Identify the Poet Quiz
She wrote:
"I too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle.
Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers that
there is in it after all, a place for the genuine."
- From Moore's poem Poetry (1924).
He wrote:
"When I lay bare the tooth of wit
The hissing over the archèd tongue
Is more affectionate than hate,
More bitter than the love of youth,
And inaccessible by the young."
- From Eliot's Lines for an Old Man (1936).
He wrote:
"When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,
And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night,
I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring."
- From Whitman's poem When Lilacs Last in the Doorwayd Bloom'd (1865).
He wrote:
"The lobster is delicious,
The wine divine,
And center of attention
At the damask table, mine.
To be a Problem on
Park Avenue at eight
Is not so bad.
Solutions to the Problem,
Of course, wait."
- From Hughes's poem Dinner Guest: Me (1951).
He wrote:
"Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?"
- From Yeat's poem Among Schoolchildren (1928).
He wrote:
"And lonely as it that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less—
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
With no expression, nothing to express."
- From Frost's poem Desert Places.
She wrote:
"As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here—"
- From Dickinson's I felt a funeral, in my brain.
She wrote:
"Perhaps you consider yourself an oracle,
Mouthpiece of the dead, or of some god or other.
Thirty years now I have labored
To dredge the silt from your throat.
I am none the wiser."
- From Plath's poem The Colossus (1962).
He wrote:
"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving
hysterical naked"
- From Ginsberg's poem Howl (1956).
He wrote:
"We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink."
- From Coleridge's The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (1789).
