Special Poetry Edition...

[icewolf]

interdisciple's comment on my last poetry post got me to thinking. I went pawing through my collection of literature looking for the most modern poetry.

I came up with some Robert Frost. The most recent poem in my possession is "Away!" written just a few weeks before Frost died (January 1963).

Watch this space for the other "modern" poets I've started rereading: Dylan Thomas, T.S. Eliot, and W. H. Auden. (No Sylvia Plath, though. I like my wrists unsliced. :)

Away!

Now I out walking
The world desert,
And my shoe and my stocking
Do me no hurt.

I leave behind
Good friends in town,
Let them get well-wined
And go lie down.

Don't think I leave
For the outer dark
Like Adam and Eve
Put out of the Park.

Forget the myth.
There is no one I
Am put out with
Or put out by.

Unless I'm wrong
I but obey
The urge of a song:
I'm--bound--away!

And I may return
If dissatisfied
With what I learn
From having died.

Comments

Stephen Dobyn's 1980 "Arrested Saturday Night" (in <i>Heat Death</i>)

[interdisciple.livejournal.com]

This is how it happened: Peg and Bob had invited
Jack and Roxanne over to their house to watch
the TV, and on the big screen they saw Peg and Bob,
Jack and Roxanne watching themselves watch
themselves on progressively smaller TVs...