‹‹ V.18 No.16 | April 16 - 22, 2009
Dead Poets Society
The connections between art, madness and tragedy are often sensationalized. Far be it for us to go against that grain. Match these famous poets with the way they died and some of their verses. Happy Poetry Month!
a. Self-induced carbon monoxide poisoning
b. Drowned under mysterious circumstances
c. Died in a dune buggy accident on Fire Island
d. Died of tuberculosis at 25
e. Pretty old
g. Died in Paris of inoperable cancer
h. Was really, really old
Verses A:"You do not always know what I am feeling.Last night in the warm spring air while I wasblazing my tirade against someone who doesn'tinterest me, it was love for you that set me afire, and isn't it odd? for in rooms full ofstrangers my most tender feelingswrithe and bear the fruit of screaming."From "For Grace After a Party"B:"Winged, to be winged means that white is yellow and pieces pieces that are brown are dust color if dust is washed off, then it is choice that is to say it is fitting cigarettes sooner than paper.An increase why is an increase idle, why is silver cloister, why is the spark brighter, if it is brighter is there any result, hardly more than ever."From "Tender Buttons [A Box]"C:"Darkling I listen; and, for many a timeI have been half in love with easeful Death,Call’d him soft names in many a mused rhyme,To take into the air my quiet breath;Now more than ever seems it rich to die,To cease upon the midnight with no pain,While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroadIn such an ecstasy!Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—To thy high requiem become a sod."From "Ode to a Nightingale" D:"My darling, the wind falls in like stonesfrom the whitehearted water and when we touchwe enter touch entirely. No one's alone.Men kill for this, or for as much.And what of the dead? They lie without shoesin the stone boats. They are more like stonethan the sea would be if it stopped. They refuseto be blessed, throat, eye and knucklebone."From "The Truth the Dead Know"E:"On the day the world endsWomen walk through the fields under their umbrellas,A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,Vegetable peddlers shout in the streetAnd a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,The voice of a violin lasts in the airAnd leads into a starry night.And those who expected lightning and thunderAre disappointed.And those who expected signs and archangels' trumpsDo not believe it is happening now.As long as the sun and the moon are above,As long as the bumblebee visits a rose,As long as rosy infants are bornNo one believes it is happening now."From "A Song on the End of the World"F:"Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful!We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earthor we climb to the knife edge of the snow with the voices of the deaddahlias. But forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist;flesh exists. Kisses tie our mouthsin a thicket of new veins,and whoever his pain pains will feel that pain foreverand whoever is afraid of death will carry it on his shoulders."From "City That Does Not Sleep"G:"We real cool. WeLeft school. WeLurk late. WeStrike straight. WeSing sin. WeThin gin. WeJazz June. WeDie soon."From "We Real Cool"H:"The warm sun is falling, the bleak wind is wailing,The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the YearOn the earth is her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying."From "Autumn: A Dirge"
ANSWERS : 1) e. G, 2) d. C. 3) f. F, 4) h. E, 5) c. A, 6) a. D, 7) b. H, 8) g. B