Poetry Portfolio

"Choose Something Like a Star"
Robert Frost

O Star (the fairest one in sight),
We grant your loftiness the right
To some obscurity of cloud �
It will not do to say of night,
Since dark is what brings out your light.
Some mystery becomes the proud.
But to be wholly taciturn
In your reserve is not allowed.
Say something to us we can learn
By heart and when alone repeat.
Say something! And it says "I burn."
But say with what degree of heat.
Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade.
Use language we can comprehend.
Tell us what elements you blend.
It gives us strangely little aid,
But does tell something in the end.
And steadfast as Keats' Eremite,
Not even stooping from its sphere,
It asks a little of us here.
It asks of us a certain height,
So when at times the mob is swayed
To carry praise or blame too far,
We may choose something like a star
To stay our minds on and be staid.

I choose this poem, because it's by an author we've already read in this unit. I really liked this poem considering Robert Frost is one of my favorite poets. His poems are well thought up and put together. I feel that they're very meaningful.

"Summer in a Small Town"
Linda Gregg

When the men leave me,
they leave me in a beautiful place.
It is always late summer.
When I think of them now,
I think of the place.
And being happy alone afterwards.
This time it’s Clinton, New York.
I swim in the public pool
at six when the other people
have gone home.
The sky is grey, the air hot.
I walk back across the mown lawn
loving the smell and the houses
so completely it leaves my heart empty.

I choose this poem by Linda Gregg, because she is a poet I have never even heard of before. It is always great to explore new things. We haven't read any of her poems in class before. She truly knows how to express true meanings of something just like in this poem. I could almost picture myself in this setting while reading along.

"Why I Am Obsessed with Horses"
Michael McGriff

Because when I saw a horse
cross a river
separating two countries
and named it Ghost Rubble
it said No my name is 1935
because it also spoke in tongues
as it crossed the black tongue
of the water
because it still arcs through me
with its zodiac
of shrapnel-bright stars
because the river’s teeth
still gnash
against its flank
and its eyes
still have the luster
of black china
glowing black-bright
in the glass hutch of memory
because a horse’s skull
is a ditch of wildflowers
because a horse’s skull
is a box of numbers
a slop bucket
resting upside down
under barn eaves
wind in an empty stockyard
orange clay that breaks
shovel handles with a shrug
because a horse is the underwriter
of all motion
because a horse is the first
and last item
on every list
of every season
and because that night the air
smelled green as copper
and lath dust
and that night as it scrambled
up the bank and stamped past me
it said Unlike you
I am the source of all echoes.

I choose this poem, because I  am the type of person who is horse crazy. I see horses as an inspiration and I felt that "Why I Am Obsessed with Horses" would be a great choice. This is a poem on a topic that matters to me. McGriff truly made me fall in love with this poem, just by the way he used literary devices.