Imaginary Gardens: American Poetry And Art For Young People by Charles Sullivan


2156ac20ef40d99.jpg Author Charles Sullivan
Isbn 978-0810911307
File size 17.7 MB
Year 1989
Pages 111
Language English
File format PDF
Category art


 

a About Marianne Moore has poetry, discovers that there is in it said, "One after all, a place for the genuine." Imaginary Gardens is filled with — genuine poems by America's own poets some famous, some lesser-known, some recently discovered — and it is sumptuously the work of America's master Open illustrated with artists. the book to any page and begin reading. Imaginary Gardens has no adult-imposed cate- no chapter divisions. Young readers can gories, make their own discoveries, poems and — find enjoyment select their favorite in American poetry art. Carl Sandburg speaks of skyscrapers, Robert Frost of roads not taken. May Swenson of light- ning and baseball; Shel Silverstein imagines being in a rock 'n' roll band; a Native American ponders greatness. Artists John Singer Sargent and David Hock- ney bring to the poetry vibrant gardens, Alexander Calder an imaginary horse, and Keith Haring 60 delightful pigs. There are historic pho- Mathew B. Brady; there is cartoon humor from Gary Larson. And much more. tographs by young people of all ages. Imaginary Gara book to grow with, a reading companion through life's trials and pleasures dazzling foray into word and image. For dens is — 80 illustrations, including 40 plates in full color IMAGINARY GARDENS petals otappl^ingi"^**^' eaugW last 1^8 i,^on. heat as . did V °< ^*^^^ e nisW '°'' mfe * in a ptemawf Eac'to"' ' set soft. j^ I -^^"u, oak. ^1f as stone , „ stt" ^^ * „^, spoke? ov.1 sp *^^ ^^^^ ^.s, landlngtowauone , iV^eatd that i ^^ voice The . The Garden by David Hockney, 1980 3, u deW-«alU v ^ c e "<>- Qfi^MM, [n^fif^^^^ :j^i,^cuj^^^ This book is dedicated to my son JOHN SULLIVAN who taught me how the houseboat to see and the mouse and other things Editor: LOIS BROWN Designer: CAROL ANN ROBSON Rights and Reproductions: FREDERIC ROY Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Imaginary gardens American poetry and by Charles Sullivan, cm. p. : art for young people / edited Includes index. Summary: Includes a selection of poems by American poets and works of art by a variety of artists. ISBN 0-8109-1 130-2 1. Young adult poetry, American. [1 I. . American poetry— Collections. Sullivan, Charles, 1933- 2. 2. Children's poetry, American. Art appreciation.] . PS586.3.I43I989 700'.973— dcl9 Copyright © 89.2/1 1989 Charles Sullivan Illustrations copyright © 1989 Harry N. Abrams, Inc. Published in 1989 by Harry N. Abrams, Incorporated, New York No part of the contents of this book may be reproduced without the written permission of the publisher All rights reserved. A Times Mirror Company Printed and bound in Hong Kong TO THE READER bought my son a Talking Heads tape for his birthday, this year, and played some wrapped it up to mail to him. didn't understand very much the music was loud, the words hard to hear, hard for me to understand. Then I discovered a little booklet in the tape box, which contained the lyrics to each of the songs. tried reading them while the tape was playing, and this helped a little. tried reading them while the tape was not playing, and this helped a lot. Suddenly I could understand what the song "Ruby Dear" was all about: I I of it before I — I I I 'Round and 'round and we won't let go stop no one knows And where we Uh-huh Uh-huh Down and down Looking in a spin like we'll we Uh-huh Uh-huh Think about what ev'ryone Ruby dear Oh don't you hear when Late at night turn never learn is the radio saying is playing Ruby dear So looky here Oh, this record's broken .... This isn't just noise, said to myself, this is poetry. can understand the words of and can feel the feelings, too sometimes get so confused that I 'm spinning like a broken record, moving around but getting nowhere fast. You may be a lot younger than I, butyou have probably felt this also. And your parents have they ever felt it? doubt if there is much of a generation gap in basic human feelings. But when turn the tape back on, there's a difference between us. You (like my son) can still hear the words and understand them and relate to them. (like your parents) may be baffled by it, I I — I 1 — I I I the music, by the "noise." So music it's easier for — than it is you — which is usually words without people to understand rock. You don't think so? Try this: to understand poetry for older maggie and milly and molly and may to the beach (to play one day) went down and maggie discovered a shell that so sweetly she couldn't remember her sang troubles, and milly befriended a stranded star whose rays five languid fingers were; and molly was chased by a horrible thing which raced sideways while blowing bubbles: and may came home with as small as a world For whatever it's we a and smooth round stone as large as alone. lose (like a always ourselves we find you or a me) in the sea. — know what it's like to be alone how And if you've ever stood or walked quietly on the beach, just you, paying attention to nothing else but the sea, you don't need me to explain what the last line of this poem means. You've seen shells, starfish, crabs, stones. You smallyou compared feel, to that bigness. But a lot of poetry isn't like that, you say? A lot of it is old and hard to understand and boring, you think? think so, too. But this doesn't mean that all poetry is bad; it means that we need to be selective, to pick out what is good from what isn't just as we do with movies, clothes, teachers, or friends. Or rock music. "Good" means what is good for you; somebody else may like something that you dislike. And that's all right. What 1 like best is the kind of poem that talks about something very real and true to me. It may be silly or serious; it may be old-fashioned or new; it may be written in simple words or it may take me a while to understand. But it has to be believable. As one poet said, we want to see "imaginary gardens with real toads in them." We can imagine almost anything a poet asks us to a garden or a beach or a broken record if it touches our feelings in a way that we know is true. spinning on a turntable The poems in this book are about many different things including a garden, a beach, a record, but also including pets and families, war, sports, outer space, living in a shoe silly things and serious things that get all mixed together in this wonderful, I — — — — — scary adventure that we call "life." Combined with the poetry were writing "Houseboat Mouse," you'll see a little drawing of a mouse dancing, like the one in the poem; you'll also find a painting of a houseboat the wooden kind that some people lived on in years gone by. If my poem is a good poem, then you don't need these pictures to make the mouse and the houseboat real for you your own imagination can do that. But the pictures may help you to see what was looking at (or perhaps imagining) when wrote this poem: about. For example, with are pictures of things that the poets my poem, — I I My house is a boat, my boat is a house, I live on the river with Morris the mouse .... Did this ever really happen? Who knows? It's happening now, in your imagination (and in mine) You'll just have to keep on wondering if ever lived on a houseboat, or any kind of a boat, with or without a mouse. This book has no rules. You don't have to read it if you don't want to. If you do want to read it, you can start anywhere you like at the beginning, at the end, or in the middle. You can read one poem, or several, or all of them. You can sleep with this book under your pillow, or hide it in the wastebasket and hope that it will get thrown out with the trash. You are the boss of this book! Naturally (being a parent) hope thatyou won't throw the book away; somebody had to work hard to get it for you, and and other people had to work hard to put it together. But a gift is not truly a gift if it has any "shoulds" tied to it. So what you do with this gift is up to you. hope you learn to enjoy it, but In fact, what you do with poetry is up to you. would bite my tongue rather than say that you should enjoy it. That's your decision. will ask a favor of you, however. Please write and tell me how you like this book. Even if you don't like some of it (or all of it) am interested in your opinions. Here's my name and address. (Do you think it's real?) I . — I I I I I I Charles Sullivan Houseboat Passages P.O. Box 1775 Annapolis, Maryland 21404 Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose John Singer Sargent, 1885-86 THERE ARE DIFFERENT GARDENS Carl Sandburg lowers can be cousins of the The stars. and speaking lips of the lily And the warning of the fire and the dust They are in the gardens and the sky of stars. Beyond the shots of the light of this sun Are the little sprinkles, the little twinklers Of suns to whose lips this lily never sent A whisper from its closing and speaking lips. closing POETRY Marianne Moore too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond Reading it, however, with all this fiddle. discovers that there it is a perfect contempt for it, one in after all, a place for the genuine. Hands that can grasp, eyes that can dilate, hair that can rise if it must, these things are important not because a high sounding interpretation can be put upon them but because they are useful; when they become so derivative as to become unintelligible, the same thing may be said for all of us, that we do not admire what we cannot understand: the bat, holding on upside down or in quest of something to eat, elephants pushing, a wild horse taking a roll, a tireless wolf under a tree, the immovable critic twitching his skin like a horse that feels a flea, the baseball fan, the statistician nor is it valid to discriminate against "business documents and all these phenomena are important. One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the school-books"; result nor till is the poets not poetry, among us can be "literalistsof the imagination" — above insolence and triviality and can present imaginary gardens with real toads in them, we have In the meantime, if you demand on one hand, for inspection, shall it. the raw material of poetry in all its that rawness and which is on the other hand genuine, then you are interested in poetry. The Horse by Alexander Calder. 1976 A GIGANTIC BEAUTY OF A STALLION from Song of Myself Walt Whitman and responsive to wide between the ears, gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh Head high H in the forehead, Limbs glossy and supple, Eyes full tail my caresses. dusting the ground, of sparkling wickedness, ears finely cut, flexibly moving. His nostrils dilate as my heels embrace him. His well-built limbs tremble with pleasure as we race around and return. THE WRITER Richard Wilbur n her room at the prow of the house Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden, My daughter is writing a story. I pause in the stairwell, hearing From her shut door a commotion of typewriter-keys Like a chain hauled over a gunwale. Young as she Of her I wish her But As now if is, life is a a the stuff great cargo, it is who pauses, she to reject my thought and A stillness greatens, in she is at it its easy figure. which The whole house seems And then and some of it heavy: lucky passage. to be thinking. again with a bunched clamor Of strokes, and again is silent. remember the dazed starling Which was trapped in that very room, two years I How we stole in, lifted a And retreated, not to affright it; And how for a helpless hour, through We watched the sleek, wild, dark the crack of the door, And iridescent creature Batter against the brilliance, drop like a glove To the hard And wait floor, then, or the desk-top, humped and For the wits to try it again; bloody, and how our spirits Rose when, suddenly sure, It lifted off from a chair-back. Beating a smooth course for the right And It is clearing the always sill a matter, 10 window of the world. my darling. Of life or death, as had forgotten. wish What wished you before, but harder I I ago; sash I Jungle Tales James Jebusa Shannon, 1895 WHEN MOTHER When Mother reads aloud, Seem very near and READS ALOUD I cross the desert's far lands true; gleaming sands, Or hunt the jungle's prowling bands, Or sail the ocean blue. Far heights, whose peaks the cold mists shroud, scale, when Mother reads aloud. I hen Mother reads aloud, the past Seems real as every day; I hear the tramp of armies vast, I see the spears and lances cast, 1 join the trilling fray; Brave knights and ladies I fair and proud meet when Mother reads aloud. When Mother reads aloud, I long For noble deeds to do To help the right, redress the wrong; It seems so easy to be strong. So simple to be true. Oh, thick and fast the visions crowd My eyes, when Mother reads aloud. II Alexander Cassatt and His Son Robert by Mary Cassatt, 1884-85 FATHER'S STORY Elizabeth Madox Roberts more coal on the e put And while we Our father big red fire. are waiting for dinner to cook. comes and A story that he tells us about has read in a book. And Charles and Will and Dick and And all of us but Clarence are there. And some of us sit on Father's legs, But one has to sit on the little I red chair. And when we are sitting very still. He sings us a song or tells a piece; He sings Dan Tucker Went to Town, Or he tells us about the golden fleece. He tells us about the golden wool. And some of it is about a boy Named Jason, and And some is about And while he I is about a ship. a town called Troy. telling or singing stand by his arm, for that it through, is my place. And push my fingers into his skin To make little dents in his big round face. I Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1847 THE CHILDREN'S HOUR Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1 A whisper etween the dark and the daylight, When the night is Comes That I a beginning to lower, pause in the day's occupations is known as the Children's hear in the chamber above From They Hour me The patter of little feet. The sound of a door that is opened. And Yet I see in the lamplight. 14 a silence: their merry eyes are plotting and planning together me by surprise. A sudden rush from the stairway, A sudden raid from the hall! By three doors left They enter my They climb up unguarded castle wall! into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; the broad hall stair Descending Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair and then know by To take voices soft and sweet. my study I If I try to escape, they They seem surround me; to be everywhere. The Daughters of Edward D. Boit John Singer Sargent, 1882 They almost devour me with Their arms about Till 1 me kisses, entwine. think of the Bishop of Bingen In his Do you Mouse-Tower on the Rhine! think, O blue-eyed banditti, Because you have scaled the wall, Such an old mustache as am 1 Is not a match for you all? I have you fast in And will not my fortress. let you depart. But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart. And there I will keep you forever, Yes, forever Till and a day. the wall shall crumble to ruin, And molder in dust away! 15 The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe about 1890 THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN WHO LIVED IN A SHOE here was an old woman who lived in a shoe, She had so many children she didn't know what to do. She gave them some broth, without any bread. She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed. MOTHER GOOSE There was an She had She She i6 so gave i^B[ old many them IN HIEROGLYPHICS. who in a she did ''5q some them lived \ broth, without soundly, and put n't know what to do. any them to There Was An Old about 1855 Woman Who Lived in a Shoe

Author Charles Sullivan Isbn 978-0810911307 File size 17.7 MB Year 1989 Pages 111 Language English File format PDF Category Art Book Description: FacebookTwitterGoogle+TumblrDiggMySpaceShare The juxtaposition of art and poetry is not an original concept, but this volume contains an especially felicitous selection. The collection of photographs, superb artwork and splendidly varied poems–both silly and serious–is eclectic and historically comprehensive. Winslow Homer’s 19th-century “The Fox Hunt” with its rook shadow accompanies Valerie Worth’s “Crows” and Barbara Angell’s “Fox’s Song.” Carl Sandburg’s “Milk-white Moon, Put the Cows to Sleep” is paired with Roy Lichtenstein’s “Cow Triptych.” Whitman’s moving “The Words of the True Poems” and two of Dickinson’s poems about death are aligned with a photograph of the late teacher/astronaut Christa McAuliffe. Poet Sullivan ( American in Poetry ) has a discerning eye, and has chosen poems and art that not only reflect the breadth and depth of the American experience, but are accessible to children of varying ages. From the startling Chippewa Indian song about greatness to the brilliant photograph of the earth as seen from the Apollo 17 spacecraft, each page is a dazzling surprise. All ages.     Download (17.7 MB) The Poet Edgar Allan Poe: Alien Angel Poetry In Painting: Writings On Contemporary Arts And Aesthetics Whitman Illuminated: Song of Myself Emily Dickinson’s Gardens: A Celebration of a Poet and Gardener by Marta Mcdowell The Poetry of Roses Load more posts

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