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I moved , and could not feel my limbs ; I was so light - almost I thought that I had died in sleep , And was a blessed ghost . He heareth sounds and seeth strange sights and commotions in the sky and the element .
Soft , soft , the air insisted : all things now Be muted to the night , be drugged , be dumb , Like that brown girl and boy who gravely move , Sleepwalking , toward each other ; like these leaves , Huge in a dream , luxurious with ...
Rank on rank the particles move forward in their dangerous precision . Across the first of the lesser fulcrums , the poet suddenly strikes a balance against his first image , amplifying the idea from literal description of traffic to an ...
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I have experienced this book in several editions. The operative word in the title is "how." As an amateur poet for whom finding the technical construction of a "poem," or even something so prosaic as the very definition of poetry, this book over the past 40 years has been vital. Ciardi takes the word craft down to basic tools of craftsmanship, such as a pinter wild word with such basic as palate, paint, canvas, easel, brushes, etc. Probably his best chapter is that taht tells why a much beloved poem like
"Invictus" isa very bad poem, changed my whole way of looking at my own work. The example poems in the book, which have changed some from one edition to the next, are themselves very important. This is is a must book for both writers and readers.
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