them I came, and no one answered,
    That I kept my word," he said.
    Never the least stir made the listeners,
    Though every word he spake
    Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
    From the one man left awake:
    Aye, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
    And the sound of iron on stone,
    And how the silence surged softly backward,
    When the plunging hoofs were gone.


  19. Here's one from my favorite poet. Poetry says so many different things to different people. What does this say to you?


    For when you can't

    Or won't

    Peel your meat back

    From the hoopy dingle

    Sparkling, we dip our cigarettes

    for you eat my pickle


    and I smash your mice

  20. Another good one from a talented Vogon poet.

    Oh freddled gruntbuggly thy micturations are to me
    As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
    Groop I implore thee my foonting turlingdromes.
    And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
    Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
    see if I don't!

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