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Poetry Appreciation Discussion - May 2024 (Patreon)

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Dear Book Club Readers ---

Your appreciation of great poetry in April was phenomenal, and it would be lovely to hear about the poems you're enjoying this month.

Our poetry appreciation thread is the place to mindfully check in and share what poetic works have resonated with us recently. So let us know:

What poems are you appreciating at the moment?

Let us know anything that has resonated with you during your poetic excursions:

  • Resonant lines

  • Striking imagery

  • Sublime musicality

  • Intriguing allusions

  • Compelling themes

  • Your favourite poets

  • Powerful metaphors

  • Elements you want to examine

  • Poems you want to recommend

  • Reflections, musings, and insights

  • Passages you're learning by heart

This is the place to put your poetry appreciations and get other readers weighing in on your thoughts!

Curated Poetic Vintages:

Your responses to our last three poems were beautiful. It was exciting to see the different links you discovered. And you can see the poetic connection I had in mind, along with my appreciation, in the downloadable PDF at the bottom of this post.

I have specially curated three more poems for you to enjoy. There is another link running through these poems for you to discover. It could be thematic, stylistic, or philosophical. Indeed, it will be possible to see multiple connections.

You don't need an in-depth knowledge of poetry to uncover the connection. You only need to read, reread, and feel. And the more you read, the more you will discover.

I would love to know what you make of the chosen poems. Which one is your favourite? Which poet resonates with you the most? And what lines stand out to you?

I will reveal the link running through them in the next poetry thread, along with the next three poetic vintages. And all poems can be found in the Norton Anthology of Poetry, which makes an excellent poetic textbook.

Thank you so much for sharing your love of great literature with us.

Happy reading, everybody!

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Theresa

Li-Young Lee I buried my father in the sky. Since then, the birds clean and comb him every morning and pull the blanket up to his chin every night. I started reading this gentleman's work just lovely.

Spider in your cider

Thank you for sharing Auden’s Lullaby. I love how he capture the power of the moment in the midst of all the imagery of impermanence. I was reminded of how much I loved Auden the first time I read him: In Memory Of W.B. Yeats (https://allpoetry.com/In-Memory-Of-W.B.-Yeats) He disappeared in the dead of winter: The brooks were frozen, the airports almost deserted, And snow disfigured the public statues; The mercury sank in the mouth of the dying day. What instruments we have agree The day of his death was a dark cold day.

nicole gravel

I've been absent for a while and realiz that I've been missing the contact of fellow lovers of literature.Your comments are all so interesting. And I feel less of a "freak" loving literature so much. I love "an Arundel tomb" . I first wondered what was an atundel tomb, looked it up and afte a while understood it was THE Arundel tomb ib Chichester cathedral. The use of AN echoes throughout the poem and takes its meaning in the lines:

nicole gravel

Rigidly they \ Persisted, linked, through lengths and breadths\of time ; this fall of the word time (in French, rejet) resonates , makes the reader pause. Just a final word. We have my grand-mother's letters, not loveletters, but the correspondence she held with mainly 2 of her sons, from around 1870 to her death in 1901. She had 14 children, my father was her last, and Ia

nicole gravel

I am the last daughter, born in1943. Very moving to be able to connect over the centuries. yet I would lead my grandmother by the hand\ Through much of what she would not understand;\ And so I stumble Thank you Benjamin!

Clare Shepherd

I have been away from the group this year because of family illness. I would like to share in the poetry readings, but can't find any mention of which collection you are all reading. Could someone let me know?

Patrick All-de Lange

The thing I picked up on is false truths which I really like. First in Lullaby we read: Let the living creature lie, Mortal, guilty, but to me The entirely beautiful. Lying is part of life, sometimes we do it without even realising it. When we remember an event differently than it actually was and are so sure it is like we say it is. This isn't actual lying perhaps, but it is a false truth. We see this again further on: Certainty, fidelity On the stroke of midnight pass Like vibrations of a bell These words which we find so important "Certainty, fidelity," can be as fleeting or insubstantial as the vibrations of a bell. Making them into false truths. In An Arundel Tomb it is the picture that the tomb presents as if the couple was this loving that it would even survive in death. Even though, it is more than likely that theirs was an arranged marriage like they were in that time. That their love was a facade they wanted to present to the outside world. The whole poems describes this false truth, down to the last sentence which is bound to be taken out of context. In My Grandmother's Letters it might be memory that presents us with false truths. "Are your fingers long enough to play Old keys that are but echoes: Is the silence strong enough To carry back the music to its source And back to you again I read that as a question whether our memories are accurate enough, because they are memories of memories (echoes of keys, instead of the actual keys) and can we dig up the memories from our subconscious (is the silence strong enough, can we focus enough on the memory to bring it to the front). Or will we shape the memory ourselves into something we think we remember turning the memory into a sort of false truth.

Jane

Looking up Benjamin’s June selection of WW1 poetry my Norton Anthology wisely fell open on page 1900 to Ted Hughes’ poem, Platform One which I didn’t know. I think it is a beautiful accompaniment to An Arundel Tomb. Beautiful .

Emily White

I love An Arundel Tomb. I live just 10mins drive from Chichester Cathedral and often visit the tomb and read the poem (which is displayed next to it). I love the way Larkin captures how ancient this place is.