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Hayden Carruth: used rural New England imagery like Jane Kenyon and Donald Hall
Author of more than 30 books of poetry including The Voice That Is Great Within Us
- Scrambled Eggs and Whiskey
- Scrambled eggs and whiskey
- in the false-dawn light. Chicago,
- a sweet town, bleak, God knows,
- but sweet. Sometimes. And
- weren’t we fine tonight?
- When Hank set up that limping
- treble roll behind me
- my horn just growled and I
- thought my heart would burst.
- And Brad M. pressing with the
- soft stick and Joe-Anne
- singing low. Here we are now
- in the White Tower, leaning
- on one another, too tired
- to go home. But don’t say a word,
- don’t tell a soul, they wouldn’t
- understand, they couldn’t, never
- in a million years, how fine,
- how magnificent we were
- in that old club tonight.
- February Morning
- The old man takes a nap
- too soon in the morning.
- His coffee cup grows cold.
- Outside the snow falls fast.
- He’ll not go out today.
- Others must clear the way
- to the car and the shed.
- Open upon his lap
- lie the poems of Mr. Frost.
- Somehow his eyes get lost
- in the words and the snow,
- somehow they go
- backward against the words,
- upward among the flakes
- to the blankness of air,
- the busy abundance there.
- Should he take warning?
- Mr. Frost went off, they say,
- in bitterness and despair.
- The old man stirs and wakes,
- hearing the hungry birds,
- nuthatch, sparrow, and jay
- that clamor outside, unfed,
- and words stir from his past
- like this irritable sorrow
- of jay, nuthatch, and sparrow,
- wrath which no longer takes
- shape of sentence or song.
- He climbs the stairs to bed.
- The snow falls all day long.
Hayden Carruth
Hayden Carruth (1921-2008) was an American poet and literary critic. The son of a journalist, Carruth’s interest in the written word — especially poetry — began early in his life. He wrote more than 30 books of poetry and two poetry anthologies, including The Voice That Is Great Within Us, a comprehensive collection of modern poets. He served as editor-in-chief of Poetry from 1949 to 1950. In 1996, he won the National Book Award for his collection of verse, Scrambled Eggs and Whiskey. His wide-ranging knowledge of poetry, jazz, and blues is reflected in the range of styles in which he composed. Like his friends and fellow poets, Jane Kenyon (1947-1995) and Donald Hall (1928-2018), Carruth often drew his imagery from the rural New England setting in which he lived.
Here's something you might be interested in.
Hayden Carruth: used rural New England imagery like Jane Kenyon and Donald Hall
Author of more than 30 books of poetry including The Voice That Is Great Within Us
Hayden Carruth: used rural New England imagery like Jane Kenyon and Donald Hall
Author of more than 30 books of poetry including The Voice That Is Great Within Us
- Scrambled Eggs and Whiskey
- Scrambled eggs and whiskey
- in the false-dawn light. Chicago,
- a sweet town, bleak, God knows,
- but sweet. Sometimes. And
- weren’t we fine tonight?
- When Hank set up that limping
- treble roll behind me
- my horn just growled and I
- thought my heart would burst.
- And Brad M. pressing with the
- soft stick and Joe-Anne
- singing low. Here we are now
- in the White Tower, leaning
- on one another, too tired
- to go home. But don’t say a word,
- don’t tell a soul, they wouldn’t
- understand, they couldn’t, never
- in a million years, how fine,
- how magnificent we were
- in that old club tonight.
- February Morning
- The old man takes a nap
- too soon in the morning.
- His coffee cup grows cold.
- Outside the snow falls fast.
- He’ll not go out today.
- Others must clear the way
- to the car and the shed.
- Open upon his lap
- lie the poems of Mr. Frost.
- Somehow his eyes get lost
- in the words and the snow,
- somehow they go
- backward against the words,
- upward among the flakes
- to the blankness of air,
- the busy abundance there.
- Should he take warning?
- Mr. Frost went off, they say,
- in bitterness and despair.
- The old man stirs and wakes,
- hearing the hungry birds,
- nuthatch, sparrow, and jay
- that clamor outside, unfed,
- and words stir from his past
- like this irritable sorrow
- of jay, nuthatch, and sparrow,
- wrath which no longer takes
- shape of sentence or song.
- He climbs the stairs to bed.
- The snow falls all day long.
Hayden Carruth
Hayden Carruth (1921-2008) was an American poet and literary critic. The son of a journalist, Carruth’s interest in the written word — especially poetry — began early in his life. He wrote more than 30 books of poetry and two poetry anthologies, including The Voice That Is Great Within Us, a comprehensive collection of modern poets. He served as editor-in-chief of Poetry from 1949 to 1950. In 1996, he won the National Book Award for his collection of verse, Scrambled Eggs and Whiskey. His wide-ranging knowledge of poetry, jazz, and blues is reflected in the range of styles in which he composed. Like his friends and fellow poets, Jane Kenyon (1947-1995) and Donald Hall (1928-2018), Carruth often drew his imagery from the rural New England setting in which he lived.
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