Amber Guetebier is a poet and a short story writer. They both live in San Francisco, California. Brenda Knight is a poet and the author of several books, including Women of the Beat Generation, which won an American Book Award in 1997.

The Poetry Oracle

By Amber Guetebier, Brenda Knight

Consortium of Collective Consciousness

Copyright © 2008 Amber Guetebier Brenda Knight
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-888729-20-7

Contents

Title Page,
Copyright Page,
Introduction,
How to Use “The Poetry Oracle”,
THE POETRY ORACLE,
THE POETRY ORACLE,
Dedication,
Acknowledgments,
Bibliography,
Other Books by CCC Publishing:,

CHAPTER 1

    THE POETRY ORACLE

    Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke,
    The ashes, shame and scornes
    Robert Southwell, “The Burning Babe”

    the life we begin with a scream we end with a whisper
    Bucky Sinister, “The House that Punk Built”

    In the meantime, if you demand on the one hand,
    the raw material of poetry in
    all its rawness and
    that which is on the other hand
    genuine, you are interested in poetry.
    Marianne Moore, “Poetry”

    The Lady is a humble thing
    Made of death and water
    The fashion is to dress it plain
    And use the mind for border.
    Elise Cowen, “The Lady…”

    So sat I between the word truth
    And the word fable
    Took out my empty bowl
    And spoon.
    Charles Simic, “Pastoral”

    I must go to the mountains
    to hear
    the sound and the sound.
    Kijo Song, “Sound”

    To drift with every passion till my soul
    Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play,
    Is it for this that I have given away
    Mine ancient wisdom, and austere control?
    Oscar Wilde, “Helas”

    And graven with diamonds in letters plain
    There is written, her fair neck round about,
    “Noli me Tangere, for Caesar’s I am,
    And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.”
    Sir Thomas Wyatt The Elder, “Whoso List to Hunt”

    There is neither heaven nor
    earth,
    Only snow
    Falling incessantly.
    Hashin, “The First Snow Of The Year”

    I cannot abide these malapert males,
    Pirates of love who know no duty
    Sir William Davenant, from “Plays and Masques”

    That if gold ruste, what shal iren do?
    Geoffrey Chaucer, from “The General Prolouge, Canterbury Tales”

    And cannot pleasures, while they last,
    Be actual unless, when past,
    They leave us shuddering and aghast,
    With anguish smarting?
    Lewis Carroll, “A Valentine”

    Know you faire on what you look;
    Divinest love lyes in this booke
?