ENGLISH 204/ POETRY __WORKSHOP/ Fall 2009: English 204's Poetry Broadsides

Friday, December 11, 2009

English 204's Poetry Broadsides

As your PoetryBroadsides come in, I'll post them on the blog. Thanks for a great poetry reading this morning, and for a semester full of inspiration and risk!

"Anorexia," by Eavan Boland. Barbie Broadside by Amy Dawson.

"Blue Poles," by Inger Christenson. Broadside by Laura Campbell.

"This is Just to Say," by William Carlos Williams. Broadside by

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W O R D S . . .

You can say anything you want, yessir, but it's the words that sing, they soar and descend . . . I bow to them . . . I love them, I cling to them, I run them down, I bite into them, I melt them down . . . I love words so much . . . The unexpected ones . . . The ones I wait for greedily or stalk until, suddenly, they drop . . . Vowels I love . . . They glitter like colored stones, they leap like silver fish, they are foam, thread, metal, dew . . . I run after certain words . . . They are so beautiful that I want to fit them all into my poem . . . I catch them in midflight, as they buzz past, I trap them, clean them, peel them, I set myself in front of the dish, they have a crystalline texture to me, vibrant, ivory, vegetable, oily, like fruit, like algae, like agates, like olives . . . And I stir them, I shake them, I drink them, I gulp them down, I mash them, I garnish them, I let them go . . . I leave them in my poem like stalactites, like slivers of polished wood, like coals, pickings from a shipwreck, gifts from the waves . . . Everything exists in the word . . .
From Memoirs by Pablo Neruda (NY: Penguin, 1974), p. 53.

ENGLISH 204/ POETRY __WORKSHOP/ Fall 2009

Friday, December 11, 2009

English 204's Poetry Broadsides

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