/lit/ - Literature

What are the "current" poetry movements? Are there any current poetry movements? What happened to poetry guize?

"For Anne Gregory", W. B. Yeats

'Never shall a young man,
Thrown into despair
By those great honey-coloured
Ramparts at your ear,
Love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.'
'But I can get a hair-dye
And set such colour there,
Brown, or black, or carrot,
That young men in despair
May love me for myself alone
And not my yellow hair.'
'I heard an old religious man
But yesternight declare
That he had found a text to prove
That only God, my dear,
Could love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.'

<3

WB Yeats
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower[20]
And Agamemnon dead.

Being so caught up,

So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?

I'd let Yeats bum me if we were in jail or something.

ahem

Woe is me!

You are the cancer that is killing /lit/, btw.

good god, what a grafter

>>1503336
>>1503326

Leda and the Swan
by W. B. Yeats

A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?


Booyakasha etc.

>>1499035

I Hear an Army Charging Upon the Land

I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:
Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers.

They cry unto the night their battle-name:
I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.
They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,
Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.

They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair:
They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore.
My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?
My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?

James Joyce


Fuck Finnegan's fucking Wake.

>>1499043

I'm not currently trying to express myself artistically. If i were, I wouldn't waste my time or yours by producing a thousand pages of quaisi-grammatical literary masturbation, then selling it on Oprah.

So hot.

FUCK YEAR Yeats

Hey /lit/....what makes good poetry?

From what I understand it's a pretty free form with no real rules....am I completely wrong here? Anyways, what makes 'good' poetry? Is there anything beyond personal preference?

I mean, I can spot bad poetry easily (whiny angsty kinds of stuff), but well, is there anything else I should have an eye for?

Pic related; I don't know a wide variety of poets but I do love me some Yeats.

>>618615
Srsly bro, come back to Ireland, I'll produce your play and everything this time!
Srsly.

For ease.

Spends too much time in a Gyre.