"The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams
so much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white
Had to set down the entire poem. I had such fun with this poem as an English teacher in another life. I used it as a basis for descriptive writing.
"Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking" by Walt Whitman
I was mesmerized by the beauty of Whitman's word choice for this poem I read for an assignment in college. That memory is one permanently etched in my mind like the day of JFK's assassination.
|OUT of the cradle endlessly rocking,|
|Out of the mocking-bird’s throat, the musical shuttle,|
|Out of the Ninth-month midnight,|
|Over the sterile sands, and the fields beyond, where the child, leaving his bed, wander’d alone, bare-headed, barefoot,|
Almost any Emily Dickinson poem:
Here's one stanza:
There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
"Mending Wall" by Robert Frost
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
"The Waste Land" by T.S. Eliot (my favorite poem)
|APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding|
|Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing|
|Memory and desire, stirring|
|Dull roots with spring rain.|
A continuing post...