A Gift


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(4.5 stars; 3 reviews)

Amy Lawrence Lowell was an American poet of the imagist school from Brookline, Massachusetts, who posthumously won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1926.
Though she sometimes wrote sonnets, Lowell was an early adherent to the "free verse" method of poetry and one of the major champions of this method. She defined it in her preface to "Sword Blades and Poppy Seed"; in the North American Review for January, 1917; in the closing chapter of "Tendencies in Modern American Poetry"; and also in the Dial (January 17, 1918), as: "The definition of Vers libre is: a verse-formal based upon cadence. To understand vers libre, one must abandon all desire to find in it the even rhythm of metrical feet. One must allow the lines to flow as they will when read aloud by an intelligent reader. Or, to put it another way, unrhymed cadence is "built upon 'organic rhythm,' or the rhythm of the speaking voice with its necessity for breathing, rather than upon a strict metrical system. Free verse within its own law of cadence has no absolute rules; it would not be 'free' if it had." - Summary by Wikipedia (0 hr 13 min)

Chapitres

A Gift - Read by ALP 0:48 Lu par Algy Pug
A Gift - Read by ATR 0:44 Lu par Ashton Ruby
A Gift - Read by BK 0:55 Lu par Bruce Kachuk
A Gift - Read by BLT 0:48 Lu par Beth Thomas (1974-2020)
A Gift - Read by BSD 0:50 Lu par Brian Darby
A Gift - Read by DII 0:45 Lu par Diana Majlinger
A Gift - Read by DK 0:53 Lu par Dave182
A Gift - Read by DL 0:49 Lu par David Lawrence
A Gift - Read by EL 0:55 Lu par Newgatenovelist
A Gift - Read by GG 1:00 Lu par Greg Giordano
A Gift - Read by JEF 0:52 Lu par Jennifer Fournier
A Gift - Read by JJW 0:37 Lu par J.J. Wazman
A Gift - Read by LAH 0:52 Lu par Lee Ann Howlett
A Gift - Read by LLW 1:03 Lu par Leonard Wilson (1930-2024)
A Gift - Read by MK 0:58 Lu par Maria Kasper
A Gift - Read by MP 0:50 Lu par VfkaBT

Critiques

herewith the text of the poem:


(4 stars)

A Gift See! I give myself to you, Beloved! My words are little jars For you to take and put upon a shelf. Their shapes are quaint and beautiful, And they have many pleasant colours and lustres To recommend them. Also the scent from them fills the room With sweetness of flowers and crushed grasses. When I shall have given you the last one, You will have the whole of me, But I shall be dead.