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The Best Uses of Poetry? Let Me Count The Ways.

By Joanna Robinson | Posted Under Miscellaneous | Comments (58)



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It’s the first of April! A day of pranks, pratfalls and poetry. Poetry? Yes, poetry, verse, balladry, poesy, doggerel. Poetry. April is National Poetry Month (donchaknow) and instead of trying to prank you today, I thought I would take a moment and look at the best uses of poetry in film. We’re going to pretend that film where Cameron Diaz learned to read and then stumblewept her way through e.e. cummings never happened. If I missed your favorite, let me know…mayhap in meter and rhyme? Is that asking too much? Then a haiku will do.

1. John Hannah—“Four Weddings And A Funeral
Poem: W.H. Auden’s “Funeral Blues”
Best Lines: He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest.

2. Sarah Polley—“The Sweet Hereafter”
Poem: Robert Browning’s “The Pied Piper of Hamelin”
Best Lines: It’s dull in our town since my playmates left! I can’t forget that I’m bereft of all the pleasant sights they see, Which the Piper also promised me.

3. Alan Rickman—“Sense and Sensibility”
Poem: Edmund Spenser’s “The Faerie Queene V, ii, 39”
Best Lines: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

4. Meryl Streep in “Out of Africa”
Poem: A. E. Houseman’s “To An Athlete Dying Young”
Best Lines: Smart lad, to slip betimes away, From fields where glory does not stay, And early though the laurel grows, It withers quicker than the rose.

5. Marlon Brando—“Apocalypse Now: Redux”
Poem: T.S. Eliot’s “The Hollow Men”
Best Lines: This is the way the world ends, This is the way the world ends, This is the way the world ends, Not with a bang but a whimper.

6. Ben Whishaw—“Bright Star”
Poem: John Keats’s “La Belle Dame San Merci”
Best Lines: And there she lulled me asleep, And there I dreamed - Ah! woe betide! - The latest dream I ever dreamt On the cold hill side.

7. Kirsten Dunst—“Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”
Poem: Alexander Pope’s “Eloisa to Abelard”
Best Lines: How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!

8. Rutger Hauer—“Blade Runner”
It’s not an actual poem, but oughtn’t it be? Hauer ad libbed my favorite part.
Best Lines: All those … moments will be lost in time, like tears…in rain.
Time to die.

9. Kenneth Branaugh—“Henry V”
William Shakespeare’s “St Crispin’s Day Speech”
Best Lines: We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile.

Joanna Robinson scrambles up onto her desk. “This is for Dustin Rowles. Ahem. ‘O Captain! My Captain! Our fearful’-Huh what? It’s about a dead guy? Oh, never mind, carry on.”









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Comments

I ♥ Joanna.

... and when he shall die
Take him and cut him out in little stars
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at April 1, 2011 12:09 PM

Love this post, JoRo
but I can't hear anything
coming from these clips

Only sound I hear
is 'Jibans furiously
clicking Hendricks link

Seriously, I think Rowles may break the internet with that joke link.

Posted by: MelBivDevoe at April 1, 2011 12:16 PM

Ron Perlman as the Beast reciting Shakespeare's 29th sonnet.

Posted by: The Mutt at April 1, 2011 12:18 PM

...that Auden poem kills me every time.

Posted by: MelBivDevoe at April 1, 2011 12:19 PM

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

-LH

Posted by: e at April 1, 2011 12:20 PM

My darling little Link Wench
I was afraid at first
You would omit Bright Star
A movie known to quench
My literary thirst
My thanks for the nod to Auden
Whose poem about September
I cherish and remember
Despite the ugly war

Posted by: PaddyDog at April 1, 2011 12:21 PM

My dearest darling Paddy
I wouldn't lie to you
I've already watched Bright Star today
Despite having many things to do.

Posted by: coveredinbees at April 1, 2011 12:24 PM

YES to the St. Crispin's Day speech. A thousand times yes. I love me some Henry V.

Posted by: nosio at April 1, 2011 12:24 PM

Finding the Spark
Fanning the Flame
Feeding the Blaze
Loosing the Conflagration
Watching the Pyre
then...
Sifting the Ashes
in the hopes of...
Finding the Spark

Posted by: Wintermute at April 1, 2011 12:29 PM

NEEEEEEIIIIILLLLLL!

::runs off towards frozen, snow-covered lake::

Posted by: branded at April 1, 2011 12:33 PM

There was an old man of Calcutta,
Who coated his tonsils with butter,
Thus converting his snore
From a thunderous roar
To a soft oleaginous mutter.


What?

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at April 1, 2011 12:33 PM

Though I must add a pair to your list...

Babylon Five, Ambassador G'Kar quoting Yeats
"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"

Or Sean Bean as Cleric Partridge in Equilibrium, also with Yeats
"But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."

Though personally, I look forward to the day when Kipling, the greatest poet since the Bard, gets some recognition and starts being quoted more in film and television.

Posted by: Wintermute at April 1, 2011 12:33 PM

I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you’re always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you’re not around,
and the fact that you didn’t call.
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,
not even close…
not even a little bit…
not even at all.

I mean, WTF JoRo? I thought you were one of us.

Posted by: Internet Magpie at April 1, 2011 12:42 PM

Thanks, Magpie, I'd forgotten that movie. Must dig out my copy and watch it again.

Posted by: Wintermute at April 1, 2011 12:46 PM

Where did you find the gorgeous Ben Whishaw reading poetry? I loooooove it. He's so awesome as Keats in that movie. It's so romantic! Sa-woon.

Posted by: grace b at April 1, 2011 1:05 PM

God, Alan Rickman. That scene makes my heart all kinds of fluttery and then I just stop breathing a little.

I confess though, I'm not much for poetry. I can't really it explain it any better than it makes me feel...uncomfortable. Self conscious for the writer or something. It's weird. I'll like the odd little poem now and then, but it's not something that gets to me, really. I like...Shakespeare. And ee cummings. That's about it.

Posted by: figgy at April 1, 2011 1:07 PM

Oh and that Auden poem is incredible.

Posted by: figgy at April 1, 2011 1:08 PM

Re: more Kipling - Cary Grant in Gunga Din.

Posted by: michele at April 1, 2011 1:13 PM

Mrs. Julien, you made me snort. It was very unbecoming.

Posted by: coveredinbees at April 1, 2011 1:20 PM

Thanks and Mr. Julien wants the Auden read at this funeral. We'll see.

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at April 1, 2011 1:34 PM

Wintermute:

I was just ready to ask you to have babies with me and then you ranked Kipling above Yeats.

Posted by: PaddyDog at April 1, 2011 1:50 PM

@ Michele,

I figured one can assume Kipling in Gunga Din, and in Rikki Tikki Tavi, The Jungle Book, Captains Courageous, The Man Who Would Be King, Kim, etc

But you don't hear the man quoted often. I'd like to change that... I'd like some sci fi engineer to be crawling through ductwork and reciting "The secret of machines" to himself while he hammers pipes with a hydrospanner.

I'd like to see Sean Bean, cast as some Para on Wireless Ridge in the Falklands, quoting "The Roman Centurion's Song" or "The Ode to Mithras"

I'd like to see (dare I dream) Nathan Fillion quote "Song of the Red War Boat" while dressed as a viking.

Actually, I'd just like to see Nathan Fillion dressed as a viking. The poetry would be optional. But you get my gist, I think.

Posted by: Wintermute at April 1, 2011 1:50 PM

@Paddydog
Sorry, but as much as I love other poets... none of them move me the way Kipling's verse does. Something in his words just reaches down and twists something deep in my chest. The only others who even come close with their writing are Shakespeare and (odd, for one who rejects organized religion, but there you go) Archbishop Thomas Cranmer.

Posted by: Wintermute at April 1, 2011 2:01 PM

Every Wednesday
I must haiku with kittens
Even in April

Posted by: JuiceinLA at April 1, 2011 2:06 PM

Although I strongly disagree on your rankings, I can't argue. For poetry, I firmly believe in "to each his own". A prose story can grow on a person as he/she reads even if they don't like the original style, but a poem has to grab you from the start and if it doesn't, it never will.

Posted by: PaddyDog at April 1, 2011 2:09 PM

The above was directed to Wintermute

Posted by: PaddyDog at April 1, 2011 2:10 PM

My husband does not understand why I love poetry, and I could never get across why in my arguments. I had never seen Four Wedding and a Funeral at the time we had these arguments. Now, I can just refer him to that scene (or any of the others posted above). End of argument.

Posted by: leuce7 at April 1, 2011 2:33 PM

Ha, I only now realized that in Apocalypse Now, Marlon Brando quotes a poem that begins with a quote from Heart of Darkness, on which the movie is based. Yep, I'm slow. In my defense though, I saw the movie before reading either Conrad or Eliot, so... No, still embarrassing.

Posted by: Fat Girl With Glasses at April 1, 2011 2:41 PM

grace b:

If you are as addicted as I and apparently Joanna are to Bright Star, you can buy the DVD which has an extra feature of Whishaw reading.

Posted by: PaddyDog at April 1, 2011 2:42 PM

Also, grace b, I highly recommend the Bright Star soundtrack. The music for the film was beautiful and the album has snatches of dialogue (the letters) and poems as well ("Belle Dame Sans Merci," "Bright Star," and "Ode To A Nightingale").

I know this phrase is overused, but I could listen to Ben Whishaw read the phonebook.

http://www.amazon.com/Bright-Star-Various-Artists/dp/B002L5GQ3W/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1301684405&sr=8-3

Posted by: coveredinbees at April 1, 2011 3:05 PM

Oh, please don't punish Estlin for the sort-of-right-sort-of-horrific casting of Cameron Diaz in "In Her Shoes." That poem is all kinds of wonderful.

Yay poetry month...

Posted by: Ariel at April 1, 2011 3:56 PM

Glenn Estlin was going to be my nom de plume.

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at April 1, 2011 3:58 PM

Wintermute-

A thousand times yes. A friend sent me "The Secret of Machines" a few years ago since she knows how much I love science fiction. Ever since then I can't stop thinking how perfect it would be to hear that spoken in a great SciFi series or film.

But remember, please, the Law by which we live,
We are not built to comprehend a lie,
We can neither love nor pity nor forgive.

Doesn't that just fit so perfectly with robotics? Someone needs to get on that.

Posted by: beckster at April 1, 2011 4:41 PM

I dont know if it got lost in translation or not but the entire movie "the tiger and the snow" was about poetry and a continuous quote of various poems. yes it's an imperfect movie but if you ever saw Benigni recite the Divine Comedy you know the man can recite poetry like nobody's business. Also there is wonderful line about what makes poetry necessary.

Posted by: rio at April 1, 2011 4:51 PM

@beckster
Exactly... or the "Hymn to Breaking Strain"
We only of Creation
(Oh, luckier bridge and rail!)
Abide the twin-damnation --
To fail and know we fail.

@Paddydog, you have it precisely. Poetry is such a personal thing, what one sees as sacred another might not even remark upon.

Posted by: Wintermute at April 1, 2011 4:55 PM

And, of course, Ode to Spot.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SySZdvsFYt4

Posted by: The Mutt at April 1, 2011 5:18 PM

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Posted by: Kristen at April 1, 2011 5:52 PM

I don't think it's ever been in a movie, but the poem that wrenches me is Hopkins' Spring and Fall:

Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By & by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep & know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow's springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.

And I could read the Leaden Echo and the Goldn Echo aloud, over and over.

Posted by: Codger at April 1, 2011 6:39 PM

too many great poems to choose from! still, here's one i hope you enjoy....

Eating Poetry

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.

I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.

Mark Strand

Posted by: splinter at April 1, 2011 7:09 PM

I would like to submit, in its entirety, Faerie Tale Theatre's Pied Piper, starring Eric Idle, and being done entirely in verse.

What? Doesn't everyone own the entire FTT run on DVD?

Posted by: Samantha at April 1, 2011 8:10 PM

This is why I love you all so much. Codger produces one of my favorite poems, splinter a delightful one I'd never heard of and Samantha prompts me to post this (though I'm sure she's seen it):

http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/0a6f77e611/hello-i-m-shelley-duvall

Posted by: Joanna Robinson at April 1, 2011 8:15 PM

aw, shucks, joanna. hope you don't regret the shoutout. another for everyone's enjoyment:

Duration

I
Sky black
Yellow earth
The rooster tears the night apart
The water wakes and asks what time it is
The wind wakes and asks for you
A white horse goes by

II
As the forest in its bed of leaves
you sleep in your bed of rain
you sing in your bed of wind
you kiss in your bed of sparks

III
Multiple vehement odor
many-handed body
On an invisible stem a single
whiteness

IV
Speak listen answer me
what the thunderclap
says, the woods
understand

V
I enter by your eyes
you come forth by my mouth
You sleep in my blood
I waken in your head

VI
I will speak to you in stone-language
(answer with a green syllable)
I will speak to you in snow-language
(answer with a fan of bees)
I will speak to you in water-language
(answer with a canoe of lightning)
I will speak to you in blood-language
(answer with a tower of birds)

Octavio Paz

Posted by: splinter at April 1, 2011 9:04 PM

Once there was an elephant,
Who tried to use the telephant-
No! no! I mean an elephone
Who tried to use the telephone-
(Dear me! I am not certain quite
That even now I’ve got it right.)

Howe’er it was, he got his trunk
Entangled in the telephunk:
The more he tried to get it free,
The louder buzzed the telephee-
(I fear I’d better drop the song
Of elephop and telephong!)

~Laura E. Richards
(1850-1943)

Ah, the classics!

Posted by: Uriah Creep at April 1, 2011 10:21 PM

What about last night's Archer:

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed:
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!

Posted by: L.O.V.E. at April 2, 2011 12:33 AM

Though it's not poetry, Christopher Eccleston reciting the Apostles' Creed in Latin in the film adapation of Thomas Hardy's Jude the Obscure surely merits inclusion here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IElZBKhVi-k

There's also considerable nerd appeal in how this is one scene with two Doctors.

Posted by: AJ at April 2, 2011 5:55 AM

Oh, and who can resist this scene from The Office with David Brent's analysis of John Betjeman? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVr6rFXJg88

Posted by: AJ at April 2, 2011 6:02 AM

The beat is witches brew,
But beware this shit is potent,
E.E. Cumming on her face,
Now it's poetry in motion,

Posted by: Hawk at April 2, 2011 6:28 AM

Rodney Dangerfield reciting Dylan Thomas' "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night" in Back to School. I saw that movie as a kid and became fascinated with the Welsh poet.

Posted by: RJ at April 2, 2011 10:44 AM

My mom's a poet, and I I love serious poetry, but you all missed an important one for cinema history...

Harriet.
Harry-ette.
Hard-hearted harbinger of haggis.
Beautiful, bemuse-ed, bellicose butcher.
Un-trust... ing.
Un-know... ing.
Un-love... ed?
"He wants you back," he screamed into the night air like a fireman going to a window that has no fire... except the passion of his heart.
I am lonely.
It's really hard.
This poem... sucks.

Posted by: DarthCorleone at April 2, 2011 11:54 AM

Robert Frost

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
Nothing Gold Can Stay
The Road Not Taken

Not a huge fan of poetry but I do love Spam Haiku

SPAM and Tang dinner.
Meal most feared by astronauts.
"Open the trash, HAL."

--Monique Johnson

Posted by: kirbyjay at April 2, 2011 12:11 PM

@darthcorleone: yeah, that poem sucks ;) here's one for you perhaps?

Much Madness is divinest Sense—
To a discerning Eye—
Much Sense—the starkest Madness—
'Tis the Majority
In this, as All, prevail—
Assent —and you are sane—
Demur—you're straightway dangerous—
And handled with a Chain—

Emily Dickinson

Posted by: splinter at April 2, 2011 12:18 PM

Oh Thomas Hardy. So many of those totally evocative lines that I'll never forget come from Hardy.

Like Convergence of the Twain, so often when I see any kind of fire this verse comes to mind...

"Steel chambers, late the pyres
Of her salamandrine fires,
Cold currents thrid, and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres."

Posted by: Codger at April 2, 2011 5:04 PM

Kristen, thanks for the Outsiders shout-out! Love the G.M. Hopkins poem, but my daughter's named Margaret and it now officially freaks me out/makes me sad.

I'm really going to bring on the ire: I like the scene in "In Her Shoes" when Diaz recites "The Art of Losing" [ducks]

Posted by: Samantha T at April 2, 2011 10:37 PM

I'm late to the game, but loved this post! I also love Emma Thompson: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uPn0tNRvtaA

Posted by: Alarmjaguar at April 3, 2011 12:50 AM

Should have posted Olivier's "St. Crispin's Day" speech. 1,000,000,000 times better.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P9fa3HFR02E

Posted by: Marty at April 3, 2011 11:21 AM

@samantha: do you mean "one art" by elizabeth bishop? i don't know anything about a cameron diaz movie (heaven forbid!) but the first line of "one art" is...."the art of losing isn't hard to master" so this must be what you mean. you're right! it's a great poem.

@alarmjaguar: this one's for you...

Bloody Men (that's not swearing is it?)

Bloody men are like bloody buses-
you wait for about a year
and as soon as one approaches your stop
two or three others appear.

You look at them flashing their indicators,
offering you a ride.
you're trying to read the destinations,
you haven't much time to decide.

If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.
Jump off, and you'll stand there and gaze
While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by
and the minutes, the hours, the days.

Wendy Cope

Posted by: splinter at April 3, 2011 11:25 AM

'All we are is dust in the wind dude.'

'Dust. Wind. Dude!'

That is poetry.

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Posted by: century radikal at April 17, 2011 7:46 PM