the clouds are above
but i am below.
how the fuck do i get up there.
queen - 5/11
i never really liked
until i found out
what it tastes like
when you sigh it
Literature Meme — Five Poets — Robert Frost (2/5)
Like the nineteenth-century Romantics, [Frost] maintained that a poem is “never a put-up job…. It begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a loneliness. It is never a thought to begin with. It is at its best when it is a tantalizing vagueness.” Yet, “working out his own version of the ‘impersonal’ view of art,” as Hyatt H. Waggoner observed, Frost also upheld T. S. Eliot’s idea that the man who suffers and the artist who creates are totally separate. [x]
I was reading a Frost poetry book last night, and found myself reading this specific poem through a different perspective…so I went to work…
Edgar Allen Poe’s manuscript for “Annabel Lee,” published in 1849, the year of his death. It was the last work he ever completed.
Day Jobs of the Poets
William Wordsworth’s “Lines, Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey”
Robert Frost, “Desert Places”
a few of my favorite poems:
Ode on Solitude, Alexander Pope