Poetry Project – Reading the Pulitzer Prize Winners

Welcome to the August introductory post for The Poetry Project! Remember, if you’d like to play along, all you really need to do is write about poetry in the month of August. If you do that, come back to this post and join in our Mr. Linky, available at the end of this post. Link to any and all of your poetry posts, as long as they were posted in August (or after the July round up post, which you can find here at Kelly’s blog.)

If you’re participating in The Poetry Project by posting about our monthly theme, then August’s theme is Pulitzer Prize Winning Poetry. I’ve been accused of starting off a little bit strong here, but if you’re new to reading poetry, then it doesn’t hurt to start off with the best (as determined by an arbitrary committee, choosing based on their arbitrary interests, from a pool of poets that only come from one country). With all those caveats aside, there are some really great poetry collections that have won the Pulitzer. If you don’t know where to start, well, I have a few suggestions.

Welcome to So You Want to Read a Pulitzer Prize Winner! Let me start off by saying that I have not read the Pulitzer list widely, but I have read a fair bit of it. I plan on spending this month really exploring the list in a way that I haven’t had the chance to. My recommendations are based on the books I’ve read or the poets I’m very familiar with. For example, I haven’t read Robert Frost’s New Hampshire specifically, but I’m confident enough in my knowledge of Robert Frost that I can recommend that book to a certain reader.

I know this is a very US-centric challenge. For a future month, I’d love to focus on prizes that focus on poets from other countries. Please let me know if you have any suggestions for poets or prizes to feature!

Show Me the Classics!
If you’re working your way up to reading contemporary poetry, start here.  

The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver by Edna St. Vincent Millay – Winner 1923 – This title poem of this collection is probably most famous because Johnny Cash did a reading of the poem for the Johnny Cash show in 1970. I really recommend watching it, even though he did take some (small) liberties with the wording. If you haven’t read Edna St. Vincent Millay, I recommend it. She balances darkness, a keen eye, and a sense of humor well. The other good news is that this book is available in the public domain! You can read it for free here. I feel this is a good introduction, too, to how contemporary a sonnet can sound.

New Hampshire by Robert Frost – Winner 1924 – I think that everyone has a certain opinion of Robert Frost because they studied his poems in middle school or as Freshman in high school and they can seem very surface. When I was in college, we did a close reading of Frost and I really had a new appreciation for him. If you want to explore Frost as an adult, I really recommend it. As I said, I haven’t read this specific collection, but it does include poems you might have read, like “Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening.”

Show Me Those Poet Laureates!
This is, admittedly, a completely arbitrary list, but if you are not as interested in the classics, these poets are an excellent place to start exploring contemporary poetry. 

Annie Allen by Gwendolyn Brooks – Winner 1950 – Poet Laureate of Illinois 1968 – It’s actually fairly difficult to find this book, so you might have to resort to a collection of Gwnedolyn Brooks’s poetry, but you should read it all. Brooks, above all, tells stories with her poems. Sometimes she does it in few words and experiments more with form, but her poems are filled with characters, with real people that you might know. I’ve always thought her poems were so strong because of this. Brooks is, without a doubt, one of the most important poets of the 20th century.

The Carrier of Ladders by W.S. Merwin and The Shadow of Sirius by W. S. Merwin – Winner 1971 and 2009 – US Poet Laureate 2010 - The Carrier of Ladders is available as a part of the collection The Second Four Books of Poems. Like Brooks, Merwin’s poems often tell a clear story. His language is clear and concise, but beautiful. Interestingly, when Merwin won the Pulitzer, he gave the prize money to support the draft resistance movement during the Vietnam War.

Delights & Shadows by Ted Kooser – US Poet Laureate 2004 – Delight is right. I love Ted Kooser. I love the way he writes poetry, I love the way he reads poetry. I’ve mentioned his American Life in Poetry Column here before. They’re lovely poems that celebrate the small. Try out this poem from Delights & Shadows called “The China Painters” to see if Ted Kooser is a poet you might enjoy.

Late Wife by Claudia Emerson – Winner 2006 – Poet Laureate of Virginia 2008-2010 – Full disclosure: Claudia Emerson was my poetry instructor when I was in college. Her poems are  beautiful and descriptive and if you aren’t sure where to start, but you know you’d like to read a contemporary poet, start with Emerson.

Show Me that Challenge!

Neon Vernacular by Yusef Komunyakaa – Winner 1994 – By describing this book as a challenge, I hope I don’t scare you away. That’s not what I want to do. This is probably one of my most recommended books of poetry. I love it, especially the first section, but Komunyakaa is not always the easiest poet to read. He plays around with form and also has a large number of cultural and literary references in his poems that I don’t often understand without doing research. That being said, there are lines from the poetry of Yusef Komunyakaa that ring so true and perfect. Even if you are a first time poetry reader, you should read Komunyakaa. Yes, his poetry might require a little bit of extra work, but it’s rewarding.

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Hopefully there is something from this list that will intrigue you! I also highly recommend Natasha Trethewey’s Native Guard, as I discussed back in February. For my own project this month, I’ll be reading some collections of poetry that won Pulitzer’s that I haven’t read yet. My goal will be to read one book for each decade. Here is my list:

2010-12: Life on Mars by Tracy K. Smith
2000s: Time & Materials by Robert Hass
1990s:  Black Zodiac by Charles Wright
1980s:  Thomas and Beulah by Rita Dove
1970s: Now and Then by Robert Penn Warren
1960s: Pictures from Brueghel by William Carlos Williams
1950s: Collected Poems by Marianne Moore
1940s: The Age of Anxiety by WH Auden
1930s: Collected Verse by Robert Hillyer
1920s: Complete Poetical Works by Amy Lowell

Happy August poetry reading! I hope you find a Pulitzer prize-winner to fall in love with. Remember, any poetry post that goes up from July 25-August 30 (round up will be posted on August 31) counts, even if it is not about a Pulitzer Prize-winning poet. Please add your links to the Mr. Linky below:

Saturday Personal Readathon

Today, I’d like to escape this world with a few good books. It’s been a while since I’ve just sat down on a Saturday afternoon and read, so that’s what I’m going to do.

Michael and I might go see Spiderman later today, but between now and the time I go to bed, I will be sitting on my couch and reading. I already spent most of the morning reading With My Body by Nikki Gemmell. I’m also reading Wild by Cheryl Strayed and The Chameleon Couch by Yusef Komunyakaa. Also on the list to read today: Hicksville by Dylan Horrocks, The Girl of Fire and Thorns by Rae Carson and more poetry

With My Body by Nikki Gemmell - When Harper Perennial pitched this book to me, I wasn’t really looking for a well-written alternative to 50 Shades of Grey, but the enthusiasm of the person from Harper who sent the email really convinced me. It’s written in the second person, which is usually something I despise, but I am actually loving it. I’m about 200 pages in.

After finishing – I ended up writing so much about this title, I decided to save it for another post. I liked it, but it wasn’t perfect. Now! On to Hicksville.

National Poetry Month – Yusef Komunyakaa (April 20)

It is difficult for me to describe the way I feel reading poetry by Yusef Komunyakaa. Reading his poetry for the first time was like finding something I had been looking for my entire life.

Providence

by Yusef Komunyakaa

I walked away with your face
stolen from a crowded room,
& the sting of required memory
lived beneath my skin. A name
raw on my tongue, in my brain, a glimpse
nestled years later like a red bird
among wet leaves on a dull day.

A face. The tilt of a head. Dark
lipstick. Aletheia. The unknown
marked on a shoulder, night
weather in our heads.
I pushed out of this half-stunned
yes, begging light, beyond the caul’s
shadow, dangling the lifeline of Oh.

I took seven roads to get here
& almost died three times.
How many near misses before
new days slouched into the left corner
pocket, before the hanging fruit
made me kneel? I crossed
five times in the blood to see

the plots against the future -
descendent of a house that knows
all my strong & weak points.
No bounty of love apples glistened
with sweat, a pear-shaped lute
plucked in the valley of the tuber rose
& Madonna lily. Your name untied

every knot in my body, a honey-eating
animal reflected in shop windows
& twinned against this underworld.
out of tide-lull & upwash
a perfect hunger slipped in
tooled by an eye, & This morning
makes us the oldest song in any god’s throat.

We had gone back walking
on our hands. Opened by a kiss,
by fingertips on the Abyssinian
stem & nape, we bloomed
from underneath stone. Moon-pulled
fish skirted the gang-plank,
a dung-scented ark of gopherwood.

Now you are on my skin, in my mouth
& hair as if you were always
unearthed like a necklace of sand dollars
out of black hush. You are a call
& response going back to the first
praise-lament, the old wish

made flesh. The two of us
a third voice, an incantation
sweet-talked & grunted out of The Hawk’s
midnight horn. I have you inside
a hard question, & it won’t let go,
hooked through the gills and strung up
to the western horizon. We are one,

burning with belief till the thing
inside the cage whimpers
& everything crazes out to a flash
of silver. Begged into the fat juice
of promises, our embrace is a naked
wing lifting us into premonition
worked down to a sigh & plea.

Top Ten Tuesday – Favorite book quotes

Top Ten Tuesday is a new feature for me that I’ve always seen on English Major’s Junk Food, one of my favorite blogs.  It’s run by The Broke and the Bookish, a new-to-me blog I discovered during BBAW.   Finally this week I’ve decided to participate!

This week’s topic is Top Ten Favorite Book Quotes

1. That’s one good thing about this world… there are always sure to be more springs.” – Anne of Avonlea by LM Montgomery

Doesn’t that quote just sum up the entire series beautifully?  I love Anne.

2. We were lost then.  And talking about dark!  You think dark is just one color, but it ain’t.  There’re five or six kinds of black.  Some silky, some wooly.  Some just empty.  Some like fingers.  And it don’t stay still.  It move and changes from one kind of black to another.  Saying something is pitch black is like saying something is green.  What kind of green?  Green like my bottles?  Green like a grasshopper?  Green like a cucumber, lettuce, or green like the sky is just before it breaks loose to a storm.  Well, night black is the same way.  May as well be a rainbow.” - Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison

I think this is gorgeous, and so true.

3. “And this is our life, exempt from public haunt,
finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
sermons in stones, and good in everything.” - As You Like It by William Shakespeare

As You Like It is one of my favorite Shakespeare plays and I love this quote.

4. “Shredding and slicing, dividing and subdividing, the clocks of Harley Street nibbled at the June day, counselled submission, upheld authority and pointed out in chorus the supreme advantages of a sense of proportion, until the mound of time was so far diminished that a commercial clock, suspended above a shop on Oxford Street, announced, genially and fraternally, as if it were a pleasure to Messrs. Rigby and Lowndes to give the information graüs, that it was half-past one.” – Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf

I knew I had to pick a quote from Mrs. Dalloway because I’m pretty sure I tried to quote the whole book in my review.  This one is just wonderful.  I love what it does with the concept of time and clocks, but also the way it uses language.

5. SPEAKING OF THE DEVIL

Just when I begin to believe English is lucky,
full of choices like trumpet and ash, curlicue,
olive, armrest and hostile, I see that its vastness

is urban, lonely: too many people live in its center,
and the environs are losing population fast.
Few are interested in leaving the inner cities of language,

so each tongue shrinks, deletes its consummate
geographies, copse and dell, ravine and fen,
boonies, coulées, bailiwicks, and sloughs.But English is not the only shrinking province.

I watch two French boys on the train
from Turin to Nice burn a pair of earphones,

delighted as the plastic withers, whitens,
sends up its little wick of toxic smoke. Watch
and wow and fuck, all the words they need to test

the butane’s power to make plastic disappear.
Not sure if I can understand their chat, they test me too.
The one with his thumb on the flame looks at me

from under lavish lashes, merest shadow
of mustache riding his budded lips, Diable,
he asks me, how you say him in English?

and I marvel at how few syllables
anyone needs to make a world. – Leslie Adrienne Miller

Sorry, it might be a bit much to quote an entire poem, but this is one of my all-time favorite poems.  I think it’s perfect.

5. “I wanted to tell him that I knew how he felt, though I probably did not.  How can you know what another person is going through when your own life is so different from his?  People had done this to me often enough, telling they knew how I felt because they had suffered this or that loss, felt some sort of pain.  The words were in my mouth to tell Lawrence that I knew what it was not to be able to make the family you want to have, not because you are a bad person or because you haven’t tried hard enough, but because you just can’t.  I could predict his response, his words, polite enough, thanking me for my empathy, my generosity of spirit.  And I could imagine his thoughts, that no, I couldn’t possibly empathize.  Our situations were not the same at all.” – The Untelling by Tayari Jones.

I don’t know how many times I’ve thought this or felt this, on both sides.  I love the way that Jones put that into words.

6.” She supposed that houses, after all – like the lives that were lived in them – were mostly made of space.  It was the spaces, in fact, which counted, rather than the bricks.” – The Night Watch by Sarah Waters.

Maybe you’ve heard me talk about The Night Watch?  I loved it and this quote sums up why.

7. “Sometimes you never feel meaner than the moment you stop being mean.  It’s like how turning on a light makes you realize how dark the room had gotten.  And the way you usually act, the things you would have normally done, are like these ghosts that everyone can see but pretends not to.” When You Reach Me by Rebecca Stead

When You Reach Me is a novel heavily influenced by A Wrinkle in Time, another favorite of mine.  Isn’t this quote lovely?

8. “I think: perhaps there’s a light inside people, perhaps a clarity; perhaps people aren’t made of darkness, perhaps certainties are a breeze inside people, and perhaps people are the certainties they possess.” The Implacable Order of Things by Jose Luis Piexoto

I really should have featured The Implacable Order of Things during BBAW.  I don’t know any other book blogger who has read it and it is amazing.  So beautiful and perfect, though fairly upsetting.

9.” Is it her, will she know
What I’ve seen & done,
How my boots leave little grave-stone
shapes in the wet dirt,” Neon Vernacular by Yusef Komunyakaa

I recently reminded you of my love for Yusef Komunyakaa and these four lines are an example of why.  He takes something that is so simple (the shape of a footprint) and turns it into something so much bigger than that.  I love it.

10. “Days I have held,
days I have lost,

days that outgrow, like daughters,
my harbouring arms.”

“Midsummer, Tobago” by Derek Walcott

Another quote from a poem to round out the list.  Never was there a more perfect description of life slipping away.

I’ve really enjoyed participating in Top Ten Tuesday!  It think I’ll be back next week!