luka

Well-known member
It's enjoyable to read but has nothing to do with poetry at all.

When day was gone,
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And from their occupations out of doors
The Son and Father were come home, even then,
Their labour did not cease; unless when all
Turned to the cleanly supper-board, and there,
Each with a mess of pottage and skimmed milk,
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Sat round the basket piled with oaten cakes,
And their plain home-made cheese. 😂😂😂😂😂
 

Corpsey

bandz ahoy
I don't remember the smileys 🤔

Can't poetry tell a story? I've read bits of the Prelude which aren't dissimilar to this, so what makes that poetry?

Is it the lack of metaphorical language? Or lack of overt musicality?

To me reading it, I thought it did resemble a short story or a novel more than the typical lyric poem, but that made me think oh poetry can be something else than what I thought it was, the iambic rhythm and variations add something to this, and the emotion of the story melds (at times) perfectly with the metre, with the stresses

Whereas I guess you think the iambic metre is sort of superficial here?
 

Corpsey

bandz ahoy
I read "Resolution and Independence" last night before bed, which has got a lot of beautifully expressed shit in it

"...--on the moors
The hare is running races in her mirth;
And with her feet she from the plashy earth
Raises a mist, that, glittering in the sun,
Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run."

"
But, as it sometimes chanceth, from the might
Of joys in minds that can no further go,
As high as we have mounted in delight
In our dejection do we sink as low;"

Harold Bloom reckons it's the most influential shorter poem WW wrote -- because of the theme of a poet in crisis being rescued by a chance (or Fated) encounter. In R&I it's an elderly ass leech gatherer (the epiphanic old man again), to whom I suppose WW is comparing himself, a solitary, lonely, beaten up wanderer, searching for increasingly rare means of earning his crust.
 

Corpsey

bandz ahoy
Not often do I fly, thank fuck. Alas!
I cannot avoid it, sadly; we have
To go back, see the parents, and get
Real fucked up, etc. We have to fly...
 
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