Poetry Movements through history.
Throughout
history, there have been hundreds of major and minor poetic movements and
communities. Major community-based movements – such as the Ancient Greek poetry
schools, Provencal literature, Sicilian court poets, Elizabethan and Romantic
poets, Victorian poets, American Transcendentalists, Paris expatriate
(Surrealist), and Beat poets – changed the course of poetry during and after
their respective eras.
SAPPHO – GREEK LYRIC POET
(#67 on best poet’s list) Somewhere between 630 and 612 BC
AWED BY HER SPLENDOUR
Awed by her splendor
stars near the lovely
moon cover their own
bright faces
when she
is roundest and lights
earth with her silver
stars near the lovely
moon cover their own
bright faces
when she
is roundest and lights
earth with her silver
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Victorian Poetry
The
Victorian Period literally describes the events in the age of Queen Victoria’s
reign of 1837-1901. The term Victorian has connotations of repression and
social conformity, however in the realm of poetry these labels are somewhat
misplaced. The Victorian age provided a significant development of poetic
ideals such as the increased use of the Sonnet as a poetic form, which was to
influence later modern poets. Poets in the Victorian period were to some extent
influenced by the Romantic Poets such as Keats,William Blake, Shelley and W.Wordsworth. Wordsworth was Poet Laureate until 1850 so can
be viewed as a bridge between the Romantic period and the Victorian period.
Wordsworth was succeeded by Lord Tennyson, Queen Victoria’s favourite poet.
Rudyard Kipling (1865 -1936) was an English short-story
writer, poet, and novelist. Many of his stories were based on his life in
India. To some Kipling was a prophet of British Imperialism, but whatever his
political views, his literary talents are widely admired.
IF (#7 on list
of favourite poems)
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream – and not make
dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your
winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
If you can talk with crowds and
keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!
- Rudyard Kipling
ROMANTIC POETS - Percy Bysshe Shelley
ROMANTIC POETS - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Love’s Philosophy
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—
See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?
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