Found poetry
Found poetry is the rearrangment of words or phrases taken randomly from other sources (example: clipped newspaper headlines, bits of advertising copy, handwritten cards pulled from a hat) in a manner that gives the rearranged words a completely new meaning.In order to do this, it requires the poet to draw upon not only mental creativity but his or her own unconscious attitude regarding the nature of language. Structurally, it is similar to the process of creating a visual collage composition. Stylistically, it is similar to the visual art of "appropriation" in which two- and three-dimensional art is created from recycled items, giving ordinary/commercial things new meaning when put within a new context in unexpected combinations or juxtapositions. Appropriation art often plays upon a double-edged meaning, wherein the object's new artistic meaning makes a political or philosophical comment on its original purpose, and the same can be said for the way 'found poetry' can contain clever wordplay or evoke ironic contradictions in the way we use language.
Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day,
Out of the gold air of the afternoon,
Bound back above his ears with golden wire,
Not man's nor woman's was the immortal grace
And lighting the proud eyes with changeless light,
That presence filled the garden.
Saying, "What would you, Sir?"
"Blessed art thou of women!" Half she heard,
The message of that clear and holy tone,
Such serene tidings moved such human smart.
Her hands crept up her breast. She did but know
Within her body, a will too strong for her
Closed, and a thousand soft short broken sighs,
Such multitudinous burnings, to and fro,
If they were hurt or joy for her; but only
All wonderful, filled full of pains to come
Human, and quaint, her own, yet very far,
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Over and over, whispering, half revealing,
'Twixt tears and laughter, panic hurrying her,
He knelt unmoved, immortal; with his eyes
Radiant, untroubled in his wisdom, kind.
How should she, pitiful with mortality,
With ripples of her perplexed shaken heart,
And whispers of the lonely weight she bore,
And at length hers?
And said, "So be it!"
Showering glory on the fields, and fire.
Unswerving, unreluctant. Soon he shone
The Funeral of Youth: Threnody
The day that YOUTH had died,
In decent mourning, from the country's ends,
Who had lived the boon companions of his prime,
In feast and wine and many-crown'd carouse,
When YOUTH kept open house,
Aught of his high emprise and ventures dear,
All these, with loitering feet and sad head bar'd,
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