Реферат: The Shampoo Essay Research Paper Insomnia The

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(and perhaps with pride, at herself,
where the shadows are really the body,
where the heavens are shallow as the sea
It was cold and windy, scarcely the day
Everything was withdrawn as far as possible,
indrawn: the tide far out, the ocean shrunken,
and blew back the low, inaudible rollers
–it was the color of mutton-fat jade.
Along the wet sand, in rubber boots, we followed
they were more like lion-prints). Then we came on
lengths and lengths, endless, of wet white string,
looping up to the tide-line, down to the water,
over and over. Finally, they did end:
a thick white snarl, man-size, awash,
rising on every wave, a sodden ghost,
falling back, sodden, giving up the ghost…
I wanted to get as far as my proto-dream-house,
my crypto-dream-house, that crooked box
a sort of artichoke of a house, but greener
(boiled with bicarbonate of soda?),
protected from spring tides by a palisade
(Many things about this place are dubious.)
I’d like to retire there and do nothing,
or nothing much, forever, in two bare rooms:
look through binoculars, read boring books,
old, long, long books, and write down useless notes,
watch the droplets slipping, heavy with light.
would waver, doubled in the window.
There must be a stove; there is a chimney,
–at least, at the back another wire
A light to read by–perfect! But–impossible.
And that day the wind was much too cold
and of course the house was boarded up.
On the way back our faces froze on the other side.
The sun came out for just a minute.
For just a minute, set in their bezels of sand,
and all those high enough threw out long shadows,
individual shadows, then pulled them in again.
They could have been teasing the lion sun,
–a sun who’d walked the beach the last low tide,
making those big, majestic paw-prints,
who perhaps had batted a kite out of the sky to play with.
his net, in the gloaming almost invisible,
The air smells so strong of codfish
it makes one’s nose run and one’s eyes water.
The five fishhouses have steeply peaked roofs
and narrow, cleated gangplanks slant up
for the wheelbarrows to be pushed up and down on.
All is silver: the heavy surface of the sea,
swelling slowly as if considering spilling over,
is opaque, but the silver of the benches,
the lobster pots, and masts, scattered
like the small old buildings with an emerald moss
The big fish tubs are completely lined
with layers of beautiful herring scales
and the wheelbarrows are similarly plastered
with small iridescent flies crawling on them.
Up on the little slope behind the houses,
set in the sparse bright sprinkle of grass,
cracked, with two long bleached handles
and some melancholy stains, like dried blood,
The old man accepts a Lucky Strike.
We talk of the decline in the population
while he waits for a herring boat to come in.
There are sequins on his vest and on his thumb.
He has scraped the scales, the principal beauty,
from unnumbered fish with that black old knife,
the blade of which is almost worn away.
Down at the water’s edge, at the place
where they haul up the boats, up the long ramp
descending into the water, thin silver
across the gray stones, down and down
Cold dark deep and absolutely clear,
to fish and to seals. . . One seal particularly
I have seen here evening after evening.
He was curious about me. He was interested in music;
like me a believer in total immersion,
so I used to sing him Baptist hymns.
I also sang “A Mighty Fortress Is Our God.”
He stood up in the water and regarded me
steadily, moving his head a little.
Then he would disappear, then suddenly emerge
almost in the same spot, with a sort of shrug
as if it were against his better judgment.
Cold dark deep and absolutely clear,
the clear gray icy water. . . Back, behind us,
bluish, associating with their shadows,
waiting for Christmas. The water seems suspended
above the rounded gray and blue-gray stones.
I have seen it over and over, the same sea, the same,
slightly, indifferently swinging above the stones,
above the stones and then the world.
your bones would begin to ache and your hand would burn
as if the water were a transmutation fo fire
that feeds on stones and burns with a dark gray flame.
If you tasted it, it would first taste bitter,
then briny, then surely burn your tongue.
It is like what we imagine knowledge to be:
dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free,
of the world, derived from the rocky breasts
forever, flowing and drawn, and since
our knowledge is historical, flowing, and flown.
Meeting a hollow wind like a coffin in the air
There are stars in the roof of your mouth
And a glowworm at the root of your tongue
by spreading, gray, concentric shocks.
to meet the rings around the moon, although
within our memories they have not changed
The shooting stars in your black hair
–Come, let me wash it in this big tin basin,
[a reader requesting advice on how to become a poet]
…I think you have set up difficulties for yourself that perhaps don’t really exist at all. I don’t know what “poetic tools & structures” are, unless you mean traditional forms. Which one can use or not, as one sees fit. If you feel you are “moralizing” too much–just cut the morals off–or out. (Quite often young poets tend to try to tie everything up neatly in 2 or 3 beautiful last lines and it is quite surprising how the poems are improved if the poet can bear to sacrifice those last, pat, beautiful lines.) Your third problem–why shouldn’t the poet appear in the poem? There are several tricks–”I” or “we” or “he” or “she” or even “one”–or somebody’s name. Someone is talking, after all–but of course the idea is to prevent that particular tone of voice from growing monotonous.
From what you say, I think perhaps you are actually trying too hard–or reading too much about poetry and not enough poetry. Prosody–metrics–etc. are fascinating–but they all come afterwards, obviously. And I always ask my writing classes NOT to read criticism.
Read a lot of poetry–all the time–and not 20th-century poetry. Read Campion, Herbert, Pope, Tennyson, Coleridge–anything at all almost that’s any good, from the past–until you find out what you really like, by yourself. Even if you try to initiate it exactly–it will come out quite different. Then the great poets of our own century–Marianne Moore, Auden, Wallace Stevens–and not just 2 or 3 poems each, in anthologies–read ALL of somebody. Then read his or her life, and letters, and so on. (And by all means read Keats’s Letters.) Then see what happens.
That’s really all I can say. It can’t be done, apparently, by willpower and study alone–or by being “with it”–but I really don’t know how poetry gets to be written. There is a mystery & a surprise, and after that a great deal of hard work…

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