100 Poems
This is an assignment for class. I read 100 poems and shall list them here, and I shall discuss 10 of them in greater detail.
- Carolyn Kizer: "Parent's Pantoum"
- Lynne McMahon: "Carpe Diem"
- Billy Collins: "Introduction to Poetry"
- Gwendolyn Brooks: "We Real Cool"
- Beth Bachmann: "Colorization"
- Timothy Liu: "In Hot Pursuit"
- Peter Meinke: "Atomic Pantoum"
- Ellen Doré Watson: "Ghazal"
- Wesli Court: "The Obsession"
- Dylan Thomas: "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night"
- Sharon Olds: "Visiting My Mother's College"
- David Lehman: "Abecedarius:
- Diane Wakoski: "Sestina to the Common Glass of Beer: I Do Not Drink Beer"
- John Yau: "Chinese Villanelle"
- Gevorg Emin: "The Question Mark"
- Robert Lowell: "Reading Myself"
- Elizabeth Bishop: "Brazil, January 1, 1502"
- Robert Hayden: "Night, Death, Mississippi"
- Sylvia Plath: "Daddy"
- Mark Strand: "Where Are the Waters of Childhood?"
- Theodore Roethke: "In a Dark Time"
- John Berryman: "The Moon and the Night and the Men"
- Randall Jarrell: "Cinderella"
- Robert Penn Warren: "Birth of Love"
- Charles Olson: "The Kingfishers"
- Adrienne Rich: "For an Album"
- J.V. Cunnigham: "To My Wife"
- Jean Garrigue: "Cracked Looking Glass"
- May Swenson: "Teleology"
- Robert Duncan: "Styx"
- William Meredith: "The Illiterate"
- Howard Nemerov: "Writing"
- Richard Wilbur: "Mind"
- Mona Van Duyn: "Homework"
- Howard Moss: "Ménage à Trois"
- James Dickey: "The Heaven of Animals"
- Anthony Hecht: "A Hill"
- James Schuyler: "Shimmer"
- Denise Levertov: "Seeing for a Moment"
- Richard Hugo: "Degrees of Gray in Philipsburg"
- Edgar Bowers: "Amor Vincit Omnia"
- Carolyn Kizer: "A Muse of Water"
- Donald Justice: "The Evening of the Mind"
- Frank O'Hara: "Why I Am Not a Painter"
- David Wagoner: "The Best Slow Dancer"
- Robert Creeley: "The Rescue"
- Allen Ginsberg: "My Sad Self" to Frank O'Hara
- W.D. Snodgrass: "A Locked House"
- James Merrill: "A Renewal"
- W.S. Merwin: "Some Last Questions"
- A.R. Ammons: "Reflective"
- John Ashbery: Glauzunoviana"
- James Wright: "A Blessing"
- Galway Kinnell: "The Vow"
- Anne Sexton: "The Room of My Life"
- Philip Levine: "Rain Downriver"
- Irving Feldman: "The Dream"
- John Hollander: "The Night Mirror"
- Richard Howard: At the Monument to Pierre Louÿs"
- Gary Snyder: "I Went into the Maverick Bar"
- Charles Wright: "Clear Night"
- Audre Lorde: "Movement Song"
- Mary Oliver: "Hawk"
- Jay Wright: "The Homecoming Singer"
- C.K. Williams: "Alzheimer's: The Wife"
- Charles Simic: "Watermelons"
- Michael S. Harper: "Nightmare Begins Responsibility"
- Frank Bidart: "Happy Birthday"
- Robert Pinsky: "Poem About People"
- Robert Hass: "Heroic Simile"
- Amy Clampitt: "Beach Glass"
- Dave Smith: "Lake Drummond Dream"
- Marilyn Hacker: "Nights of 1964-66: The Old Reliable"
- William Matthews: "107th & Amsterdam"
- Sharon Olds: "The Glass"
- Louise Glück: "The Garden"
- Sandra McPherson: "The Microscope in Winter"
- Michael Palmer: "H"
- Ellen Bryant Voigt: "Winter Field"
- Kay Ryan: "A Cat/A Future"
- Yusef Komunyakaa: "Facing It"
- Heather McHugh: "Auto"
- Edward Hirsch: "A Short Lexicon of Torture in the Eighties"
- Jorie Graham: "San Sepolcro"
- Robert Frost: "The Road Not Taken"
- Rita Dove: "Canary"
- Mark Doty: "Door to the River"
- Gjertrud Schnackenberg: "Supernatural Love"
- Henri Cole: "Peonies"
- Li-Young Lee: "One Heart"
- Carl Phillips: "Revision"
- Shel Silverstein: "Invitation"
- Emily Dickinson: "I Heard a Fly Buzz -- When I Died"
- Langston Hughes: "Quiet Girl"
- Maya Angelou: "Phenomenal Woman"
- James Schuyler: "Sunday"
- Derek Walcott: "Dark August"
- Herman Hesse: "On a Journey"
- Octavio Paz: "Between Going and Staying the Day Wavers"
- Wislawa Szymborska: "Some Like Poetry"
- "Introduction to Poetry" by Billy Collins. This poem, I actually am now in love with it because it shows exactly how I used to be, and still am with poetry, however, I am learning to get better at reading them, but still. Anyway, I especially love the last two stanzas: "But all they want to do/ is tie the poem to a chair with rope/ and torture a confession out of it./ They begin beating it with a hose/ to find out what it really means." Oh, yes, I still do this. I want poems to tell me what they are trying to say, and never enjoy the subtleties of what they are trying to whisper to us. It makes me wonder if he has ever taught a high school English class because it seems he really understands what is going on in our minds at that time. I like how he tries to show us how to read a poem, and, yet, his poem is very brusque and straight to the point, but that could just be his style.
- "Atomic Pantoum" by Peter Meinke. Having looked at the form before reading this, I was really surprised. I thought the whole A, B, C, D, thing meant that the poem was rhyming, but it was actually repeating those lines, and you would think that the poem wouldn't be interesting because it repeated certain lines, but it was actually the repetition that made the poem interesting because that line could mean something completely different in a different stanza. Also, the poem was really interesting, too, it wasn't just the rhyme, I could really see how the repetition really affected the poem, and one of the much repeated lines was "in a chain reaction" and it almost makes me want to cry how truthful and saddening that line is, especially in this poem.
- "Reading Myself" by Robert Lowell. I find this poem very interesting, although, having read it three times already, I'm still not sure I quite understand it, but that's okay. What I do understand is that he is saying, is he is never finished with his writing. He metaphors his job to that of a bee, and asks is the bee ever finished working, as even when it does make it's required amount of honey, a bear can come along and take it, or destroy it. It causes me to think that even when we think we've done our best work ever, we can still create something that is even better, and should we stop just because we think we've made our best?
- "To My Wife" by J.V. Cunningham. I like this poem because it shows how their loved changed as they grew older. It shows that no love remains the same. It's like how many people say now, that the couple's are out of their "honeymoon phase" and that's when people either weather through the troubles or get a divorce. It seems to me, that these two went through the honeymoon stage, and learned to love each other in different ways as they grew older.
- "Writing" by Howard Nemerov. I like this one, and not just because my ambition is to become a writer. I like how he uses different things as writing, such as the ice skater's trail in ice is a history of where the skater has been and what he or she has done. He also remarks on the how we, ourselves, have left our own writings on the earth. For example, we create buildings that reflect of our times, and the slow disappearance of oil and gas from our earth as we use it to fill up our cars, also is a writing of what we have done.
- "Mind" by Richard Wilbur. I love the metaphor for the mind: a bat. However, to me, it makes perfect sense. Without our five senses, or even if we lost one or two of those senses, our mind would be worthless because we wouldn't be able to make out what we are saying and be able to tell of their sensations in other ways. So without our senses, we would be similar to a bat that couldn't hear. Also, the last two lines are very humorous. "That in the very happiest intellection/ A graceful error may correct the cave."
- "Ménage à Trois" by Howard Moss. This is a delightful poem about him and two other people letting people who are around them, but don't know them think what they like. He and the other two people have absolutely no sexual relationship to the other, and he even says they do not get along. However, they are the sensation, and people speculate who is sleeping with whom? They keep them guessing. His roommates play along with they're speculation, though, having a squabble outside the door. I found it very amusing.
- "Why I Am Not a Painter" by Frank O'Hara. This is another amusing piece or literature, or at least it is to me. In the second stanza, O'Hara tells us about his friends problems with poetry with Sardines. At first he says that he needs the image there, and then later he says that the sardines were too much, and just left the letters. Why it is amusing, though is the third stanza. O'Hara says that when he thinks of the color orange, he write a line about orange, and then has a whole page, and says that there should be so much more, not oranges, but words, and then when he is finished, he realizes that he doesn't even mention an orange, and has twelve poems that he calls Oranges. Just as his friends calls his painting Sardines.
- "Reflective" by A.R. Ammons. This poem doesn't have very many words, but it's like a direct hit. It basically says that we all have weeds in ourselves, and why do we judge someone for something that is in all of us?
- "The Dream" by Irving Feldman. This poem deeply resonates within me because I have been guilty of doing the same thing. It starts off about how he has a dream where someone he loved comes back, and yet, he tells them why couldn't they wait one more day, and then leads into saying how many people ask the same thing of Messiah. He remarks how our "little pleasures so deeply wished./ that Heaven's coming has to seem bad luck". I have to admit that I have thought the very same, how my little pleasure's, like finishing a book series, has caused me to not wish for the Messiah's return.
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