Modern and Post Modern Poetry
Dr. P. B. THORBOLE
Presents
Characteristics of Modern Poetry
Symbolism and Imagism
Imagism
Symbolism
Edgar Lee Masters
Edgar Lee Masters
Spoon River Anthology
“Blind Jack”
I HAD fiddled all day at the county fair.
But driving home, "Butch" Weldy and Jack
McGuire, who were roaring full, made me fiddle and fiddle to the song of Susie Skinner, while whipping the horses till they ran away. Blind as I was, I tried to get out as the carriage fell in the ditch, and was caught in the wheels and killed. There's a blind man here with a brow as big and white as a cloud. And all we fiddlers, from highest to lowest, writers of music and tellers of stories, sit at his feet and hear him sing of the fall of Troy.
Ralph Rhodes
ALL they said was true:
I wrecked my father's bank with my loans to dabble in wheat; but this was true-- I was buying wheat for him as well, who couldn't margin the deal in his name because of his church relationship. And while George Reece was serving his term I chased the will-o-the-wisp of women and the mockery of wine in New York. It's deathly to sicken of wine and women when nothing else is left in life. But suppose your head is gray, and bowed on a table covered with acrid stubs of cigarettes and empty glasses, and a knock is heard, and you know it's the knock so long drowned out by popping corks and the pea-cock screams of demireps-- and you look up, and there's your theft, who waited until your head was gray, and your heart skipped beats to say to you: the game is ended. I've called for you, Go out on Broadway and be run over, they'll ship you back to Spoon River.
“Thomas Rhodes”
VERY well, you liberals
And navigators into realms intellectual, You sailors through heights imaginative, Blown about by erratic currents, tumbling into air pockets, You Margaret Fuller Slacks, Petits, And Tennessee Claflin Shopes– You tound with all your boasted wisdom How hard at the last it is To keep the soul from splitting into cellular atoms. While we, seekers of earth's treasures Getters and hoarders of gold, Are self-contained, compact, harmonized, Even to the end.
Metapoetry
Metapoetry
Robert Frost�1874-1963
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
Robert Frost
e.e. cummings
e. e. cummings
“in Just-”�cummings never titled his poems…sorta like Emily Dickinson ☺
in Just-
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Characteristics of Post-Modern Poetry (1945-1985)
Post Modern Poetry
Post Modern Poetry