These Pursuits of Life!

IMAGISM

Imagism was a poetic movement which originated in 1912,represented by Ezra Pound, Amy Lowell, and others.

This movement aimed at clarity of expression through the use of precise visual images.

This is Just to Say ( 1934)

William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

White Currants

Amy Lowell

Shall I give you white currants?
I do not know why, but I have a sudden fancy for this fruit.
At the moment, the idea of them cherishes my senses,
And they seem more desirable than flawless emeralds.
Since I am, in fact, empty-handed,
I might have chosen gems out of India,
But I choose white currants.
Is it because the raucous wind is hurtling round the house-corners?
I see it with curled lips and stripped fangs, gaunt and haunting energy,
Come to snout, and nibble, and kill the little crocus roots.
Shall we call it white currants?
You may consider it as a symbol if you pelase.
You may find them tart, or sweet, or merely agreeable in colour,
So long as you accept them,
And me.

“In a Station of the Metro”
by Ezra Pound

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

The Red Wheelbarrow

William Carlos Williams


so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

 

Arts Poetica

Archibald Macleish

 

A poem should be palpable and mute

As a globed fruit.

 

Dumb

As old medallions to the thumb,

 

Silent as the sleeve-worn stone

Of casement ledges where the moss has grown-

 

A poem should be wordless

As the flight of birds.

 

A poem should be motionless in time

As the moon climbs,

 

Leaving, as the moon releases

Twig by twig the night-entangles tress,

 

Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,

Memory by memory the mind-

 

A poem should be motionless in time

As the moon climbs.

 

A poem should be equal to:

Not true.

 

For all the history of grief

An empty doorway and a maple leaf.

 

For love

The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea-

 

A poem should not mean

But be.

 

 

 

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