A Gift


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Amy Lawrence Lowell was an American poet of the imagist school from Brookline, Massachusetts, who posthumously won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1926.
Though she sometimes wrote sonnets, Lowell was an early adherent to the "free verse" method of poetry and one of the major champions of this method. She defined it in her preface to "Sword Blades and Poppy Seed"; in the North American Review for January, 1917; in the closing chapter of "Tendencies in Modern American Poetry"; and also in the Dial (January 17, 1918), as: "The definition of Vers libre is: a verse-formal based upon cadence. To understand vers libre, one must abandon all desire to find in it the even rhythm of metrical feet. One must allow the lines to flow as they will when read aloud by an intelligent reader. Or, to put it another way, unrhymed cadence is "built upon 'organic rhythm,' or the rhythm of the speaking voice with its necessity for breathing, rather than upon a strict metrical system. Free verse within its own law of cadence has no absolute rules; it would not be 'free' if it had." - Summary by Wikipedia (0 hr 13 min)

Capítulos

A Gift - Read by ALP 0:48 Leído por Algy Pug
A Gift - Read by ATR 0:44 Leído por Ashton Ruby
A Gift - Read by BK 0:55 Leído por Bruce Kachuk
A Gift - Read by BLT 0:48 Leído por Beth Thomas (1974-2020)
A Gift - Read by BSD 0:50 Leído por Brian Darby
A Gift - Read by DII 0:45 Leído por Diana Majlinger
A Gift - Read by DK 0:53 Leído por Dave182
A Gift - Read by DL 0:49 Leído por David Lawrence
A Gift - Read by EL 0:55 Leído por Newgatenovelist
A Gift - Read by GG 1:00 Leído por Greg Giordano
A Gift - Read by JEF 0:52 Leído por Jennifer Fournier
A Gift - Read by JJW 0:37 Leído por J.J. Wazman
A Gift - Read by LAH 0:52 Leído por Lee Ann Howlett
A Gift - Read by LLW 1:03 Leído por Leonard Wilson (1930-2024)
A Gift - Read by MK 0:58 Leído por Maria Kasper
A Gift - Read by MP 0:50 Leído por VfkaBT

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herewith the text of the poem:


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A Gift See! I give myself to you, Beloved! My words are little jars For you to take and put upon a shelf. Their shapes are quaint and beautiful, And they have many pleasant colours and lustres To recommend them. Also the scent from them fills the room With sweetness of flowers and crushed grasses. When I shall have given you the last one, You will have the whole of me, But I shall be dead.