Beruflich Dokumente
Kultur Dokumente
PART I______________________________________________________________________________
You may be assigned to write sonnets or other formal poems, or you may undertake such a project
yourself. But, as you revise your formal poems, sometimes you may move away from strict adherence to
form. In such cases, what has been gained from the formal exercise?
The composition process has likely made you more aware of your literary heritage, helped you to
generate new ideas and vocabulary, encouraged you to reshape your usual constructions and fit your
expression into a memorable configuration, and prompted you to compose musical lines. And, even if you
dont end up with a recognizable sonnet, sestina, villanelle, pantoum, ghazal, etc. in the end, you may
have found what Seamus Heaney calls a donne. Read the follow excerpt of an essay The Makings of a
Music by Heaney.
Well come back to this idea and get down to writing at the end of handouthang in there for the next
couple pages.
PART II_____________________________________________________________________________
Poet Richard Blanco, who read at Obamas inauguration, was recently interviewed on NPR. (The piece,
about being the first immigrant, Latino and openly gay poet chosen to read at an inauguration is here:
http://www.npr.org/2014/04/25/306530056/inaugural-poet-richard-blanco-i-finally-felt-like-i-was-home .)
This prompted me to remember Frosts famous recitation of The Gift Outright at Kennedys
inauguration.
The Gift Outright
By Robert Frost
The land was ours before we were the lands.
She was our land more than a hundred years
Before we were her people. She was ours
In Massachusetts, in Virginia,
But we were Englands, still colonials,
Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,
Possessed by what we now no more possessed.
Something we were withholding made us weak
Until we found out that it was ourselves
We were withholding from our land of living,
And forthwith found salvation in surrender.
Such as we were we gave ourselves outright
(The deed of gift was many deeds of war)
To the land vaguely realizing westward,
But still unstoried, artless, unenhanced,
Such as she was, such as she would become.
Opinions on the poem vary. Jay Parini compliments, One can hardly imagine a better brief description
of our national history than Frost's image of the land vaguely realizing westward. Both vaguely and
realizing are unexpected, and perfect. The poet gets the haphazard, unplanned quality of the process in
the former term and underscores the seeming historic inevitability of it in the latterThat they remained
unstoried, artless, unenhanced is also part of the story, and Frost does not (as a lesser, merely patriotic
poet might have done) overly praise these conquerors, who even seem more like a virus than a nation.
Meanwhile Derek Walcott critiques, This was the calm reassurance of American destiny that provoked
Tonto's response to the Lone Ranger. No slavery, no colonization of Native Americans, a process of
dispossession and then possession, but nothing about the dispossession of others that this destiny
demanded. The choice of poem was not visionary so much as defensive.
However controversial the stance of Frosts poem is, it is a piece of writing that sticks in our national
memory, and the reminder of the power of well-crafted lines. One of these lines is echoed in Larry Leviss
later poem, The Poet at Seventeen.
Levis appropriates Frosts phrasing in the last line of this poem to draw different, nuanced conclusions
about the American landowner, in his own, distinct voice.
Consider, what lines have you read or written that haunt the mind?
PART 3______________________________________________________________________________
Find a donne:
Review poems by published writers you respect and select a line so good it deserves an encore.
Recast it for contemporary times. Rebut it. Reinforce it. Draft a new poem that serves anothers
line, but draws your own, new conclusions. (Remember to credit the original author.) Or:
Look back over a draft of what you might have considered a failed formal poem and see if you
can find a line that haunts the ear and the eager parts of the mind. Use it as a tuning fork for
your orchestra. Salvage it. Build a whole new poem around your stand-out piece.
Use each word in the line (or lines) as an end word in your poem.
Give credit to the poet who originally wrote the line (or lines).
The new poem does not have to be about the same subject as the poem that offers the end words.
The recommended length of the line you borrow is 6 to 24 words, which means there will be 6 to 24 lines
in the poem you create. Choose a striking line that contains some unusual words.
This will all make more sense when you look at an example. Rather than one line, Hayes borrowed
Gwendolyn Brooks whole poem:
We Real Cool
By Gwendolyn Brooks
The Pool Players.
Seven at the Golden Shovel.
We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon
He turned it into the following, original poem. See how each of Brooks words appears at the end of his
lines? (Ive added the underlining to get you started.)
II. 1991
Into the tented city we go, weakened by the fires ethereal
afterglow. Born lost and cooler than heartache. What we
know is what we know. The left
hand severed and schooled by cleverness. A plate of weekdays cooking. The hour lurking in the afterglow. A latenight chant. Into the city we
go. Close your eyes and strike
a blow. Light can be straightened by its shadow. What we
break is what we hold. A singular blue note. An outcry singed exiting the throat. We
push until we thin, thinking we wont creep back again.
While God licks his kin, we
sing until our blood is jazz,
we swing from June to June.
We sweat to keep from weeping. Groomed on a diet of hunger, we end too soon.
Not sure how it works? Try out this Dream Songs mad-lib generator, which points out the wonderfully
effective inversions and comic timing of Berrymans constructions, for a simplified introduction (and
certainly some laughs):
http://www.wordblanks.com/mad-libs/story/12073