Visual Poetry or ConCrete Poetry or Graphic Poetry…Try It

Poetry is recited and sung.  In some traditions it is committed to memory and orally passed down from one generation to the next.  The choice of rhythm, alliteration, words that rhyme, all contribute to the emphasis on how a poem will sound when it is heard.

What happens when a poem is read silently? Poems, often considered sacred, were copied onto parchment and carved into rock. The manner in which the words were placed took on new meaning.

Written in elegant sprawling letters in colored inks or boldly painted, visual poetry is another type of expression which has been around for centuries.

The 20th century brought what is known as the Concrete Poetry Movement. Influenced by the Dada, Surrealist, and Futurist movements; poets sought to break the rules by challenging how words were placed on the page, how they were spelled. The most famous of these early 20th century poets was e.e. cumming. Just think about his poem Grasshopper.

Below is a page from Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland with the “Mouse’s tale” in the shape of a tail.

But take a step back in time further and what you may not know is that  there was a English poet at the beginning of the 17th century George Herbert (1593-1633) who, although formal in approach, started the ball rolling towards the concept of creating a visual statement with poetic verse.  A contemporary of poets Henry Vaughn, Richard Crashaw and Thomas Traherne, Herbert was read by the poets who followed him including Gerard Manley Hopkins, T. S. Elliot and Emily Dickinson to name a few.

Here to enjoy are two of his poems, now in the public domain.

The Altar

By George Herbert

  A broken ALTAR, Lord, thy servant rears,

 Made of a heart and cemented with tears:

  Whose parts are as thy hand did frame;

No workman’s tool hath touch’d the same.

        A HEART alone

         Is such a stone,

         As nothing but

           Thy pow’r doth cut.

             Wherefore each part

          Of my hard heart

                Meets in this frame,

            To praise thy name:

       That if I chance to hold my peace,

 These stones to praise thee may not cease.

   Oh, let thy blessed SACRIFICE be mine,

     And sanctify this ALTAR to be thine.

Easter Wings

By George Herbert

Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,

      Though foolishly he lost the same,

            Decaying more and more,

                  Till he became

                        Most poore:

                        With thee

                  O let me rise

            As larks, harmoniously,

      And sing this day thy victories:

Then shall the fall further the flight in me.

My tender age in sorrow did beginne

      And still with sicknesses and shame.

            Thou didst so punish sinne,

                  That I became

                        Most thinne.

                        With thee

                  Let me combine,

            And feel thy victorie:

         For, if I imp my wing on thine,

Affliction shall advance the flight in me.

(If you place Easter Wings horizontally, the poem looks even more like wings.)

What shape is your next poem inspired to take and when writing a visual poem. It’s an interesting process, one you might want to try. Being a poet is all about following where inspiration takes you, but experimenting with a variety of poetic forms can expand you writing practice. Remember if you decide to submit a visual poem for publication it is important to save it as a pdf to insure that if it is shared with others it will look the same way you envisioned it.

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Daffodils and Mud Inspired Poetry

Welcome to Week Two of National Poetry Month. The four seasons of the year are the subjects of many different types of poetry from traditional sonnets to exuberant free verse sprawled out across the page. So to start this week we are sharing two poems by American poets from the past.

The first poem is by Amy Lowell (1874-1925). A Pulitzer Prize winner for her poetry collection, What’s O’Clock, Lowell is associated with the early 20th Century Imagist Movement, which sought to use precise, colloquial language and concrete imagery in lieu of traditional poetic diction and meter. Compared with the second poem we’re posting by E.E. Cummings, however, to our twenty-first century ears it sounds very traditional, until you compare it to last week’s poem posting by William Shakespeare.

To an Early Daffodil

By Amy Lowell

          Thou yellow trumpeter of laggard Spring!

           Thou herald of rich Summer’s myriad flowers!           

           The climbing sun with new recovered powers

          Does warm thee into being, through the ring

          Of rich, brown earth he woos thee, makes thee fling

           Thy green shoots up, inheriting the dowers

           Of bending sky and sudden, sweeping showers,

          Till ripe and blossoming thou art a thing

           To make all nature glad, thou art so gay;

          To fill the lonely with a joy untold;

           Nodding at every gust of wind to-day,

          To-morrow jewelled with raindrops.  Always bold

           To stand erect, full in the dazzling play

          Of April’s sun, for thou hast caught his gold.

The second poet, E.E. Cummings ( 1984-1962) was one of the most popular poets of the twentieth century. Challenging the established approach to words on a page, Cummings experimented with form and language to create a distinct personal style. The exhilaration of the change in seasons is transmitted by his merging certain words together and distancing others in a poem that shouts out to be read aloud.

[in Just-]

By E.E. Cummings

in Just-

spring          when the world is mud-

luscious the little

lame balloonman

whistles          far          and wee

and eddieandbill come

running from marbles and

piracies and it’s

spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer

old balloonman whistles

far          and             wee

and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it’s

spring

and

         the

                  goat-footed

balloonMan          whistles

far

and

wee

Do you have a favorite poem to greet the season? Share it with us and share it by posting it on your own social media account as well. Poetry is not only meant to be read aloud, it is meant to be shared.

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