Charles Olson
Charles Olson
Charles Olsonwas a second generation American poet who was a link between earlier figures such as Ezra Pound and William Carlos Williams and the New American poets, which includes the New York School, the Black Mountain School, the Beat poets, and the San Francisco Renaissance. Consequently, many postmodern groups, such as the poets of the language school, include Olson as a primary and precedent figure. He described himself not so much as a poet or writer but as "an archeologist...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth27 December 1910
CountryUnited States of America
I am happy to have some friends here in the kitchen.
Whatever you have to say, leave the roots on, let them dangle, And the dirt, Just to make clear where they come from.
bees dig the plum blossoms
one loves only form, and form only comes into existence when the thing is born.
And all now is war where so lately there was peace, and the sweet brotherhood, the use of tilled fields.
Dead, hung up indoors, the kingfisher will not indicate a favoring wind, or avert the thunderbolt.
My life has been given its orders: the seasons seize the soul and the body, and make mock of any dispersed effort. The hour of death is the only trespass
The flowers are ravined by bees, the fruit blossoms are thrown to the ground, the wind the rain forces everything.
Knowledge is the harvest of attention
All that matters is that the thing be the thing of the thing.
You can do anything, literally, right? That's one of the exciting possibilities of the present.
I'm trying to climb up both walls at once.
Forgive me if I sleep until I wake up.
This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of the water on water.