Poetry

What *is* poetry? Can we ever truly know? Probably not. But, like, pornography, poetry is moving, and although we can’t define it, we know it when we see it.

Two Poems (1966)

Aram Saroyan (born September 25, 1943) is an American poet, novelist, biographer, memoirist and playwright, most famous as the author of “lighght”.

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;

Sonnet VIII (Petrarch)

She ruled in beauty o’er this heart of mine,
A noble lady in a humble home,
And now her time for heavenly bliss has come,

Sonnet X: Death, Be Not Proud (1633)

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow

We Never Know How High We Are

We never know how high we are
Till we are asked to rise
And then if we are true to plan