Hello! This is Elka Cloke, author of Bitter Language, guest blogging for Novel Novice. I’m going to talk about poems and song lyrics in today’s blog, which is one of those topics I can go on about forever because I feel so strongly that song lyrics are poetry.
In order to illustrate this I’m going to take some of the best poems in all history and find their modern song lyric equivalents. Hopefully fans of both will someday learn to forgive me. Here are some of the examples throughout history.
All poets fall in love, and write verses of true devotion:
“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 mellow’d to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair’d the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face;”— “She Walks In Beauty” by Lord Byron
“She’s got eyes of the bluest skies As if they thought of rain I hate to look into those eyes And see an ounce of pain Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place Where as a child I’d hide And pray for the thunder and the rain To quietly pass me by.”— “Sweet Child of Mine” by Guns N’ Roses
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All poets fall out of love, and write verses of bitter disillusionment:
“…No where Lives a woman true and fair. If thou find’st one let me know; Such a pilgrimage were sweet. Yet do not; I would not go, Though at next door we might meet. Though she were true when you met her, And last, till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two or three.”— “Song” by John Donne
“Come on playa once a ho always And hos never close they open like hallways An here’s a ho cake for your whole ho crew an everybody wants some cuz hoes gotta eat too”— “Ho” by Ludacris
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All poets reach for immortality through their work, and confer immortality on their subjects if successful:
“But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st, Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st. So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”— “Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day” by William Shakespeare
“Don’t tell me you don’t know the difference Between a lover and a fighter With my pen and my electric typewriter Even in a perfect world where everyone was equal I’d still own the film rights and be working on the sequel And I’m giving you a longing look Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book”— “Everyday I Write the Book” by Elvis Costello
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Even the poets of religious bliss seem to be following the same tradition:
“And though the last lights off the black West went Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs— Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.”— “God’s Grandeur” by Gerard Manley Hopkins
“I’m not a human I am a dove I’m your conscience I am love All I really need is to know that You believe”— “I Would Die 4 U” by Prince
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Poetry is bound by the logic of metaphor and does not need to make sense except to your heart:
“Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes.”— “Life Is But A Dream” by Lewis Carroll
“Picture yourself in a boat on a river, With tangerine trees and marmalade skies. Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly, A girl with kaleidoscope eyes. Cellophane flowers of yellow and green, Towering over your head. Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes, And she’s gone.”— “Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds” by The Beatles
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Sometimes the printed word can do what the spoken word cannot:
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— “L(a” by e.e. cummings
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Sometimes the sung word can do what the printed word cannot:
“And I could say Oo oo oo As if everybody here would know What I was talking about I mean everybody here would know exactly What I was talking about”— “Diamonds On The Soles Of Her Shoes” by Paul Simon
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However, this assumes that ink and paper is the medium of poetry and sound alone is the medium of song. That is not entirely true. The true medium of poetry is breath, just like song. The decision to highlight the exceptional abilities of ink or sound is the decision of the artist.
Even some of the forms poets use are the same, most notably ballad poems which are really a song form recited without music:
“One kiss, my bonny sweetheart; I’m after a prize tonight, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light. Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day, Then look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight, I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.”— “The Highwayman” by Alfred Noyes
“M.C.A. was with it and he’s my ace So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face The piano player’s out the music stopped His boy had beef and he got dropped Mike D. grabbed the money M.C.A. snatched the gold I grabbed two girlies and a beer that’s cold.”— “Paul Revere” by The Beastie Boys
Hopefully the above is enough to convince you if you were previously in doubt, but here’s a poll so you can play along at home:
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