What is your favorite poem?
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I could never pick just one...being an English major with a french lit minor prevents it. But, I am always fond of:
I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
Yeats' Lake Isle of Innisfree.
Poetry shifts for me. I think a "favorite" is something that suits your mood at the time. Some nights I might particularly enjoy something beatific by Ginsberg or Ferlinghetti...other times something by Poe or something like Dover Beach by Arnold.
A poem that is just plain great to HEAR is Ferlinghetti's "Dove Sta Amore".
Dove sta amore
Where lies love
Dove sta amore
Here lies love
The ring dove love
In lyrical delight
Hear love's hillsong
Love's true willsong
Love's low plainsong
Too sweet painsong
In passages of night
Dove sta amore
Here lies love
The ring dove love
Dove sta amore
Here lies love
But you know what, it's pretty hard to beat reading Poe's "The Raven." The language he uses is just absolutely masterful.
I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
Yeats' Lake Isle of Innisfree.
Poetry shifts for me. I think a "favorite" is something that suits your mood at the time. Some nights I might particularly enjoy something beatific by Ginsberg or Ferlinghetti...other times something by Poe or something like Dover Beach by Arnold.
A poem that is just plain great to HEAR is Ferlinghetti's "Dove Sta Amore".
Dove sta amore
Where lies love
Dove sta amore
Here lies love
The ring dove love
In lyrical delight
Hear love's hillsong
Love's true willsong
Love's low plainsong
Too sweet painsong
In passages of night
Dove sta amore
Here lies love
The ring dove love
Dove sta amore
Here lies love
But you know what, it's pretty hard to beat reading Poe's "The Raven." The language he uses is just absolutely masterful.
YoFishboy said:
Yes I did mean *** as in Happy, Sorry wasn't trying to offend anyone. That didn't even cross my mind
:
Emily Dickinson's - If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin,
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
Mostly it's song lyrics that strike a chord with me though.
...
Let me bring you love from the field:
poppies red and roses filled with summer rain.
To heal the wound and still the pain
that threatens again and again
....
"Songs From The Wood" Jethro Tull
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin,
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
Mostly it's song lyrics that strike a chord with me though.
...
Let me bring you love from the field:
poppies red and roses filled with summer rain.
To heal the wound and still the pain
that threatens again and again
....
"Songs From The Wood" Jethro Tull
Robert W. Service: "The ballad of the Northern lights" Please don't ask me to type it, It's quite a few pages.
Oh yeah then there is the ODE to spring (I do not know the author)
The sun was shining brightly
and I could hardly wait
To raise my Breakfast window
And Gaze on God's estate
The breeze was blowing gently
as it brushed the flowers away
All of Nature was enchanting
upon this lovely day
My eyes fell on a little bird
with tender yellow bill
Who merrily was chriping
upon my window sill
I smiled at him and cheerfully
put forth a crust of bread
Then quickly closed the window
and smashed his little head!!!
Dave
Oh yeah then there is the ODE to spring (I do not know the author)
The sun was shining brightly
and I could hardly wait
To raise my Breakfast window
And Gaze on God's estate
The breeze was blowing gently
as it brushed the flowers away
All of Nature was enchanting
upon this lovely day
My eyes fell on a little bird
with tender yellow bill
Who merrily was chriping
upon my window sill
I smiled at him and cheerfully
put forth a crust of bread
Then quickly closed the window
and smashed his little head!!!
Dave
"A girls garden" by Robert Frost is one of my personal favorites. It's a little too lengthy to type out......besides, you should go read it in a quiet library to best appreciate it (well, I prefer to read poetry in silence, lol.
YoFishboy said:
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Yeah riggghhhttt.....someone doth protest tooo much...Now we know the truth of the Sugar Room.