How Many Poets Does It Take to Change a Light Bulb? 13. Edgar Allan Poe

Poets answer another age-old question

How many poets does it take to change a light bulb?

13. Edgar Allan Poe

As I waken, quite hung over,
And I shamble to the stove, or
Coffee pot, or other spot
Where I might sit and mull,
I am met with dreadful luck: my
Eyes are in that moment struck by
The harsh illuminations of bulbs! bulbs! bulbs!
BULBS! BULBS!

How Many Poets Does It Take to Change a Light Bulb? 12. Longfellow

Come listen, my children, for I’ve begun
The tale of Thomas Edison.
He had a staff of eighty men,[1]
Took credit for work done by them.
He paid them squat, he called them muckers,
And, every minute, hired a sucker.

Amongst the things his team invented
Were light bulbs, tungsten filamented.
(There were electric lights in use,
But few that could be mass produced.)
They’d tried with other kinds of wick,
But all of those burned out too quick:
Coconut fiber, fishing line,
Tendrils from a kudzu vine,
Baywood, boxwood, hickory,
Cedar, cheddar, chicory,
Bamboo, and even human hair,[2]
Until someone thought to suck out the air,
And with a vacuum, cased in glass,
Changed the world from candles to light bulbs, en masse.

[1]The number of “muckers” working for Thomas Edison varied, and was occasionally as many as 200.

[2]Edison’s lab tested thousands of fibers, including most of those listed. I did not find specific reference to chicory or kudzu, although neither is implausible. It is unlikely they used any type of cheese.

 

Poets Answer Another Age-Old Question: Elizabeth Barrett Browning on how many poets it takes to change a light bulb

 

Poets Answer Another Age-Old Question

How many poets does it take to change a light bulb?

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How many poets? Let me count them, please.
One brings a ladder to attain the height
So they can reach the socket for the light.
Another climbs the ladder’s rungs with ease,
Forgetting something vital. When he sees,
He asks another, “Kind sir, if you might
Hand me the light bulb over on your right?”
So: Poets changing light bulbs work in threes.

ROBERT: Your poem ought to have more lines than these.

ELIZABETH: This is no sonnet; I’m not Portuguese.

Poets answer another age-old question (How many poets does it take to change a light bulb?) 10. Gwendolyn Brooks

Poets Answer Another Age-Old Question

How many poets does it take to change a light bulb?

Gwendolyn Brooks

We real bright. We
Changed light. With

Great speed. Now
Let’s read.

Poets answer another age-old question: How many poets does it take to change a light bulb? 9. Pablo Neruda

Poets answer another age-old question

How many poets does it take to change a light bulb?

9. Pablo Neruda

What does the poet change the light into?

Poets Answer Another Age-Old Question: How Many Poets Does It Take to Change a Light Bulb? 8. William Carlos Williams

Poets answer another age-old question

How many poets does it take to change a light bulb?

8. William Carlos Williams

I have changed
the bulbs
that were in
the streetlamp

and which
were previously
lighting
the sidewalks.

Forgive me.
I like it
so dark
and so calm.

Poets answer another age-old question: How many poets does it take to change a light bulb? 7. Langston Hughes

Poets answer another age-old question:

How many poets does it take to change a light bulb?

Langston Hughes

Landlord, landlord,
this light bulb needs replacement.
The wiring isn’t safe, and the
fuse box is in the basement.

Poets answer another age-old question: How many poets does it take to change a light bulb? 6. William Shakespeare

Poets answer another age-old question

How many poets does it take to change a light bulb?

6. william Shakespeare

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun.
Could you please change this light bulb for me, hon?

 

Poets Answer Another Age-Old Question: How Many Poets Does It Take to Change a Light Bulb? 4. T.S. Eliot and Ezra Pound

Continuing our coverage of the question how many poets it takes to change a light bulb. This week: T.S. Eliot (with the help of Ezra Pound) gives you a bit of Ash Wednesday on Holy Tuesday..

ELIOT: Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn…
Seriously, my wrist is cramping.
POUND: Maybe drop that last line, Tom.