The document lists and describes several long poems in English literature. It begins by listing 20 poems known for their length, including works by Sylvia Plath, Dylan Thomas, George Gordon Byron, and Walt Whitman. It notes that Whitman's Leaves of Grass could be considered an epic poem. The document also mentions a 1995 BBC poll of favorite long poems in England, including works by Tennyson, Coleridge, Wordsworth, and Eliot.
The document lists and describes several long poems in English literature. It begins by listing 20 poems known for their length, including works by Sylvia Plath, Dylan Thomas, George Gordon Byron, and Walt Whitman. It notes that Whitman's Leaves of Grass could be considered an epic poem. The document also mentions a 1995 BBC poll of favorite long poems in England, including works by Tennyson, Coleridge, Wordsworth, and Eliot.
The document lists and describes several long poems in English literature. It begins by listing 20 poems known for their length, including works by Sylvia Plath, Dylan Thomas, George Gordon Byron, and Walt Whitman. It notes that Whitman's Leaves of Grass could be considered an epic poem. The document also mentions a 1995 BBC poll of favorite long poems in England, including works by Tennyson, Coleridge, Wordsworth, and Eliot.
(10) "Daddy "and "Tulips" by Sylvia Plath (two remarkable poems by
the golden-haired "rock star" of American poetry) "After the Persian" by Louis Bogan (a lovely lament written by a great but undervalued poet) "Prometheus Unbound" by Percy Bysshe Shelley (the first call to nonviolent resistance by a major artist) "Fern Hill" by Dylan Thomas (a glorious romp through remembrances of childhood) "Don Juan" by George Gordon, Lord Byron (a delightfully cynical, satirical assay of the sorrows and absurdities of life) (9) "The Highwayman" by Alfred Noyes (a lovely melodic ghost story that will delight adults and children alike) (8) "In Memory of W. B. Yeats" by W. H. Auden (one of the best elegies in the English language, in a modern style) (7) "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T. S. Eliot (with this eclectic poem Eliot may have created our vision of the modern poet: himself!) (6) "Sunday Morning" by Wallace Stevens (a master of English meter tackles vexing but ultimately unanswerable questions of life and faith) (5) "Voyages" by Hart Crane is surely the greatest rhapsodic love poem in the English language! (4) "Tom O' Bedlam's Song" by Anonymous (the amazing final stanza is like Don Quixote condensed to a few electric lines) (3) "Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood" by William Wordsworth (perhaps the greatest spiritual poem in the English language) (2) "Elegy Written in a Country Church-Yard" by Thomas Gray may have been the first great poem of English Romanticism (1) "Song of Myself," "Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking" and "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd" by Walt Whitman (the inventor of modern free verse)
Honorable Mention: "Let America Be America Again" by Langston
Hughes, "Howl" by Allen Ginsberg, "Dover Beach" by Matthew Arnold, "Four Quartets" and "The Waste Land" by T. S. Eliot, "Directive" by Robert Frost, "The Fish" by Elizabeth Bishop, "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe, "Memorial Rain" by Archibald MacLeish, "Church Going" by Philip Larkin, "Ulysses" and "In Memoriam A.H.H." by Lord Alfred Tennyson, "The Song of Hiawatha" and "Evangeline" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, "His Confession" by the Archpoet, "The Song of Solomon" from the King James Bible (aka "The Song of Songs"), "Piers Plowman" by William Langland, "Brut" by Layamon, "Adonais," "Queen Mab" and "The Revolt of Islam" by Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Omeros" by Derek Walcott, "The Prelude" and "Tintern Abbey" by William Wordsworth, "Proem: To Brooklyn Bridge" by Hart Crane, "Venus and Adonis" and "The Phoenix and the Turtle" by William Shakespeare, "The Rape of the Lock" by Alexander Pope
If Leaves of Grass is considered to be one long poem, then in my
opinion it should be considered along with the great epic poems of Homer, Dante, Chaucer, Spenser, Shakespeare and Milton. However, it is my understanding that Whitman agreed with his contemporary Edgar Allan Poe that long poems are not compatible with the English language (or perhaps not with modern readers of English poetry). I believe most readers today prefer poems they can read in a single sitting, and all the poems above and below fall into that category.
In 1995 the BBC conducted a poll, asking listeners and viewers to
name their favorite poems. A number of long/longish poems were among England's favorites, including The Lady of Shallot" by Alfred Lord Tennyson, "Rime of the Ancient Mariner" and Kubla Khan" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "The Prelude" by William Wordsworth, "Preludes" by T. S. Eliot, "The Whitsun Weddings" by Philip Larkin, and several of the poems previously mentioned.
Daddy by Sylvia Plath
You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.
Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time— Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal
And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off the beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du.
In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend
Says there are a dozen or two.
So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw.
It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene
An engine, an engine, Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew.
The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
Are not very pure or true. With my gypsy ancestress and my weird luck And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack I may be a bit of a Jew.
I have always been scared of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You—
Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through. Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you.
You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot But no less a devil for that, no not Any less the black man who
Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do.
But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue. And then I knew what to do. I made a model of you, A man in black with a Meinkampf look
And a love of the rack and the screw.
And I said I do, I do. So daddy, I'm finally through. The black telephone's off at the root, The voices just can't worm through.
If I've killed one man, I've killed two—
The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year, Seven years, if you want to know. Daddy, you can lie back now.
There's a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.