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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blindcat78 
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My favorite poem is It Was The Night Before Christmas. Reply #81. Mar 23 10, 2:12 PM |
Lochalsh
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Among my many, many, *many* favorites is "The Waking," by the American poet Theodore Roethke: I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go. We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. Of those so close beside me, which are you? God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there, And learn by going where I have to go. Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how? The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. Great Nature has another thing to do To you and me, so take the lively air, And, lovely, learn by going where to go. This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is near. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go. ^ Reply #82. Mar 23 10, 2:37 PM |
redwaldo
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I'm from Scottish heritage; Scots Wha Hae-Robert Burns 'Scots, who have with Wallace bled, Scots, whom Bruce has often led, Welcome to your gory bed Or to victory 'Now is the day, and now is the hour, See the front of battle lower(threaten), See approach proud Edward's power- Chains and slavery 'Who will be a traitor knave? Who will fill a coward's grave? Who's so base as be a slave?- Let him turn, and flee. 'Who for Scotland's King and Law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fall, Let him follow me. 'Lay the proud usurpers low, Tyrants fall in every foe, Liberty is in every blow,Let us do or die! Reply #83. Mar 23 10, 5:12 PM |
| Lochalsh
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Ah, Rabbie Burns, my ain true poet! It's a good thing you can't hear me singing as I read the poem. Signed, Froggy MacGremlin Reply #84. Mar 23 10, 5:42 PM |
xbunny
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"Just you and I" from Lawrence Hawthorne Lets turn aside from a busy way Where the crowds go rushing by; Lets find a nook by a tinkling brook and stop there just you and I; Lets live again for a litle while in the land of used- to -be, And I'll paint memories for you While you weave dreams for me. Reply #85. Mar 28 10, 11:51 AM |
| tearose90
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My favorite poem is,Annabel Lee by Edgar allen Poe. Reply #86. Mar 30 10, 4:34 AM |
H0lyAerith
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I'm not a huge poetry fan but I do read some. I mainly like Edgar Allan Poe, Robert Frost, and Emily Dickinson. My favorites would probably be "The Bells" (or "The Raven" a toss-up, really) by Poe and several by Frost ("The Road Not Taken", "Fire and Ice", "Walking Through the Woods on a Snowy Evening", and "Nothing Gold Can Stay"). Reply #87. Oct 12 10, 3:21 PM |
alaspooryoric
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a tie between Alfred Tennyson's "In Memoriam" and William Wordsworth's "Ode: Intimations of Immortality" I also really like Anne Sexton's "To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Triumph," Walt Whitman's "I Heard the Learned Astronomer," and Robert Hayden's "Those Winter Sundays." Reply #88. Dec 23 10, 1:11 PM |
PERENELLE
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i like base details by siegrfried sassoon. But i love reqiuem for the croppies by seamus heaney. "The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley - No kitchens on the run, no striking camp - We moved quick and sudden in our own country The priest lay behind ditches with the tramp. A people, hardly marching - on the hike - We found new tactics happening each day: We'd cut through reins and rider with the pike And stampede cattle into infantry, Then retreat through hedges where cavalry must be thrown. Until, on Vinegar Hill, the fatal conclave. Terraced thousands died, shaking scythes at cannon. The hillside blushed, soaked in our broken wave. They buried us without shroud or coffin And in August the barley grew up out of the grave" Reply #89. Jan 01 11, 7:16 PM |
Dagny1
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Mine has been mentioned here before, so I won't reprint it. "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost Reply #90. Jan 02 11, 9:57 AM |
HannahConner88
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I like Dorothy Parker poems, I have several I enjoy, but perhaps my favorite is "Healed". "Oh, when I flung my heart away, The year was in it's fall I saw, my dear, the other day Beside the flowering wall And this is all I had to say: "I thought that he was tall". Reply #91. Jan 03 11, 2:54 PM |
Ilona_Ritter
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Nothing Gold can stay by Robert Frost. Reply #92. Jan 20 11, 7:41 PM |
MrHulot_
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"The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot Reply #93. Mar 24 11, 2:35 PM |
naerulinnupesa
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This one always cheers me up. It makes me think about how I can follow this advice and how lucky I am because the worst things mentioned here haven't happened to me (yet). And if they did, I'd get over it :) If If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you But make allowance for their doubting too, If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream–and not make dreams your master, If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!” If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much, If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son! Rudyard Kipling Reply #94. Mar 26 11, 11:34 AM |
| ayakachan123
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One of my favorite poems is one called "How Do I Love Thee?" by Elizabeth Browning Reply #95. Jun 08 11, 3:56 PM |
| mhenson400
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"If" by Rudyard Kipling. Although "Annabel Lee", by Poe is a close second. Reply #96. Jun 08 11, 7:03 PM |
MsKreant
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The Road not Taken by Robert Frost Reply #97. Jul 22 11, 4:28 PM |
quogequox
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Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll Reply #98. Aug 30 11, 12:36 PM |
paulmallon
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"There once was a man from Nantuket... Reply #99. Aug 30 11, 1:36 PM |
postal315
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"The Touch of the Master's Hand" I don't know the author. Rudyard Kipling has some great poems also. I like most of the ones in this thread, Robert Frost, Poe, Shakespeare. "Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep" we printed on the brouchere when my Mom passed away. Reply #100. Nov 19 11, 10:31 AM |
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