4.+Beat+Poetry


 * This is a place for us to post any Beat poetry that we happen to like. All you need to do is open up the "Discussions" tabs and create a new post. Once you've pasted or typed in the poem with the author's name, others can read and comment on your poem selection.**

//Before examining some Beat poetry, first examine the characteristics of many Romantic poets. Notice the differences between this poet poems and the poetry from the Beat generation. Here is an example of some Romantic poetry; Samuel Coleridge's "Rime of the Ancient Mariner"//

It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. `By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?

The bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: Mayst hear the merry din.'

He holds him with his skinny hand, "There was a ship," quoth he. `Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon!' Eftsoons his hand dropped he.

Fourth Floor, Dawn, Up All Night Writing Letters, By: Allen Ginsberg

Pigeons shake their wings on the copper church roof out my window across the street, a bird perched on the cross surveys the city's blue-grey clouds. Larry Rivers 'll come at 10 AM and take my picture. I'm taking your picture, pigeons. I'm writing you down, Dawn. I'm immortalizing your exhaust, Avenue A bus. O Thought, now you'll have to think the same thing forever!

Just Walking Around, By: John Ashbery

What name do I have for you? Certainly there is not name for you In the sense that the stars have names That somehow fit them. Just walking around,

An object of curiosity to some, But you are too preoccupied By the secret smudge in the back of your soul To say much and wander around,

Smiling to yourself and others. It gets to be kind of lonely But at the same time off-putting. Counterproductive, as you realize once again

That the longest way is the most efficient way, The one that looped among islands, and You always seemed to be traveling in a circle. And now that the end is near

The segments of the trip swing open like an orange. There is light in there and mystery and food. Come see it. Come not for me but it. But if I am still there, grant that we may see each other.

Tree, By: Jack Kerouac

But a tree has a long suffering shape Is spread in half by 2 limbed fate Rises from gray rain pavements To traffic in the bleak brown air Of cities radar television nameless dumb & numb mis connicumb Throwing twigs the color of ink

To white souled heaven, with A reality of its own uses.

code format="text1" ANIMALS Frank O'Hara - 1950

Have you forgotten what we were like then when we were still first rate and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth

it's no use worrying about Time but we did have a few tricks up our sleeves and turned some sharp corners

the whole pasture looked like our meal we didn't need speedometers we could manage cocktails out of ice and water

I wouldn't want to be faster or greener than now if you were with me O you were the best of all my days

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