Early years[ edit ] The Reverend John Keblewho would become one of the leaders of the Oxford Movementstood as godfather to Matthew. InArnold was tutored by his uncle, Rev.
Walking the Line Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above the cabin, along the wall— Stones gathered from the level field nearby When first we cleared it.
Angry bumblebees Stung the two mules. And then the field: On the sunnier slope, the wild plums that my mother Later would make preserves of, to give to friends Or sell, in autumn, with the foxgrape, quince, Elderberry, and muscadine.
Across the road, on a steeper hill, the settlers Set a house, unpainted, the porch fallen in, The road a red clay strip without a bridge, A shallow stream that liked to overflow.
Then, here And there, back from the road, the specimen Shrubs and small trees my father planted, some Taller than we were, some in bloom, some berried, And some we still brought water to.
We always Paused at the weed-filled hole beside the beech That, one year, brought forth beech nuts by the thousands, A hole still reminiscent of the man Chewing tobacco in among his whiskers My father happened on, who, discovered, told Of dreaming he should dig there for the gold And promised to give half of what he found.
During the wars with Germany and Japan, Descendents of the settlers, of Oliver Brand Famous essays on poetry of that man built Flying Fortresses For Lockheed, in Atlanta; now they build Brick mansions in the woods they left, with lawns To paved and lighted streets, azaleas, camellias Blooming among the pines and tulip trees— Mercedes Benz and Cadillac Republicans.
A noble spring Under the oak root cooled his milk and butter. Barred Rocks, our chickens; one, a rooster, splendid Sliver and grey, red comb and long sharp spurs, Once chased Aunt Jennie as far as the daphne bed The two big king snakes were familiars of. Once, in Stone Mountain, Travelers, stopped for gas, drove off with Smokey; Angrily, grievingly, leaving his work, my father Traced the car and found them way far south, Had them arrested and, bringing Smokey home, Was proud as Sherlock Holmes, and happier.
Mort was the hired man sent to us by Fortune, Childlike enough to lead us. He brought home, Although he could not even drive a tractor, Cheated, a worthless car, which we returned.
Early one morning Mort called out, lying helpless by the bridge.
His ashes we let drift where the magnolia We planted as a stem divides the path The others lie, too young, at Silver Hill, Except my mother. Ninety-five, she lives Three thousand miles away, beside the bare Pacific, in rooms that overlook the Mission, The Riviera, and the silver range La Cumbre east.
Magnolia grandiflora And one druidic live oak guard the view. Proudly around the walls, she shows her paintings Of twenty years ago: Alert, still quick of speech, a little blind, Active, ready for laughter, open to fear, Pity, and wonder that such things may be, Some Sundays, I think, she must walk the line, Aunt Jennie, too, if she were still alive, And Eleanor, whose story is untold, Their presences like muses, prompting me In my small study, all listening to the sea, All of one mind, the true posterity.
In how short a span doth all Nature change, How quickly she smoothes with her hand serene— And how rarely she snaps, in her ceaseless range, The links that bound our hearts to the scene. Our beautiful bowers are all laid waste; The fir is felled that our names once bore; Our rows of roses, by urchins' haste, Are destroyed where they leap the barrier o'er.
The fount is walled in where, at noonday pride, She so gayly drank, from the wood descending; In her fairy hand was transformed the tide, And it turned to pearls through her fingers wending The wild, rugged path is paved with spars, Where erst in the sand her footsteps were traced, When so small were the prints that the surface mars, That they seemed to smile ere by mine effaced.
The bank on the side of the road, day by day, Where of old she awaited my loved approach, Is now become the traveller's way To avoid the track of the thundering coach. Here the forest contracts, there the mead extends, Of all that was ours, there is little left— Like the ashes that wildly are whisked by winds, Of all souvenirs is the place bereft.
Do we live no more—is our hour then gone? Will it give back naught to our hungry cry? The breeze answers my call with a mocking tone, The house that was mine makes no reply. For none upon earth can achieve his scheme, The best as the worst are futile here: We awake at the selfsame point cf the dream— All is here begun, and finished elsewhere.
In our fields, in our paths, shall strangers stray, In thy wood, my dearest, new lovers go lost, And other fair forms in the stream shall play Which of old thy delicate feet have crossed.
Author of "Critical Essays. The singers of successive hours of centuries may have ostensible names, but the name of each of them is one of the singers, The name of each is, eye-singer, ear-singer, head-singer, sweet-singer, echo-singer, parlor-singer, love-singer, or something else.
All this time, and at all times, wait the words of true poems; The words of true poems do not merely please, The true poets are not followers of beauty, but the august masters of beauty; The greatness of sons is the exuding of the greatness of mothers and fathers, The words of poems are the tuft and final applause of science.
Divine instinct, breadth of vision, the law of reason, health, rudeness of body, withdrawnness, Gayety, sun-tan, air-sweetness—such are some of the words of poems. The sailor and traveler underlie the maker of poems, the answerer; The builder, geometer, chemist, anatomist, phrenologist, artist—all these underlie the maker of poems, the answerer.
The words of the true poems give you more than poems, They give you to form for yourself, poems, religions, politics, war, peace, behavior, histories, essays, romances, and everything else, They balance ranks, colors, races, creeds, and the sexes, They do not seek beauty—they are sought, Forever touching them, or close upon them, follows beauty, longing, fain, love-sick.
They prepare for death—yet are they not the finish, but rather the outset, They bring none to his or her terminus, or to be content and full; Whom they take, they take into space, to behold the birth of stars, to learn one of the meanings, To launch off with absolute faith—to sweep through the ceaseless rings, and never be quiet again.
THE indications, and tally of time; Perfect sanity shows the master among philosophs; Time, always without flaw, indicates itself in parts; What always indicates the poet, is the crowd of the pleasant company of singers, and their words; The words of the singers are the hours or minutes of the light or dark—but the words of the maker of poems are the general light and dark; The maker of poems settles justice, reality, immortality, His insight and power encircle things and the human race, He is the glory and extract thus far, of things, and of the human race.
Where oft I've heard thy dulcet strain In mournful melody complain; When in the POPLAR'S trembling shade, At Evening's purple hour I've stray'd, While many a silken folded flow'r Wept on its couch of Gossamer, And many a time in pensive mood Upon the upland mead I've stood, To mark grey twilight's shadows glide Along the green hill's velvet side; To watch the perfum'd hand of morn Hang pearls upon the silver thorn, Till rosy day with lustrous eye In saffron mantle deck'd the sky, And bound the mountain's brow with fire, And ting'd with gold the village spire: While o'er the frosted vale below The amber tints began to glow: Then o'er the meadows cold and bleak, The glow-worm's glimm'ring lamp I seek.Read books online for free at Read Print.
Poe’s Poetry Questions and Answers. The Question and Answer section for Poe’s Poetry is a great resource to ask questions, find answers, and discuss the novel. - A famous poet once said, " I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty." That famous poet was known as Edgar Allan Poe and he is seen as one of the most significant writers from the romanticism era.
Although remembered now for his elegantly argued critical essays, Matthew Arnold () began his career as a poet, winning early recognition as a student at the Rugby School where his father, Thomas Arnold, had earned national acclaim as a strict and innovative headmaster.
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In one of his most famous essays on the topic, "The Study of Poetry", Arnold wrote that, "Without poetry, our science will appear incomplete; and most of what now passes with us for religion and philosophy will be replaced by poetry". Renzo D'Agnillo, The Poetry of Matthew Arnold (Rome: Aracne, ) External links.
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