2018年2月22日 星期四

William Stafford (1914~1993) wrote a new poem every day for over 50 years

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William Stafford - What Happens When You Get Lost



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William Stafford, in full William Edgar Stafford, (born January 17, 1914, Hutchinson, Kansas, U.S.—died August 28, 1993, Lake Oswego, Oregon), American poet whose work explores man’s relationship with nature. He formed the habit of rising early to write every day, often musing on the minutia of life.

Stafford attended the University of Kansas (B.A., 1937; M.A., 1945) and the State University of Iowa, where he received a doctorate in 1955. A conscientious objector, he participated in outdoor work camps during World War II, and these experiences were the basis for his master’s thesis, which was published as Down in My Heart (1947). In 1968 he joined the faculty of Lewis and Clark College in Portland, Oregon, serving as English professor from 1960 to 1980. Stafford also was poetry consultant to the Library of Congress (1970–71; now poet laureate consultant in poetry) and poet laureate of Oregon (1975–90).

A prolific poet, Stafford often wrote about the American West while exploring universal themes. West of Your City, his first poetry collection , was published in 1960. In Traveling Through the Dark (1962),a volume of restrained and introspective verse , Stafford revealed his fascination with self-searching and discovery; it received the National Book Award for Poetry in 1962. Later collections include Allegiances (1970), A Glass Face in the Rain (1982), and An Oregon Message (1987). Stafford’s style is often described as accessible, straightforward, and intimate. In an interview published in The Paris Review, he characterized his writing as “a back and forth with the people in your town, in your street, in the field where you’re working, or the camp where you are.”

Stafford also wrote criticism and edited several anthologies. In Writing the Australian Crawl (1978) he described his writing process.













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William Stafford wrote a new poem every day for over 50 years


He was America's poet laureate. His poetry was accessible and timeless.


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2018年2月15日 星期四

ThomasGray’s great ‘Elegy in a Country Churchyard’

“Full many a desert flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air”.
#ThomasGray’s great ‘Elegy in a Country Churchyard’ was first published #onthisday 1751. Two years later the celebrated edition with designs by Richard Bentley appeared. Here it is:

2018年1月31日 星期三

哈代詩選


不知道有沒收此首
"The Rambler" by Thomas Hardy
I do not see the hills around,
Nor mark the tints the copses wear;
I do not note the grassy ground 
And constellated daisies there.
I hear not the contralto note
Of cuckoos hid on either hand,
The whirr that shakes the nighthawk's throat
When eve's brown awning hoods the land.
Some say each songster, tree and mead--
All eloquent of love divine--
Receives their constant careful heed:
Such keen appraisement is not mine.
The tones around me that I hear,
The aspects, meanings, shapes I see,
Are those far back ones missed when near,
And now perceived too late by me!
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Poems: Hardy contains poems from Moments of Vision, Satires of Circumstance, Veteris Vestigia Flammae, Heredity, Short Stories, Afterwards, and an index of first lines. READ more here: https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/…/hardy-poems-by-thomas…/



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2018年1月30日 星期二

"Barbarian" by Arthur Rimbaud

"Barbarian" by Arthur Rimbaud
Long after the days and the seasons, and people and countries.
The banner of raw meat against the silk of seas and arctic flowers;
(they do not exist). Recovered from the old fanfares of heroism,-- 
which still attack the heart and head,-- far from the old assassins.
-- Oh! the banner of raw meat against the silk of seas and arctic flowers;
(they do not exist).-- Bliss! Live embers raining in gusts of frost.--
Bliss!-- fires in the rain of the wind of diamonds
flung out by the earth's heart eternally carbonized for us.
-- O world! (Far from the old retreats and the old flames, still heard, still felt.)
Fire and foam. Magic, veering of chasms and clash of icicles against the stars.
O bliss, O world, O music! And forms, sweat, eyes
and long hair floating there. And white tears boiling,--
O bliss!-- and the feminine voice reaching to the bottom of volcanoes
and grottos of the arctic seas. The banner...
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Poems: Rimbaud contains selections from Rimbaud’s work, including over 100 poems, selected prose, "Letter to Paul Demeny, May 15, 1871," and an index of first lines. READ an excerpt here: https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/…/rimbaud-poems-by-arth…/

2018年1月28日 星期日

"An Irish Airman Foresees His Death" by William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)



Wikipedia

"An Irish Airman Foresees His Death" is a poem by Irish poet William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) written in 1918 and first published in the Macmillan edition of The Wild Swans at Coole in 1919.[1] The poem is a soliloquy given by an aviator in the First World War in which the narrator describes the circumstances surrounding his imminent death. The poem is a work that discusses the role of Irish soldiers fighting for the United Kingdom during a time when they were trying to establish independence for Ireland. Wishing to show restraint from publishing political poems during the height of the war, Yeats withheld publication of the poem until after the conflict had ended.[2]

Poem[edit]

I know that I shall meet my fate,
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

2018年1月25日 星期四

Martin Puchner'sreview of THE WRITTEN WORLD How literature shaped history

Writing wrongs







https://www.the-tls.co.uk/articles/public/writing-wrongs-written-world/?CMP=Sprkr-_-Editorial-_-TimesLiterarySupplement
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Modigliani and Anna Akhmatova

這幅畫,最早讀自:
熊宗慧 《俄羅斯私風景:走過生活,讀過文學 時代的不安與女人的心事--阿赫瑪托娃的情詩》2013,pp.244-54,
我去Thames and Hudson的World of Art叢書確認。
現在,英國的報紙www.telegraph.co.uk也寫他倆的故事了。

Modigliani and the Russian beauty: the affair that changed him ...

今天讀倫敦書評,前2段:
Modigliani would be out drinking in Paris when a sudden desire came over him to remove his clothes, flex his naked body, and give a performance of Dante’s Divine Comedy. If it wasn’t Dante then it was something else – he could recite dozens of poems from memory, even while drunk, a skill that served him particularly well when he met the young Russian poet Anna Akhmatova in 1910 and determined to win her heart. She was on her honeymoon at the time but Modigliani was undeterred. They soon began an affair, absconding to the Jardin du Luxembourg to sit in the rain and intone the poetry of Verlaine. “We rejoiced that we both remembered the same work of his”, Akhmatova recalled later.
Modigliani captured her on paper, nude and perpendicular and as long in body and round in stomach as a butternut squash. And he drew her clothed and sphinx-like on a chaise longue. He is said to have sketched her sixteen times in all. Their relationship did not last, but Akhmatova took the drawings back to Russia and hung one on her wall. When we meet her in Martin Puchner’s vivid new history of writing, she is twice divorced but still reciting poetry, this time her own and to friends in Leningrad in the 1930s. Modigliani’s is one of the rare sheets of paper left in her home. She has burned the drafts of her latest poems after committing them to memory and is anxiously entrusting them to a group of women to remember until the Great Purge is over, and it is safe enough to write them down. Her devastating Requiem was finally published in Germany in 1963 and in Russia in 1989.
https://www.the-tls.co.uk/articles/public/writing-wrongs-written-world/?CMP=Sprkr-_-Editorial-_-TimesLiterarySupplement-_-

Anna Akhmatova, 1911 by Amedeo Modigliani. Expressionism. nude painting (nu)
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LRB · Virginia Woolf · The Symbol

Virginia Woolf was born #otd in 1882. Her story 'The Symbol' had not previously appeared in print when we published it in 1985. The typescript, originally called 'Inconclusions', was dated 1941; it seems to have been among the last stories she wrote.
There was a little dent on the top of the mountain like a crater on the moon. It was filled with snow, iridescent like a pigeon’s breast, or dead white.
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