Showing posts with label Robert Frost. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Robert Frost. Show all posts

Tuesday, 7 July 2026

Celebrating American Poetry


I have always been fascinated by America. I've been privileged to travel many times, and even on occasion, work in America over my years as an academic. One big connection I have is that my home city of Plymouth is the location for the Mayflower Steps - from where the 'Pilgrims' set sail in 1620. The time I spent in California, Nevada, South Dakota and Minnesota, as well as travels along the Eastern seaboard, always remind me that we are one people separated by a common language! I'm a great fan of American poetry, so it's high time I wrote something to celebrate this particular genre of poetry. 

Here is a brief history of some of the most prominent American poets, each one hyperlinked to a biography and other relevant information (I encourage you to click on these links because they are incredibly informative!)

The earliest American poetry emerged during the colonial period of the seventeenth century. Much of it was influenced by those Pilgrims I previously mentioned - the Puritan settlers of New England, whose poetry focused on faith, morality and spiritual life. One of the first published American poets was Anne Bradstreet, whose collection The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung Up in America (1650) was a personal reflection on her faith and family. Another important colonial poet, Edward Taylor, wrote deeply spiritual poetry that remained largely unpublished until the twentieth century but is now recognised as one of the finest examples of early American devotional poetry.

Following the American Revolution, poetry increasingly reflected the ideals of independence and national identity. Writers sought to distinguish American literature from its British roots by celebrating democracy, liberty and the nation's landscapes. Philip Freneau, often dubbed the 'Poet of the American Revolution,' wrote patriotic and political poems while also exploring nature and Native American life. His work helped establish a distinct American literary voice during the nation's early years.

The nineteenth century marked the emergence of some of America's greatest poets. The romantic poet William Cullen Bryant was famous for his meditations on nature and mortality, while Henry Wadsworth Longfellow gained international fame through narrative poems such as The Song of Hiawatha and Paul Revere's Ride. Longfellow's accessible style widened the appeal of poetry and helped establish American literature abroad.

Two of the most influential poets of the nineteenth century were Walt Whitman and Emily Dickinson, whose innovations transformed American poetry. Whitman's Leaves of Grass rejected traditional poetic forms in favour of free verse, celebrating democracy, individuality and the diversity of American life. His expansive style and optimistic vision influenced generations of poets around the world. In contrast, Dickinson wrote short, intensely personal poems that explored death, faith, nature and the inner self. Although most of her work was published posthumously, she is now regarded as one of America's greatest lyrical poets. Another influential poet and writer of the time was Edgar Allen Poe, who introduced the world to poetry that could be mysterious with a hint of the macabre. 

The twentieth century was characterised by an extraordinary diversity in American poetry. Modernist poets such as T. S. Eliot, Ezra Pound, and Marianne Moore experimented with language, symbolism, and fragmented forms to reflect the complexities of modern life. Edward E. Cummings took such creative deviance to another level with his experimentation in the fracturing of form, structure and meaning.  

The Harlem Renaissance of the 1920s introduced powerful African American voices, including Langston Hughes and Claude McKay, whose poetry celebrated Black culture while confronting racism and inequality. 

Following the Second World War, American poetry continued to diversify. Robert Frost gained widespread acclaim for poems rooted in rural New England that explored universal human experiences. Allen Ginsberg, a leading figure of the Beat Poets (see my earlier post for a fuller explanation of this movement), challenged conventional society through bold, experimental works such as Howl.  The raw, honest and dry realist poetry of Charles Bukowski influenced generations of free form poets. 

Other influential poets, including Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton, and Robert Lowell, pioneered confessional poetry by examining mental health, family relationships and personal identity with brutal honesty. In the 70s Gil Scott Heron incorporated the spoken word and extemporised music into his politically aware street poetry. Carl Sandberg wrote vibrant celebrations of American industrialism, championing the working class through accessible, free-verse language.

The late twentieth and early twenty-first centuries have seen American poetry become increasingly inclusive. Poets such as Maya AngelouLouise Glück and Rita Dove all addressed issues such as race, gender, history, indigenous identity and social justice. Their work reflects the multicultural nature of contemporary America and demonstrates the continuing ability of poetry to inspire dialogue and social change. In 2021 The Hill We Climb by Amanda Gorman introduced a new generation to the power of poetry in public life when she performed it at the presidential inauguration of Joe Biden

We have seen that the history of American poetry is one of constant innovation and diversity. From the devotional verse of Bradstreet to the democratic vision of Whitman; the introspection of Dickinson, the modernism of Eliot; the experimentation of Cummings and Pound; to the contemporary voices of Angelou and Gorman, American poets have continually redefined what poetry is able to achieve. Their work reflects the nation's history while exploring universal questions of identity, freedom, and human experience, form and meaning, which ensures that American poetry remains one of the world's most dynamic literary traditions. 

Steve Wheeler

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Thursday, 11 January 2024

Poetic devices 17: Antithesis


An antithesis is the opposite to a thesis. A thesis is an idea, a theory, a concept - something that explains your world to you. The anthesis of good is evil. They are opposed. They are in opposition to each other. They are antithetical. 

In poetry antithesis is a device used to show how two objects or ideas are different to each other. Antithesis can also be used to reinforce the tempo of a poem. Let's explore how this works...

The 1920 poem Fire and Ice by Robert Frost is a classic example of antithesis: 
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
The juxtaposition of fire and ice as two opposing concepts has a dramatic effect on the reader. It creates a tension in the comparisons. It allows the poet to elaborate on the ideas, melding them into a metaphor for love and desire, and also as a device to express his observations on life. It's a rhythmic triumph in the use of antithesis.

Another well known example of antithesis can be found in Hamlet's soliloquy, from the classic play by William Shakespeare. In it, Hamlet is contemplating a perennial antithesis: the meaning of life and the finality of death.
To be or not to be, that is the question
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind
To suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take up arms against a sea of troubles.
Again, it's very dramatic, and as the soliloquy progresses, it reveals the turmoil present in Hamlet's mind as he battles with his conscience.

Another example of antithesis is present in a famous poem called If, by Rudyard Kipling.
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same...
This is a rather interesting approach to antithesis, because the poet identifies several binaries - opposing ideas like triumph and disaster, and then tells the reader that in reality, they don't really matter - because the character of the person is much more important than the fate that befalls him. It's not so much what happens to you, but how you respond to it that is the key to your success. 

Steve Wheeler

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Tuesday, 22 August 2023

Saying So Much With So Little


Is a meme poetry? What about a quote? How short must a poem be to be considered poetry?


I’ve noticed that many longer works tend not to get as much attention as shorter poems as a moderator of Invisible Poets  and  Wheelsong Poetry on Facebook. 


Writing memes seems to be prevalent as a sort of attention deficit alternative to constructive wisdom. Although short, many do constitute snippets of practical knowledge, which bounce into the realms of poetry. The same thing with quotes


Considered the shortest poem ever written, I’d like for you to consider both the content and the clever application of this timeless poem from 1927…


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Fleas

by  Strickland Gillian


Adam Had’em 

 

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With such ripe content applied in such a brilliant and originally whimsical manner, Gillian sought to address a most poignant question… how long have fleas been around?! Also known as  Lines On The Antiquity Of Microbes“, I am guessing Strickland was trying to make up for the brevity of his work with a big fancy title!


Talk about short and spontaneous! Mary Frye wrote this on a brown paper grocery bag in a flurry of merciful pity for a grieving friend…


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Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

by Mary Elizabeth Frye


Do not stand at my grave and weep:
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starshine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there; I did not die.


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Although not a short short poem, this sweet work in twelve lines wonderfully sums up where the spirit may be when one stands at the foot of the grace and wept for a lost loved one.


I’ve had my nose in a dogeared old paperback of the collective works of Robert Frost, of which this one caught my attention…


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Fire And Ice

By Robert Frost


Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.


                                        —


The struggle of contrasts between the metaphors in this seemingly simple yet ambiguous poem creates a tension that begs a reader to read it again for different meanings.


Reading multiple times to discern hidden messages is the ultimate comment one could give a poet, much as a burp in some cultures would be a compliment to the chef! 


Wringing truth out of short fabrics of tiny poems to wet the whistle of a reader is not as easy as it seems! Only the most multidimensional messages seem to stick, so it is best to find as many hidden meanings as possible to sandwich in there, as the above examples illustrate.


Do you have any suggestions for this article? I’d love to hear them! Please feel free to comment below, and as always, thank you for reading.


Matt Elmore

Thursday, 10 August 2023

Poetry From Adversity



When I was published recently by Wheelsong Books, many of my family and friends tended to mock my work without even reading it. I was stereotyped as a soft tulip tiptoer that whimsically wrote words at the sight of the first butterfly.

This IS somewhat true! Not the first butterfly though.… I live in the country, so I see them every day…


They didn’t know this about me. I’ve always been a bit of a tough guy… built sheds and furniture and picnic tables. Hung out with rowdies and sang in a metal band. Hiked half the Appalachian trail in a shot. Drank beers in honky tonks and flirted with pretty women. A biker gang even named me “Chains”… long story, trust me!


A poet?! Really?


Yeah… really. 


However, when they read a few of my poems, I believe they began to understand what I was doing. Poets wear many hats… Some even congratulated me, which was another milestone for me. They accepted that I represent more than an average everyday person. A balance of the light and heavy…


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I’m just an average everyday person that is able to articulate what most average everyday people are feeling and want to say. I think this defines many modern poets.


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Poetry is about more than rainbows and butterflies. It’s not all the Robert Frost kind of nature trip… or even the Robert Browning sort of introspections. It’s not all John Milton inspired perfectly metered verse, or the angular intricate constructions  of E.E. Cummings. It’s not even even all the dark art poetry that permeates today’s social media, accentuating carnal sides of our natures… the flip side to NICE poetry.


Many poets have a default muse they draw upon. They may try different styles, but there is something at the marrow that fuels their art. For me, that is adversity. This adverse misunderstanding bothered me… but only motivated me to write even more.


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Troubles tend to drive me into my best works, often obfuscated in various concluding themes of redemption, despair, or despondency. This tension rocked me a number of times… and perhaps even guided the pen to what some consider my best work “The Colored Number Of My Counted Days”, published in my book Constellation Road.


I recently moved my 83 year old mother in with me to watch after her. She suffered what appears to be a minor stroke a couple of days ago and hasn’t been the same since. I’m sick with worry right now., worried about her at my house when I’m at work. Something in her eyes has dulled. Yet I meet the adversity with courage and keep on… Strangely, I haven’t really written a poem about this. Afraid to I guess. Don’t know why…


I do know that when harnessed properly, this tension that is created through adversity can be refined in passion to create something special. My best work is ahead of me I know. It doesn’t make it any easier knowing hard times are coming…


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Does adversity move you as a poet? Or do you compartmentalize your problems… and focus on other aspects of life? If you are moved by the troubles, is it therapeutic? Or is it just another theme to go off of?


Please feel free to comment on this article. I know it is a bit more personal than the usual poetry blog, but writing is what we do, and this topic is becoming nearer to my heart than I ever thought it could before.


Thanks for reading!


Matt Elmore

Thursday, 29 June 2023

Live Poets Society

Remember that fabulous film with Robin Williams as a teacher of English literature at a stuffy American private school? What was it called...? Ah yes. Dead Poets Society. They studied poets like Walt Whitman (wait, what man?), who was long since in his grave, never to pen another poem again. Dead poets.

American poets such as Whitman, Edgar Poe, Emily Dickinson and Henry Longfellow blazed a trail across the United States ... from Robert Frost through to the notable Beat Poets of the fifties and sixties such as Allen Ginsberg, Gregory Corso and latterly Lawrence Ferlinghetti and the blessed Maya Angelou

They are all dead. Their quills will squeak on parchment no more. Their typewriters are silent. They are ex-poets. Shuffled off this mortal coil (William Shakespeare of course)... and gone to join the heavenly choir in the sky (Monty Python). OK. I'll shut up.

All I want to draw your attention to is this...  There are plenty of us still alive. We are poets and we are writing poetry even today. Let's give it a voice, a platform, an audience. Let's make a live television show where all of your wonderful poetry can be read out... nay performed... live on Facebook. 

Oh, wait. We are already doing it. Every Friday, live on Invisible Poets, at 7pm UK time. 

It's an event you don't want to miss. Oh sure, you can watch it on playback later if you wish, on several groups including Passion of Poetry, Wheelsong Poetry, Pure Poetry, and Poetry UK to name a few. But there's nothing quite like a live performance to rattle your muse. There's nothing like a live poetry reading to get the literary juices flowing. It's inspirational. It's wonderful. It's.... and... it's yours. That's just one more reason to join Invisible Poets Facebook group as soon as you possibly can. Or sooner.

Steve Wheeler

You can join Invisible Poets by following this link.

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Celebrating American Poetry

I have always been fascinated by America. I've been privileged to travel many times, and even on occasion, work in America over my years...