For my poet I basically just chose the person with the coolest sounding name and that happened to be Lawrence Ferlinghetti. He was an American poet born in 1919. His poetic movement was beat poetry.
Don't let that horse
Don't let that horse
eat that violin
cried Chagall's mother
But he
kept right on
painting
And became famous
And kept on painting
The Horse With Violin In Mouth
And when he finally finished it
he jumped up upon the horse
and rode away
waving the violin
And then with a low bow gave it
to the first naked nude he ran across
And there were no strings
attached
eat that violin
cried Chagall's mother
But he
kept right on
painting
And became famous
And kept on painting
The Horse With Violin In Mouth
And when he finally finished it
he jumped up upon the horse
and rode away
waving the violin
And then with a low bow gave it
to the first naked nude he ran across
And there were no strings
attached
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
I think that this poem was talking about how Chagall didn’t listen to what others said and how they said not to do it and he became a successful artist. The poem has not structure or even rhyme scheme. It also feels like a thought straight out of his head, unchanged, unedited. Which I feel is what he thinks people should be.
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