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学生讲义_英诗_2011

Course Syllabus 5 lectures content Lecture 1 Unit 1: what poetry is and history of English poetry Unit 2: rhythm of poems Lecture 2 Unit 3: rhyme of poems Unit 4: images of poems Lecture 3 Unit 5: sonnet Lecture 4 Unit 6: classical poetry Unit 7: romantic poetry Lecture 5 Unit 8: today’s American and British poetry Unit 1 What is Poetry? 1. Hope Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune--without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. Ive heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me. 2. Dreams—Langston Hughes Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken winged bird That cannot fly Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow. 3. From “Song of Myself”—written by Walt Whitman I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the soul, The pleasure of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue. I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man, And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men. 4. Ars Poetica—Archibald Macleish(1892-1982) 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-entangled trees, 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

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