matt's poetry pocketbook: poems and poets

poets: living

Chinua Achebe
Eze elina, elina! - Kemefuna's song from Things Fall Apart
Matt's note on Eze elina, elina!
Speed is violence - Butteryfly
Matt's note on Butterfly
Breyten Breytenbach
(I) breathe in (I) breathe - flowers for buddha
Dames en Here, vergun my om u voor te stel aan Breyten - Bedreiging van die Siekes
Helen Clare
Six to start - Snakes and Ladders, about
As if in the school sick room with the sound of the secretary’s heels - Tired
Helen Clare's website
Mollusc, her first book (Comma Press, ISBN 0-9548280-0-3, £6.95, 80pp)
Gerald England
and the crowd has - from Four Square Replay
Gerald England's website
jb
next only bed - you & me boy
this is how the moo is - several different moos (or can you read?)
'What beach?' I ask - Sea Pinks
Duane Locke
The impulse planted in the hands, voices - An Evening in Florence Before the Doors of Paradise
The wild bay galloped through my body - The Wild Bay
James Lockyear
upon my fingers - newt relief
Pierre Louys
Under the sheet of transparent wool we slipped - Penumbra
Khaled Mattawa
My lips came with a caravan of slaves - History of my Face
Naomi Shihab Nye
Here comes the woman who never looks up with one - La Feria
Christopher Okigbo
Fanfare of drums, wooden bells - Thunder Can Break
Akoli Penoukou
Tether which inhibited us in barter - The tether will suffer the wear and the tear
Adrienne Rich
The pact that we made was the ordinary pact - From a Survivor
roo
i fear if i were the night - little star ii
Wole Soyinka
My skin is pemiced to fault - Fado Singer for Amalia Roderinguez
John Taggart
To breathe and stretch one's arms again - Slow Song for Mark Rothko
Calaya J Williams
Oh / I only wanted to see - Slug Tracks
Gary Young
I discovered a journal in the children's ward - I discovered a journal in the children's ward

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poets: dead

Guillaume Apollinaire
Je songe á Gaspard ce n'est certainement pas - Étoile
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine - Le Pont Mirabeau.
Du rouge au vert tout le jaune se meurt - Les Fenêtres
Philip Bainbrigge
If I should die, be not concerned to know
Roland Bathes
When I buy colours, it is by the mere sight of their name - from Roland Barthes
William Blake
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright - The Tyger
Lewis Carroll
How doth the little crocodile - How doth the little crocodile
I'll tell thee everything I can - A-sitting on a Gate (White Knight's Song)
C P Cavafy
Like the beautiful bodies of those who died before growing old - Longings
As you set out for Ithaka - Ithaka (original in Greek)
Samuel Daniel
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night
Sir Edward Dyer
The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall
T S Eliot
The river sweats - from The Waste Land
George Gascoigne
And if I did, what then?
Theophile Gautier
Soulève ta paupière close - Le Spectre de la Rose
Robert Graves
She tells her love while half asleep - She Tells Her Love While Half Asleep
Thom Gunn
I wake up cold, I who - The Man with Night Sweats
Guardian obiturary
Earnest Hemmingway
The age demanded that we sing, and cut away our tongues - The Age Demanded
Gerard Manley Hopkins
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme
Jules Laforgue
I am in love, I am in love: I have drunk a good dizzying gulp - Coup de foudre
C S Lewis
Arise my body, my small body, we have striven - After Prayers, Lie Cold
Amy Lowell
All day long I have been working - Madonna of the Evening Flowers
Edward Lear
Calico pie - Calico Pie
Wilfred Owen
Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade - Arms and the Boy
A B 'Banjo' Paterson
Oh! there once was a swagman camped by a Billabong - Waltzing Matilda - a song
Alan Paton
Kyk ma, daarkom dies ossewaens Lied van die Verdorpene
Sylvia Plath
Pure? What does it mean? - Fever 103°
The hills step off into whiteness - Sheep in Fog
Saphho
We put the urn aboard
William Shakespeare
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale - from Anthony and Cleopatra
Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds - from Romeo and Juliet
O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you - from Romeo and Juliet
Full fathom five thy father lies - from The Tempest
Percy Bysshe Shelley
When the lamp is shatter'd - Lines
Sir Philip Sidney
My true love hath my heart and I have his - The Bargain
Stevie Smith
I always remember your beautiful flowers - Pad, pad
Edward Thomas
Yes, I remember Adlestrop - Adlestrop
Walt Whitman
As Adam early in the morning
I celebrate myself, and sing myself - from Song of Myself
Stretch'd and still lies the midnight - from Song of Myself
The world below the brine - The World below the Brine
This is the meal equally set, this the meat for natural hunger - from Song of Myself
Oscar Wilde
Tread lightly, she is near - Requiescat
W B Yeats
Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths - He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

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poems: anonymous and traditional

Two Bambara praises for the Crowned Crane
The beginning of beginning rhythm
Traditional Scottish blood vow
Ye are my Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone
My son John - traditional
Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John
Perywynke is an erbe of grene colour and other traditional charms
Perywynke is an erbe of grene colour
Jenny Jones - traditional girl's game
Please, we've come to see Jenny Jones, Jenny Jones, Jenny Jones
Matt's note on Jenny Jones
Sumer is icumen in
Sumer is icumen in
Five Akan praises of hunters
The hunter will go: he will bring meat
Matt' note on Five Akan praises
Song, anon (dunno)
The sun has got his hat on
Winde, when wilt thou blow?
Westron winde, when wilt thou blow
Foundling poem by a mother, once
Hard is my Lot in deep Distress
Matt's note on Hard is my Lot in deep Distress
Yoruba praise
We are meningitis

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