This is a serious and sincere attempt to understand Free Verse.
I am not a fan of free verse (as poetry). I get the beauty that some of it has. I see the imagery. I "get" most of it. BUT, I do the same with a literary novel, and I really fail to see what makes Free Verse poetry.
I am not being mocking or calling it stupid. This is a serious question and and effort to learn so please, do not take offense at any of this. Some of the things I ask or say may seems offensive, but that is only my lack of understanding showing and not an attitude of rejection toward Free Verse.
Below are two paragraphs, well, one paragraph an one stanza I suppose. One is a famous poem from a book of 100 Best Poems of All Time, ( it happens to be in two different collections I have) and the other is from a very successful novel, by a famous author, set in the south.
"Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past
blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage?
Ah, dear father, greybeard, lonely old courage-teacher,
What America did you have when Charon quit poling his
ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and stood
watching the boat disappear on the black waters of Lethe?"
"Who did she know in Raleigh who took time off to
fix a house? Or read Whitman or Eliot, finding im-
ages in the mind, thoughts of the spirit? Or hunted
dawn from the bow of a canoe? These weren't the
things that drove society, but she felt they shouldn't
be treated as unimportant. They made living worth-
while."
Why is one poetry and one is not?
Both are beautiful, and revealing of the attitudes of the narrators.
Both reference poets and boats, houses, images of water at different times of day (smoking bank..., hunting dawn...).
One asks "What America?" and one speaks of "society"
Both are questioning, wondering in their nature.
Neither rhymes of course.
Both read very well, flow easily off the tongue.
In case you happen to know, please pretend you don't know the authors. Try to consider these simply as two pieces of writing you came across, and tell me why one is poetry and one is not. Because to me, they are remarkably similar and comparable.
I know this has probably been discussed before, but I thought some "present" interaction might be better in helping me get a handle on this, rather than just cold reading.
I am not a fan of free verse (as poetry). I get the beauty that some of it has. I see the imagery. I "get" most of it. BUT, I do the same with a literary novel, and I really fail to see what makes Free Verse poetry.
I am not being mocking or calling it stupid. This is a serious question and and effort to learn so please, do not take offense at any of this. Some of the things I ask or say may seems offensive, but that is only my lack of understanding showing and not an attitude of rejection toward Free Verse.
Below are two paragraphs, well, one paragraph an one stanza I suppose. One is a famous poem from a book of 100 Best Poems of All Time, ( it happens to be in two different collections I have) and the other is from a very successful novel, by a famous author, set in the south.
"Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past
blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage?
Ah, dear father, greybeard, lonely old courage-teacher,
What America did you have when Charon quit poling his
ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and stood
watching the boat disappear on the black waters of Lethe?"
"Who did she know in Raleigh who took time off to
fix a house? Or read Whitman or Eliot, finding im-
ages in the mind, thoughts of the spirit? Or hunted
dawn from the bow of a canoe? These weren't the
things that drove society, but she felt they shouldn't
be treated as unimportant. They made living worth-
while."
Why is one poetry and one is not?
Both are beautiful, and revealing of the attitudes of the narrators.
Both reference poets and boats, houses, images of water at different times of day (smoking bank..., hunting dawn...).
One asks "What America?" and one speaks of "society"
Both are questioning, wondering in their nature.
Neither rhymes of course.
Both read very well, flow easily off the tongue.
In case you happen to know, please pretend you don't know the authors. Try to consider these simply as two pieces of writing you came across, and tell me why one is poetry and one is not. Because to me, they are remarkably similar and comparable.
I know this has probably been discussed before, but I thought some "present" interaction might be better in helping me get a handle on this, rather than just cold reading.
You'd think with the fine free verse poets around here that I'd know better.