You ask whether your poems are good. You send them to publishers; you compare them with other poems; you are disturbed when certain publishers reject your attempts. Well now, since you have given me permission to advise you, I suggest that you give all that up. You are looking outward and, above all else, that […]
‘pity this busy monster, manunkind’ E. E. Cummings pity this busy monster, manunkind, not. Progress is a comfortable disease: your victim (death and life safely beyond) plays with the bigness of his littleness — electrons deify one razorblade into a mountainrange; lenses extend unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish returns on its unself. A world […]
Be Near Me Faiz Ahmed Faiz, 1911 – 1984 Be near me now, My tormenter, my love, be near me— At this hour when night comes down, When, having drunk from the gash of sunset, darkness comes With the balm of musk in its hands, its diamond lancets, When it comes with cries of lamentation, […]
Delicate Cluster Walt Whitman, 1819 – 1892 Delicate cluster! flag of teeming life! Covering all my lands! all my sea-shores lining! Flag of death! (how I watch’d you through the smoke of battle pressing! How I heard you flap and rustle, cloth defiant!) Flag cerulean! sunny flag! with the orbs of night dappled! Ah my […]
[With feedback] The fear of being read looses its power to block or stifle. S. Kaye, Writing Under Pressure
Let America Be America Again Langston Hughes, 1902 – 1967 Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. (America never was America to me.) Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed— Let […]
Come slowly – Eden! (205) BY EMILY DICKINSON Come slowly – Eden! Lips unused to Thee – Bashful – sip thy Jessamines – As the fainting Bee – Reaching late his flower, Round her chamber hums – Counts his nectars – Enters – and is lost in Balms.
Writers need to build in their own rewards, and not get caught up in longing or perfecting themselves for acceptance, gratitude, or honor. S. Kaye, Writing Under Pressure ALL THE EMPHASIS!!
The World Is Too Much With Us BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;— Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The […]
As a writer, you will always have too much material, most of which you will have to leave out. What you want is to suggest, to prompt the reader’s mind. S. Kaye, Writing Under Pressure