20 Favorite Poets & Lyricists To Sample For National
Poetry Month
It is April, National Poetry Month. I have honored 20 of the
best poets and lyricists that I believe should be read and recognized.
These poets and lyricists were selected because of their
imagery and writing styles, as well as their contributions to society through
their works. For this list, I am doing things a bit differently. For the poets
I included written examples of their works, but for the lyricists I embedded
videos so the reader can truly sample the lyrical content as it was meant to be
sampled. If you have favorites that I did not include on this list please let
me know in the comments below or on Facebook.
Poets
10. Elizabeth Barrett & Robert Browning (1806-1861 and
1812-1889 respectively)
The original Power
Couple of 19th century English poetry, The Brownings mastered not
only the art of beautiful poetry but also the secret of a happy marriage: find
success on your own terms. Elizabeth Barrett-Browning’s sonnet “How do I love
thee? Let Me Count the Ways” is repeated so often that it almost obtains
greeting card status. However the remainder of her poems from her work, Sonnets from the Portuguese feature
poems that reveal a deep love that is both physically passionate and emotionally
satisfying. Her epic poem Aurora Leigh
is a feminist story about a woman who aspires to become a great poet and
artist.
Robert Browning also had his share of well-known poems. Many
of his best works such as “My Last Duchess” and “Childe Roland To the Dark
Tower Came” are character-driven monologues from unreliable narrators that
weave interesting and sometimes eerie tales. Together, The Brownings created a
memorable impact in their public lives as poets and their private lives as a
happily married couple.
Example:
Stanza from Aurora Leigh by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (Aurora gazes at a portrait of her late mother and imagines her in many forms)
And as I grew
In years, I mixed, confused, unconsciously,
Whatever I last read or heard or dreamed,
Abhorrent, admirable, beautiful,
Pathetical, or ghastly, or grotesque,
With still that face . . . which did not therefore change,
But kept the mystic level of all forms
And fears and admirations; was by turn
Ghost, fiend, and angel, fairy, witch, and sprite,–
A dauntless Muse who eyes a dreadful Fate,
A loving Psyche who loses sight of Love,
A still Medusa, with mild milky brows
All curdled and all clothed upon with snakes
Whose slime falls fast as sweat will; or, anon,
Our Lady of the Passion, stabbed with swords
Where the Babe sucked; or, Lamia in her first
Moonlighted pallor, ere she shrunk and blinked,
And, shuddering, wriggled down to the unclean
In years, I mixed, confused, unconsciously,
Whatever I last read or heard or dreamed,
Abhorrent, admirable, beautiful,
Pathetical, or ghastly, or grotesque,
With still that face . . . which did not therefore change,
But kept the mystic level of all forms
And fears and admirations; was by turn
Ghost, fiend, and angel, fairy, witch, and sprite,–
A dauntless Muse who eyes a dreadful Fate,
A loving Psyche who loses sight of Love,
A still Medusa, with mild milky brows
All curdled and all clothed upon with snakes
Whose slime falls fast as sweat will; or, anon,
Our Lady of the Passion, stabbed with swords
Where the Babe sucked; or, Lamia in her first
Moonlighted pallor, ere she shrunk and blinked,
And, shuddering, wriggled down to the unclean
“My Last Duchess” by Robert Browning
That’s my last Duchess painted
on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I
call
That piece a wonder, now; Fra
Pandolf’s hands
Worked busily a day, and there
she stands.
Will’t please you sit and look
at her? I said
“Fra Pandolf” by design, for
never read
Strangers like you that pictured
countenance,
The depth and passion of its
earnest glance,
But to myself they turned (since
none puts by
The curtain I have drawn for
you, but I)
And seemed as they would ask me,
if they durst,
How such a glance came there;
so, not the first
Are you to turn and ask thus.
Sir, ’twas not
Her husband’s presence only,
called that spot
Of joy into the Duchess’ cheek;
perhaps
Fra Pandolf chanced to say, “Her
mantle laps
Over my lady’s wrist too much,”
or “Paint
Must never hope to reproduce the
faint
Half-flush that dies along her
throat.” Such stuff
Was courtesy, she thought, and
cause enough
For calling up that spot of joy.
She had
A heart—how shall I say?— too
soon made glad,
Too easily impressed; she liked
whate’er
She looked on, and her looks
went everywhere.
Sir, ’twas all one! My favour at
her breast,
The dropping of the daylight in
the West,
The bough of cherries some
officious fool
Broke in the orchard for her,
the white mule
She rode with round the
terrace—all and each
Would draw from her alike the
approving speech,
Or blush, at least. She thanked
men—good! but thanked
Somehow—I know not how—as if she
ranked
My gift of a
nine-hundred-years-old name
With anybody’s gift. Who’d stoop
to blame
This sort of trifling? Even had
you skill
In speech—which I have not—to
make your will
Quite clear to such an one, and
say, “Just this
Or that in you disgusts me; here
you miss,
Or there exceed the mark”—and if
she let
Herself be lessoned so, nor
plainly set
Her wits to yours, forsooth, and
made excuse—
E’en then would be some stooping;
and I choose
Never to stoop. Oh, sir, she
smiled, no doubt,
Whene’er I passed her; but who
passed without
Much the same smile? This grew;
I gave commands;
Then all smiles stopped
together. There she stands
As if alive. Will’t please you
rise? We’ll meet
The company below, then. I
repeat,
The Count your master’s known
munificence
Is ample warrant that no just
pretense
Of mine for dowry will be
disallowed;
Though his fair daughter’s self,
as I avowed
At starting, is my object. Nay,
we’ll go
Together down, sir. Notice
Neptune, though,
Taming a sea-horse, thought a
rarity,
Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in
bronze for me!
9. Sappho (c. 630-570 b.c.e)
Many scholars compared Sappho to the Muses, the 9 Greek
goddesses of art and culture. She inspired many young women by training female
artists and poets and was very honest about her romantic relationships with men
and women.
Of course Sappho’s legacy is also featured in both her name
and the name of her home, the Island of Lesbos. When something is described as
having lesbian connotations, it is still called Sapphic.
Only a few fragments of her lyric poems still exist but the
fragments speak of romantic almost erotic longing. The speaker’s invocations
sometimes blame towards Aphrodite, becomes a cry of pain for having such
intense emotions that consume her.
Example: “Immortal Aphrodite” by Sappho
Immortal Aphrodite, on your intricately brocaded throne
child of Zeus, weaver of wiles, this I pray:
Dear Lady, don’t crush my heart
with pains and sorrows.
But come here, if ever before,
when you heard my far-off cry,
you listened. And you came,
leaving your father’s house,
yoking your chariot of gold.
Then beautiful swift sparrows led you over the black earth
from the sky through the middle air,
whirling their wings into a blur.
Rapidly they came. And you, O Blessed Goddess,
a smile on your immortal face,
asked what had happened this time,
why did I call again,
and what did I especially desire
for myself in my frenzied heart:
“Who this time am I to persuade
to your love? Sappho, who is doing you wrong?
For even if she flees, soon she shall pursue.
And if she refuses gifts, soon she shall give them.
If she doesn’t love you, soon she shall love
even if she’s unwilling.”
Come to me now once again and release me
from grueling anxiety.
All that my heart longs for,
fulfill. And be yourself my ally in love’s battle.
8. Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
In the movie, Dead
Poet’s Society the character John Keating (Robin Williams) used Walt
Whitman’s philosophy of “Carpe diem” to inspire his students to live life to
the fullest. He selected the perfect model for that sentiment.
Whitman broke many 19th century conventions both
in his life and works. He lived openly with men and embraced such tenets as
deism and living close to nature.
His poems particularly those found in his work, Leaves of Grass were exercises in free
verse and form, breaking many poetic conventions. They almost become
stream-of-conscious conversations as the speakers rhapsodize about whatever is
on their minds. In his poems, such as “Song of Myself”, Whitman wrote of complete
freedom and a love of the world around him that is unsurpassed.
Example: Stanza from “Song of Myself” by Walt Whitman
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy.
7. Maya Angelou (1928-2014)
In her autobiography I
Know Why the Caged Bird Sings and particularly her poetry, Maya Angelou
attacked racism and sexism head on. Many of her poems such as “Phenomenal
Woman” demonstrate the strength of women and African-Americans who face
insurmountable odds but still retain hope.
One of her poems, “On the Pulse of the Morning” was read at
Bill Clinton’s 1993 Inauguration which spoke of equality and love between races
and nationalities who only long to say “Good morning” to each other.
- Example “Phenomenal Woman” by Maya Angelou
Prettywomen wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
6. Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)
Edgar Allan Poe’s works are the perfect companions for a
stormy night when the house is dimly lit and the wind is howling outside. Poe’s
haunted imagery still has the power to send shivers down readers’ spines.
His poems, particularly “The Raven” and “The Haunted Palace”
explore the inner psyche of madness and despair. They show the human mind as a
place that the reader gets to explore but almost wish they hadn’t. In his
works, Poe wrote of a despair that can never truly be lifted even long after death.
Example “The Haunted Palace” by Edgar Allan Poe
In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace —
Radiant palace — reared its head.
In the monarch Thought’s dominion —
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair!
Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow,
(This — all this — was in the olden
Time long ago,)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odor went away.
Wanderers in that happy valley,
Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,
To a lute’s well-tuned law,
Round about a throne where, sitting
(Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well-befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.
And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.
But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch’s high estate.
(Ah, let us mourn! — for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him desolate!)
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
And travellers, now, within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
To a discordant melody,
While, like a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever
And laugh — but smile no more.
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace —
Radiant palace — reared its head.
In the monarch Thought’s dominion —
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair!
Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow,
(This — all this — was in the olden
Time long ago,)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odor went away.
Wanderers in that happy valley,
Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,
To a lute’s well-tuned law,
Round about a throne where, sitting
(Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well-befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.
And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.
But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch’s high estate.
(Ah, let us mourn! — for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him desolate!)
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
And travellers, now, within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
To a discordant melody,
While, like a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever
And laugh — but smile no more.
5. Langston Hughes (1902-1967)
Langston Hughes was the spokesperson of the Harlem
Renaissance, a time when many African-American authors, musicians, and artists
became well-known through their works. Hughes certainly made his voice heard.
His poems such as “Harlem (What Happens To A Dream
Deferred?”) and “The Negro Speaks of Rivers” spoke of racial and social issues
such as poverty, the historical scars of slavery, people being evicted, young
mothers giving birth to unwanted children, and simmering tension that could
explode in riots at any time. Hughes’ images are uncomfortably real and are
still relevant.
Example “Harlem (Dream Deferred?)” by Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
4. George Gordon Byron Lord Byron (1788-1824)
The Romantic poets
wrote of some of the best nature and supernatural poems. They had so many
representatives, but Lord Byron stands out not only for his works but living
his life according to the Romantic philosophies.
Described as “mad, bad, and dangerous to know,” Byron had
scores of lovers both male and female and often wrote passionately of them. He
lived life as openly as he could and died young during the Turkish revolution
because he carried a longing for freedom for all people. His poems also
portrayed his theories of deep lust (“She Walks In Beauty”)
, political freedom (“The Prisoner of Chillon”) and the
darkness in people who are considered social outcasts and are torn apart by
society’s standards (“Manfred”).
Example “She Walks in Beauty” by Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
3. Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)
Sylvia Plath took the
idea of confessional poetry to new heights. She let the reader know not only
what the speaker was feeling, but what Plath the writer was feeling. The poems
recount her unhappy marriage to fellow poet, Ted Hughes, her troubled
relationship with her father, Otto who died when she was 9 years old, and her
own concerns about her mental state.
In most of her poems, Plath described a woman who saw the
world as a very sad place. They are filled with disturbing images such as
“Daddy” when the speaker compares her father and current lover to a Nazi and a
vampire. They show darkness in the world and in the speaker’s and poet’s souls.
Example “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 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 gipsy 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.
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 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 gipsy 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.
2. W.B. Yeats (1865-1939)
W.B. Yeats had a deep reverence for mythology and the
supernatural. Many of his poems such as “Stolen Child” and his writing such as Celtic Twilight revealed a deep
reverence for Celtic stories about fairies and legends.
Being a member of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, a
group of occultists, he also had a deep reverence for the subconscious and
spirituality and how it played into his life. Like his contemporaries, such as
T.S. Eliot and Wilfred Owen, Yeats saw dread in the world, with the coming of
WWI and the Easter Uprising in Ireland. In his poems such as “The Second
Coming,” Yeats used symbolism and allegory to show the darkness of the current
world around him.
Example: “The Second Coming” by W.B. Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
1. Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
Emily Dickinson lived an isolated life in her home of
Amherst, Massachusetts. Indeed during the last 20 years of her life, she hardly
ever left her home, often wearing the same white dress almost like a living
ghost. However, Dickinson’s poetry left a bigger impact than she would ever
have known in her lifetime.
Dickinson’s over 1,700 poems are mostly brief but they
retain strong emotions and imagery throughout. Her poems like “Some Keep The
Sabbath Going to Church” or
“I Never Saw Another Moor” are invocations to nature’s
beauty in finding complex meanings to sunsets, insects like spiders and bees,
or birds’ songs. She also wrote of emotions in her poems like “This is My
Letter to the World,” or “I Felt A Funeral In My Brain” that describe speakers
that get their hearts broken, grieve for deceased loved ones, or feel
emotionally disconnected from everyone around them.
Dickinson revealed deep connections to the Spirit and the
Mind, considering her inner thoughts better company than the fickle outside world.
Example “This is My Letter to the World” by Emily Dickinson
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,--
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!
That never wrote to me,--
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!
Honorable Mention: Allen Ginsberg (“Howl”) ,John Keats (“Eve
of St. Agnes”), Anne Sexton
(“Housewife”), T. S. Eliot (“The Waste Land”), Percy Bysshe Shelley (“Ode to
the West Wind”), Adrienne Rich (“Snapshots for My Daugther-in-Law”), Edna St.
Vincent Millay (“First Fig”), ee cummings (“if/spring”), Dylan Thomas (“Do Not
Go Gentle Into That Good Night”), Christina Rossetti (“Goblin Market”), and
Robert Frost (“Stopping By The Woods On a Snowy Evening”)
Lyricists:
10. Leonard Cohen (1934-2016)
Leonard Cohen often wrote of people who were depressed and
lost by the darkness throughout the world such as racism, dishonest
governments, and social conformity as well as the darkness within such as
addiction, infidelity, and broken relationships. His lyrics are filled with
loss, despair and barely concealed rage at a world gone mad.
His songs such as “Hallelujah” and “Everybody Knows” reveal
relationships that have been broken apart by dishonesty and fallen intimacy.
The lyrics show very little light into the world but are always unforgettable
in their sadness.
Example: “Hallelujah” by Jeff Buckley
“Everybody Knows” by Leonard Cohen
9. Tori Amos (1963- )
Tori Amos is one of the best of the ‘90s female
singer/songwriters, women who wrote hauntingly descriptive lyrics detailing
pain and loss. Amos is to lyrics what Sylvia Plath is to poetry, deeply
confessional and deeply moving. Her lyrics describe fallen relationships and
inevitable loneliness when someone feels like they have to settle.
She also recounts hurt in her songs, such as “Silent All
These Years,” when the narrator
describes years of abuse. There is fragility and strength in
the lyrics as the narrator is someone who has been hurt but refuses to remain
silent any longer.
Example “Silent All These Years” by Tori Amos
8. Carly Simon (1945- )
The ‘70s definitely was a great time for female
singer-songwriters and Carly Simon was one of the best. Many of her lyrics
recounted unhappy relationships such as “You’re So Vain” about a woman in love
with a man who is more in love with himself.
She also recounts the
pain of women who are trapped in loveless relationships such as the haunting,
“That’s The Way I’ve Always Heard It Should Be” or “Coming Around Again” where
the speaker longs for something to break from the simple tedium from her daily
life. She also knew how to give women triumph in songs like “Let the River Run”
which celebrates personal and professional victory. Simon gave women a voice
and she did it wonderfully.
Example “That’s The Way I’ve Always Heard It Should Be” by
Carly Simon
7. Carole King (1942- )
Carole King’s impact is felt not only through her singing
career but in writing songs for others. The trajectory of her career can be
found in her early works like “(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman” where a
woman feels complete in her relationship or “Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow”
about a girl wondering about the morning after.
Her craft developed during the ‘60’s and ‘70s when her songs
took a more personal tone such as “Pleasant Valley Sunday,” a criticism of
suburbia made popular by the Monkees. Her album, Tapestry recounts lost love in such songs as “It’s Too Late,” the
emotional closeness of friendship in “You’ve Got a Friend,” and in “Beautiful” when
a narrator retains a positive outlook and self-image in times of trouble.
Example: “(You Make
Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman” by Aretha Franklin
“Beautiful” by Carole King
6. Bruce Springsteen (1949- )
Bruce Springsteen has been described as “The Voice of the
Working Man” and I would have to agree. In many of his songs, he wrote lyrics
about people who were stuck in dead-end jobs, dead-end towns and wondering
about their place in the American Dream. His much-misunderstood “Born in the
U.S.A.” is a negative look at the consequences of fighting for a country whose
values the speaker questions.
Many of Springsteen’s strongest songs like “Thunder Road”
reflect characters that desire and long to escape troubled situations by
driving all night and finding someone with which to be intimate. Sometimes like
in “Nebraska” they commit dark deeds just to be known and recognized.
Springsteen’s lyrics are tales of frustration, longing,
pain, but a willingness to fight against the System and to be heard.
Example “Thunder Road” by Bruce Springsteen
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5. Jim Morrison (1943-1971)
The lead singer of the Doors, Jim Morrison, had an interest
in the deeper subconscious and inner psyche. This was a fascination that he
explored in songs like “Break On Through (To The Other Side)” which discusses
opening the mind to gain a deeper perspective.
He also understood and wrote about the darkness in society
in lyrics such as “The End” where the narrator contemplates the end of the
world. Of course “The End” gained more relevance featured in the opening of the
film, Apocalypse Now as helicopters
bent on destruction enter Vietnam.
Example: “Break On Through (To The Other Side)” by The Doors
4. Peter Gabriel (1950- )
While Gabriel’s lyrics with Genesis were wonderful, his
lyrics as a solo artist were extremely powerful. Sometimes they were satiric
such as “Big Time” in which a yuppie is looking forward to his upwardly mobile
lifestyle or straight on such as in “Don’t Give Up” when the narrator is in
despair about unemployment and constant moving.
Many of the songs paint beautiful emotional images such as
“Red Rain” based on a dream Gabriel had of seeing his backyard filled with red
rain. (Which the song carried on more sinister connotations during the Cold War
because many thought the red rain was a symbol for nuclear fallout.) Even when
you don’t know what the song is getting at like the memorable “Sledgehammer”
you don’t forget it. (And who can forget “Sledgehammer’s” Claymation music video?)
Example: “Red Rain” by Peter Gabriel
3. Sarah McLachlan(1968- )
Sarah McLachlan’s contribution to female musicians as well
as her own singing/songwriting talent is second to none. In 1997, she founded
the Lilith Fair music festival which focused on female musicians and performers
such as herself, Sheryl Crow, Paula Cole, Lisa Loeb and others. She helped
provide female musicians much needed recognition and an outlet for their
creative talents.
McLachlan’s lyrics also reflect her tremendous talent. Her
images in songs such as “Possession” and “Building a Mystery” describe doomed
relationships between women and very troubled insecure men. (In fact she even
admitted “Possession” was inspired by letters from stalkers who insist that
they had a relationship with her, one of whom sued McLachlan for “stealing his
words” in the letters and later committed suicide.)
Her images in “Angel’ and “Full of Grace” describe someone
needing to find a sense of light and hope in a seemingly cold world filled with
addiction and separation.
Example: “Building a Mystery” by Sarah McLachlan
2. John Lennon (1940-1980)
Let’s get this straight: All of the Beatles were great as
singers and songwriters together as a group and in their solo acts. However,
top honors goes to John Lennon because of his activism, his lyrics reflecting
troubled times, and his honesty through his works.
In the Beatles, Lennon wrote songs that were honest and
upfront like in “Revolution” when he attacks anti-war protestors for being just
as violent as the people they are rebelling against. Other lyrics discuss a
cosmic connection between the individual and the Universe such as “Across the
Universe” in which the narrator wonders about their place in things.
As a solo artist, many of Lennon’s works reflect his desire
to change society such as “Imagine”
which idealizes the perfect society in which people are equal and free to
express love and peace.
Example: “Revolution” by The Beatles
“Imagine” by John Lennon
1. Bob Dylan (1941- )
In 2016, the Nobel Prize Committee awarded Bob Dylan with
the Nobel Prize in Literature, a much deserved recognition. Dylan’s lyrics gave
voices to the anti-war movement of the ‘60s and still are relevant today.
His lyrics contain images that are unforgettable such as in
“Blowin’ in the Wind” when the narrator asks “How many roads must a man walk
down before you can call him a man?” wondering about the futility of such
gestures or in “The Times They Are A-Changin’” in which the narrator pleads for
the older generation to understand and learn from their children.
Other lyrics such as “All Along the Watchtower” (most
famously and excellently performed by The Jimi Hendrix Experience) portray dark
Biblical imagery to convey a sense of fear, confusion, and imprisonment. Bob
Dylan not only spoke for his generation but for the later generations to come.
Example: “All Along the Watchtower” by The Jimi Hendrix
Experience
“The Times They Are A-Changin’” By Bob Dylan
Honorable Mention: Bono (“One”), Kurt Cobain (“Smells Like
Teen Spirit”), Sting (“Fields of Gold”), Melissa Etheridge (“Come To My
Window”), Paul Simon (“The Sounds of Silence”), John Denver ((Country Roads)
Take Me Home”), John Mellencamp (“Scarecrow”), Neil Young (“Old Man”), Eddie
Vedder (“Jeremy”), Alanis Morrissette (“You Oughta Know”), and Billy Joel
(“Piano Man”)
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