Subject: Name your favorite poem.
Posted by: Les_Johnson
Date: Dec 10 07
Mine is Hugh Selwyn Mauberley by Ezra Pound. It puts lead in my pencil everytime I read it. Les
Posted by: Les_Johnson
Date: Dec 10 07
Mine is Hugh Selwyn Mauberley by Ezra Pound. It puts lead in my pencil everytime I read it. Les
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Professer
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The Life That I Have The life that I have Is all that I have And the life that I have Is yours The love that I have Of the life that I have Is yours and yours and yours. A sleep I shall have A rest I shall have Yet death will be but a pause For the peace of my years In the long green grass Will be yours and yours and yours. Lee Marks Reply #1. Dec 10 07, 11:28 AM |
Rumpo
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"Invictus" by William Ernest Henley I've had it memorized for more than 50 years. Reply #2. Dec 10 07, 11:31 AM |
drivemecrazy 
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And in Life's noisiest hour, There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee, The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy. You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within; And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulse's beat; You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light, Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake. And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you, How oft! I bless the Lot that made me love you. The Presence of Love Samuel Taylor Coleridge Reply #3. Dec 10 07, 12:28 PM |
Arpeggionist
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Quite a few share status as my favorites, among them the "cantilation poem" by Rabbi Shmuel Ben Meir, "Shahmat" ("Chess") by Rabbi Abraham ben Ezra, "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost... I'm also fond of a couple of my own, "Greenland" and "Houston, Challenger". Reply #4. Dec 10 07, 3:56 PM |
Les_Johnson
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I've written doggerel verse, but I can't honestly say any of it is on a par with the poetry of Pound or Frost. Les Reply #5. Dec 10 07, 8:44 PM |
heypeople
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I hate poetry, but one poem I do like is the Highwayman. But I have no idea who wrote it. Reply #6. Dec 11 07, 6:47 AM |
| lesley153
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Too many to think of favourites, but anything which pricks pomposity and hypocrisy is a strong candidate. Thomas Hardy's The Ruined Maid "O 'Melia, my dear, this does everything crown! Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town? And whence such fair garments, such prosperi-ty?"-- "O didn't you know I'd been ruined?" said she. --"You left us in tatters, without shoes or socks, Tired of digging potatoes, and spudding up docks; And now you've gay bracelets and bright feathers three!"-- "Yes: that's how we dress when we're ruined," said she. --"At home in the barton you said 'thee' and 'thou,' And 'thik oon' and 'theäs oon' and 't'other'; but now Your talking quite fits 'ee for high compan-ny!"-- "Some polish is gained with one's ruin," said she. --"Your hands were like paws then, your face blue and bleak But now I'm bewitched by your delicate cheek, And your little gloves fit as on any la-dy!"-- "We never do work when we're ruined," said she. --"You used to call home-life a hag-ridden dream, And you'd sigh, and you'd sock; but at present you seem To know not of megrims or melancho-ly!"-- "True. One's pretty lively when ruined," said she. --"I wish I had feathers, a fine sweeping gown, And a delicate face, and could strut about Town."-- "My dear - a raw country girl, such as you be, Cannot quite expect that. You ain't ruined," said she. Serious poem? Wilfred Owen's Dulce et Decorum Est. Reply #7. Dec 11 07, 6:34 PM |
skirts
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Hello, I hope I am not "hyjacking" this topic, butI am new to this board and request your help in finding a poem that deeply moved me when I was a teenager. I do not know the title, but it was by one of the Brownings (either Elizabeth Barrett Browning (sp??) or her husband Robert Browning--I think it was Robert Browning). It was about a young girl who was playing near a stream and how one day she would grow up and marry her intended. I think the character in the poem was named Eloise, but after a very exhaustive search on google, I have not found it. Any help is much appreciated! ~Skirts Reply #8. Jan 02 08, 5:17 PM |
stuthehistoryguy
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There was an old man from Nantucket.... Reply #9. Jan 04 08, 10:27 AM |
| heypeople
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Beware: Do Not Read This Poem is one of the few poems I like too. But I don't know who wrote that either. Reply #10. Jan 04 08, 10:30 AM |
toocool4u
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A haiku my friend wrote: Cats You can't blame a cat For killing little bunnies That's just what cats do Reply #11. Jan 12 08, 7:26 PM |
callie_ross
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I have 2 favorites, both by Robert Frost. Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep. And miles to go before I sleep. The Road not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveller, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Reply #12. Jan 12 08, 8:01 PM |
| cmt101
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this isnt my fave poem, but its the best that ive read. 'Mental cases', it makes me cry every time! its so descriptive and emotive, a great piece in my opinion. my fave poem is actually really naf from a technical point of view, its called 'on th ning nang nong': haha x Reply #13. Jan 13 08, 7:56 PM |
ErnestS
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I don't know enough poetry to really be able to say I have a favourite. I can only remember two poems by heart; Lear's 'The Owl and the Pussycat' and Larkin's 'This Be The Verse' (which I'm not going to quote for fear of being banned!) However, this sonnet by Shakespeare (number 130) makes me smile. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound. I grant I never saw a goddess go: My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. Reply #14. Jan 18 08, 1:22 PM |
bassman68
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Even though I love Shakespeare to no end, my absolute favorite is "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe. This poem is excellent at conveying the madness that can result from the heartbreak of losing someone you love. Arpeggionist, could you please PM me "Greenland" and "Houston, Challenger?" Reply #15. Jan 19 08, 2:19 AM |
| uc0nnfan92
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"The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost And "Fire And Ice" by Robert Frost Reply #16. Jan 23 08, 2:11 PM |
| toocool4u
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One day as Matt B sat down to lunch, He had a craving, a craving for punch. "What I'd do to get some," he mournfully sighed, "I'd play checkers with Satan," he suddenly cried. Out of the fire Lucifer came, And said, "For your soul I'd do just the same. Win and you'll have punch never ending, On the other hand lose and your soul I'll be tending." Matt B grabbed some whiskey and when it was gone, He shattered the bottle and shouted, "You're on. I win at all games I never miss, When it comes to checkers you'll take the pee." (other word) Reply #17. Jan 29 08, 6:12 PM |
| toocool4u
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to be continued... Reply #18. Jan 29 08, 6:12 PM |
elvenfair
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Mine is from the Lord of the Rings, FOTR. I think it comes from a letter Gandalf wrote to Frodo mentioning Strider (aka Aragorn). It says: All that is gold does not glitter Not all those who wander are lost The old which is strong does not wither Deep roots are not reached by the frost From the ashes a fire shall be woken A light from the shadows shall spring Renewed shall be the blade that was broken The crownless again shall be king Reply #19. Jan 29 08, 6:28 PM |
bigsoxy
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Robert Frost's 'The Road Not Taken'. It makes you think about all the choices you've made in life, and if they were good or bad. TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Reply #20. Jan 31 08, 11:20 PM |
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