Poetry Book 

 

 

 

 

By: Chloe Sanzone

 

Genius by Mark Twain

 

Genius, like gold and precious stones,

is chiefly prized because of its rarity.

 

Geniuses are people who dash of weird, wild,

incomprehensible poems with astonishing facility,

and get booming drunk and sleep in the gutter.

 

Genius elevates its possessor to ineffable spheres

far above the vulgar world and fills his soul

with regal contempt for the gross and sordid things of earth.

 

It is probably on account of this

that people who have genius

do not pay their board, as a general thing.

 

Geniuses are very singular.

 

If you see a young man who has frowsy hair

and distraught look, and affects eccentricity in dress,

you may set him down for a genius.

 

If he sings about the degeneracy of a world

which courts vulgar opulence

and neglects brains,

he is undoubtedly a genius.

 

If he is too proud to accept assistance,

and spurns it with a lordly air

at the very same time

that he knows he can't make a living to save his life,

he is most certainly a genius.

 

If he hangs on and sticks to poetry,

notwithstanding sawing wood comes handier to him,

he is a true genius.

 

If he throws away every opportunity in life

and crushes the affection and the patience of his friends

and then protests in sickly rhymes of his hard lot,

and finally persists,

in spite of the sound advice of persons who have got sense

but not any genius,

persists in goingup some infamous back alley

dying in rags and dirt,

he is beyond all question a genius.

 

But above all things,

to deftly throw the incoherent ravings of insanity into verse

and then rush off and get booming drunk,

is the surest of all the different signs

of genius.

 

                  

 

In Mark Twain's "Genius", Twain is

 

 describing himself to his readers as a

 

 genuis while pointing out his flaws.

 

He admits that he is too proud to 

 

accept assistance and he throws away

 

every opportunity in life.He is trying

 

to describe to his readers what it is

 

like to be him and how it's not what

 

they think it is. He uses a very

 

proud tone when describing himself as

 

a genius. This poem would be

 

classified under self-acceptance and

 

knowing/accepting your true self. 

                  

 

 

The Eve of Waterloo by Lord Byron


There was a sound of revelry by night,

And Belgium’s Capital had gathered then

Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright

The lamps shone o’er fair women and brave men;

A thousand hearts beat happily; and when

Music arose with its voluptuous swell,

Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again,

And all went merry as a marriage bell;

But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!

 

Did ye not hear it?—No; ’twas but the wind,

Or the car rattling o’er the stony street ;

On with the dance! let joy be unconfined ;

No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet

To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet—

But hark!—that heavy sound breaks in once more,

As if the clouds its echo would repeat;

And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before!

Arm! Arm! it is—it is—the cannon’s opening roar!

 

Within a windowed niche of that high hall

Sate Brunswick’s fated chieftain; he did hear

That sound the first amidst the festival,

And caught its tone with Death’s prophetic ear;

And when they smiled because he deemed it near,

His heart more truly knew that peal too well

Which stretched his father on a bloody bier,

And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell;

He rushed into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell.

 

Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro,

And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress,

And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago

Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness;

And there were sudden partings, such as press

The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs

Which ne’er might be repeated; who could guess

If ever more should meet those mutual eyes,

Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!

 

And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed,

The mustering squadron, and the clattering car,

Went pouring forward with impetuous speed,

And swiftly forming in the ranks of war;

And the deep thunder peal on peal afar;

And near, the beat of the alarming drum

Roused up the soldier ere the morning star;

While thronged the citizens with terror dumb,

Or whispering, with white lips—‘The foe! They come! they come!’

 

And wild and high the ‘Cameron’s Gathering’ rose!

The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn’s hills

Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes:—

How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills,

Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills

Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers

With the fierce native daring which instils

The stirring memory of a thousand years,

And Evan’s, Donald’s fame rings in each clansman’s ears!

 

And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves,

Dewy with nature’s tear-drops, as they pass,

Grieving, if aught inanimate e’er grieves,

Over the unreturning brave,—alas!

Ere evening to be trodden like the grass

Which now beneath them, but above shall grow

In its next verdure, when this fiery mass

Of living valour, rolling on the foe

And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.

 

Last noon beheld them full of lusty life,

Last eve in Beauty’s circle proudly gay,

The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife,

The morn the marshalling in arms,—the day

Battle’s magnificently-stern array!

The thunder-clouds close o’er it, which when rent

The earth is covered thick with other clay

Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent,

Rider and horse,—friend, foe,—in one red burial blent!

 

In "The Eve of Waterloo" by Lord

 

Byron we are reading the story of 

 

a man present the night before the 

 

Battle of Waterloo. He is telling

 

the story to a younger generation

 

who was not alive during the time

 

of the battle. He is trying to

 

describe the feeling of

 

positivity ending and introduce

 

the feeling of fear and defeat by

 

using a cheerful tone in the

 

beginning then changing the tone

 

to fearful at the line "But hark-

 

that heavy sound breaks in once

 

more, As if the clouds its echo

 

would repeat; And nearer, clearer,

 

deadlier than before!" 

 

 

Desiderata by Max Ehrmann

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,

and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible without surrender

be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly;

and listen to others,

even the dull and the ignorant;

they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,

they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,

you may become vain and bitter;

for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;

it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs;

for the world is full of trickery.

But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;

many persons strive for high ideals;

and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.

Especially, do not feign affection.

Neither be cynical about love;

for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment

it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,

gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.

But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.

Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,

be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,

no less than the trees and the stars;

you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you,

no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,

whatever you conceive Him to be,

and whatever your labors and aspirations,

in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,

it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful.

Strive to be happy.

 

In "The Desiderata" by Max Ehrmann, we

 

are hearing the author himself telling his

 

 audience (the readers) how to successfully

 

live a life of happiness and peace. He gives 

 

specific instructions such as, "Avoid loud

 

and aggressive persons, they are vexations

 

to the spirit," and "Keep interested in your 

 

own career, however humble; it is a real

 

possession in the changing fortunes of time." 

 

While he is telling us this, he is using a very

 

lighthearted, inspirational tone.