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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kingscourt
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Kubla Khan but Samuel Taylor Coleridge. A favourite, the random use of syllables and lines is amazing how it works. Reply #101. Nov 19 11, 10:59 AM |
BOB501
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A little poem by Ogden Nash: "Fleas" Adam Had 'um I told you it was little! Reply #102. Nov 19 11, 11:14 AM |
Mariamir
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The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe. Or The Tyger by William Blake. Reply #103. Jan 09 12, 8:51 AM |
redshould 
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When I was a schoolboy I came across an old copy of The Faber Book Of Love Poems by Geoffrey Grigson - loved many of the poems and used them randomly in adolescent love letters to sundry girls at school that I indiscriminately took a shine to... Reply #104. Mar 02 12, 12:37 PM |
SisterSeagull
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Home Thoughts from Abroad Robert Browning O, to be in England Now that April 's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England—now! And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows! Hark, where my blossom'd pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops—at the bent spray's edge— That 's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture! And though the fields look rough with hoary dew, All will be gay when noontide wakes anew The buttercups, the little children's dower —Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower! Reply #105. Mar 02 12, 1:56 PM |
Heleena
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The Old Sailor by A. A. Milne There are so many times when I can relate to the old sailor! Reply #106. Mar 02 12, 3:16 PM |
reeshy
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Eine Frau Spricht Im Schlaf by Erich Kaestner Reply #107. Mar 03 12, 6:57 PM |
weissmarc
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"Casey At The Bat" by Ernest Thayer was always fun to hear as a kid. Reply #108. Mar 21 12, 3:28 PM |
lcl610
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The Jabberwocky by Lewis Carrol Reply #109. Mar 28 12, 5:01 PM |
elmomonster
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The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe. Most people think I likeit because it's popular, but I really favor ALL of Poe's work. Reply #110. Mar 28 12, 6:23 PM |
hermet
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Invictus by William Ernest Henley. It's one of the few things I learned in school that really stuck with me. Reply #111. Mar 28 12, 7:49 PM |
Mixamatosis
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As a child I read a poetry book called "A Puffin Quartet of Poets". One of the poets was E.V. Rieu and I especially loved this one of his poems "Mr Blob". It went: "My heart went out to Mr Blob the moment that we met, And the manner of his coming is a thing I can't forget. It fell upon a Sunday in the merry month of June, Between a rainy morning and a rainy afternoon. He didn't use the window and he didn't use the door; He never took his hat off and he never touched the floor; He didn't look as if he'd grown, like us: he just began, And stood before us there a simple English gentleman. He wasn't very dandified or dainty in his dress, But the absence of his trousers seemed to cause him no distress, For the smile upon his features was a marvel to behold, And underneath that buttoned vest there beat a heart of gold. He wasn't long among us: all too little had been said When a heavy hand descended on his inoffensive head, And a voice delivered judgement:"Mr Blob is far too stout; He's a silly little fellow and I mean to rub him out". He didn't seem offended but I think he must have heard, For he rose up from the paper and he went without a word. His boots and buttons only, lingered on a little while, And the last of him to vanish was the vestige of a smile. O Mr Blob the world would be a very pleasant place If everyone resembled you in figure and in face. If everybody went about with open arms like you The stars would all be brighter and the sky a bluer blue. My heart went out to Mr Blob the moment that we met, And the sorrow of his going is a thing that haunts me yet; For often when the clouds are low I sit at home and sob To think that I shall see no more the face of Mr Blob. (The poem was accompanied by a little drawing of Mr Blob, which can be imagined from the poem). Reply #112. Feb 25 17, 1:32 PM |
frosty123
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They have put a brassiere on the camel. Shel silverstein Reply #113. Sep 22 17, 9:43 AM |
diade68
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The Reverends' Prayer from Under Milk Wood Reply #114. Nov 05 17, 8:13 AM |
UmberWunFayun
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'My True Love Hath My Heart' by Sir Philip Sidney. I came across it while reading in a library when I was about 14, and instantly adored it. I memorised it there and then, because we didn't have the internet in those days, and it's remained my favourite ever since. A close second is Robert Frost's 'Nothing Gold Can Stay'. Reply #115. Feb 14 19, 11:22 AM |
TheBadAngel
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Unfortunate Coincidence by the fabulous Dorothy Parker: “By the time you swear you're his, Shivering and sighing. And he vows his passion is, Infinite, undying. Lady make note of this -- One of you is lying.” Reply #116. Feb 16 19, 12:12 PM |
rubytops
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Christabel by Coleridge Very atmospheric and a battle between good and evil. Reply #117. Mar 01 19, 1:15 PM |
Cymruambyth
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I don't have just one well-loved poem. Depending on my mood, the weather, the time of year, the time of day, the day of the week, my poetic tastes fluctuate constantly. I just plain love poetry and poets like T.S. Eliot, George Herbert, John Donne, Pauline Johnson, Alfred Noyes, Robert Browning, Rupert Brooke, Lewis Carroll, John Keats, Carl Sandburg, Walter de la Mare, Dorothy Parker, Shakespeare, Ogden Nash, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sylvia Plath, John Masefield, A.E. Housman....and so on and so on and so on. Reply #118. Mar 20 19, 1:15 PM |
| Mixamatosis
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I thought I'd mentioned some other poems on this thread but it seems not. It's hard to choose but I love W.B. Yeats's poetry particularly 'The Lake Isle of Innisfree' and 'An Irish Airman Foresees His Death'. Also Thomas Gray 'Elegy Written in A Country Churchyard', and 'Adelstrop' by Edward Thomas'. I also love the beginning of 'The Prologue' to 'The Canterbury Tales' by Geoffrey Chaucer, particularly when I hear it read in its original middle English. (The sounds are so delicious). There are various videos on youtube of people reading the original version. Reply #119. Mar 22 19, 6:15 AM |
| havan_ironoak
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I can't narrow it down to a single poem because my favorite changes with my moods but one that is a perennial favorite is Ozymandias https://youtu.be/sPlSH6n37ts I still think we missed an opportunity when we didn't include a recording of that poem on Voyager's Golden Record. Reply #120. Apr 23 19, 4:34 PM |
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