Want To Flaunt Or Perhaps Test Your Poetic IQ?

Question

Can you name the poets who gave up these memorable lines? And, better still, can you give us the titles that any of these lines came from?

(Some will be easy. Others not so. And have fun!)

After the first death there is no other.

Listen: there’s a hell of a good universe next door. Let's go!

I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Time does not bring relief; you have all lied
who told me time would ease me of my pain!

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

I, too, sing America.

There you met it - the mystery of hatred.

Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn –

She did not die.
They buried a waxworks doll.
Sylvia Plath is alive in Argentina!

Sometime during eternity some guys show up
and one of them who shows up real late
is some kind of carpenter
from some square-type place like Galilee.

A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

7. From 'God Help The Wolf' by Ted Hughes.

9. From 'Slyvia Plath Is Alive In Argentina' by Erica Jong (yeah, yeah, I know some of you masy not think highly of Jong's talents but this poem ties in with the Hughes-Plath connection here)

As to some of my own poetry to read you can find some of it (the earlier poems) on the first page of my Live Journal Blog within the first twenty entries.

http://unmired.livejournal.com/

The latest poems posted were simply minimalist musings. So go back to the first page.

Answer 1

I'll give it a go.....

1. Dylan Thomas - After the first death there is no other.

2. E.E. Cummings -Listen: there’s a hell of a good universe next door. Let's go!

3. Robert Frost -I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

4. Edna St. Vincent Millay- Time does not bring relief; you have all lied
who told me time would ease me of my pain!

5. Dylan Thomas - Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

6. Julia Alvarez - I, too, sing America.

7. Can't remember- There you met it - the mystery of hatred.

8. T. S. Eliot ??? - Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn

9. Don't Know - She did not die.
They buried a waxworks doll.
Sylvia Plath is alive in Argentina! Don't know

10. Ferlinghetti - Sometime during eternity some guys show up and one of them who shows up real late
is some kind of carpenter
from some square-type place like Galilee.

11. William Butler Yeats -A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death

Answer 2

I've written poetry but haven't read any for a long time. I do prefer haiku. My IQ on those lines wouldn't reach room temperature. It's 2a, so I won't even try. But I felt compelled to say that Loose Change writes beautifully! I answered another that Dr. Watson starred, & perhaps I was a bit too harsh. This one truly has "voice," & the rhymes were quite professional.

Answer 3

I got Robert Frost ("Road Less Traveled By"). That's about it. Accordingly, my poetic IQ sucks. Oh well.

In the alternative, here's one I wrote:

In the silent realm of white light chatter
Weaving stars through fingertips
She reaches out acros't Orion
Tips the Dipper, sloe glass she sips

Eternal Lady, Celestial Queen
Embracing all of Hubble's Flow
From Creation's dawn, to Age unseen
Time's arrow never left its bow

Answer 4

Gosh, you are astute. Here's the answers. Now, instead of acting like a High School Teacher, let's see something you created. We know these people can write.

1.) http://www.undermilkwood.net/poetry_arefusaltomourn.html

2.) http://bitterfictions.wordpress.com/2006/03/

3.) I know that one - Robert Frost.

4.) http://www.bartleby.net/131/19.html

5.) http://www.liebreich.com/LDC/HTML/Various/Thomas.html

6.) I know that one - Langston Hughes

7.) No reference to that line on Google. Are you sure you have it right?

8.) http://www.bartleby.com/201/1.html

9.) Again, no luck with Google.

10.) http://dougopel.com/description.cfm?trackid=152

11.) http://www.thebeckoning.com/poetry/yeats/yeats.html

12.) A question for you. Who worte this poem?

Escalator ups and downs,
Each platform leads to another,
No sales floor, no exit door,
Just landing after landing after landing,

Elevator door ajar,
Stuck between two floors,
Stairwell locked, barred and blocked
Crimson rope line circles and circles,

Run against cascading steps,
Folding one into the other,
Out at the top, in at the bottom,
Leap entire flights, in flight, alight

Exhausted heap upon the floor,
I cannot climb up or down anymore,
I’ll wither and die, right here in isle five,
Fifth store, fifth floor, fifth door,

Right - I made this mess.