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PostSubject: Your Favourite (or least favourite) Poems   Thu Feb 05, 2009 1:52 pm

One particular poem that just speaks to you and makes your creative juices go WHAM

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PostSubject: Re: Your Favourite (or least favourite) Poems   Sun Feb 08, 2009 7:25 am

I just love Emily Dickinson. One of the few poets that I actually like, other than Jack Prelutsky. Laughing

I'd have to say that my absoulte favorite poem is "Because I Could Not Stop for Death." I actually reference it in The Enigma (because when you have your main character sitting with Death, you kind of have to).

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.

And, also, A Long, Long Sleep, a Famous Sleep (still Emily Dickinson):

A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
That makes no show for dawn
By strech of limb or stir of lid, --
An independent one.

Was ever idleness like this?
Within a hut of stone
To bask the centuries away
Nor once look up for noon?

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PostSubject: Re: Your Favourite (or least favourite) Poems   Sun Feb 08, 2009 8:08 am

I LOVE that poem Novel, its one that inspires me too - here is verse I of the songs from the portuguese by elizabeth barett browing.

I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
A shadow across me. Straightway I was ’ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,—
“Guess now who holds thee!”—“Death,” I said, But, there,
The silver answer rang, “Not Death, but Love.”
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PostSubject: Re: Your Favourite (or least favourite) Poems   Sun Feb 08, 2009 8:53 am

One of my favourite poems is probably slightly cliched - it's a Robert Frost one, 'The Road Not Taken'. I especially like the last verse:

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.
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PostSubject: Re: Your Favourite (or least favourite) Poems   Sun Feb 08, 2009 2:25 pm

I'll post a couple here that really stuck out to me. The first is Seamus Heaney, and it's rather appropriate in our little corner, I think.

Digging


Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; as snug as a gun.

Under my window a clean rasping sound
When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:
My father, digging. I look down

Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds
Bends low, comes up twenty years away
Stooping in rhythm through potato drills
Where he was digging.

The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft
Against the inside knee was levered firmly.
He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep
To scatter new potatoes that we picked
Loving their cool hardness in our hands.

By God, the old man could handle a spade,
Just like his old man.

My grandfather could cut more turf in a day
Than any other man on Toner's bog.
Once I carried him milk in a bottle
Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up
To drink it, then fell to right away
Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods
Over his shoulder, digging down and down
For the good turf. Digging.

The cold smell of potato mold, the squelch and slap
Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge
Through living roots awaken in my head.
But I've no spade to follow men like them.

Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I'll dig with it.



And also, a poem by Robert Browning.

The rain set early in tonight,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its worst to vex the lake:
I listened with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soiled gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And, last, she sat down by my side
And called me. When no voice replied,
She put my arm about her waist,
And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,
And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair,
Murmuring how she loved me — she
Too weak, for all her heart's endeavor,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me forever.
But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could tonight's gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:
So, she was come through wind and rain.
Be sure I looked up at her eyes
Happy and proud; at last l knew
Porphyria worshiped me: surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string l wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
I warily oped her lids: again
Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.
And l untightened next the tress
About her neck; her cheek once more
Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss:
I propped her head up as before,
Only, this time my shoulder bore
Her head, which droops upon it still:
The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,
That all it scorned at once is fled,
And I, its love, am gained instead!
Porphyria's love: she guessed not how
Her darling one wish would be heard.
And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirred,
And yet God has not said aword!
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PostSubject: Re: Your Favourite (or least favourite) Poems   Sun Feb 08, 2009 5:35 pm

Going off of my previous rant next door in the L'Engle thread, one of my favorite poems is one in her book, A Wrinkle in Time.

Patrick's Rune

At Tara in this fateful hour
I place all Heaven with its power
And the sun with its brightness,
And the snow with its whiteness,
And the fire with all the strength it hath,
And the lightning with its rapid wrath,
And the winds with their swiftness along their path,
And the sea with its deepness,
And the rocks with their steepness,
And the earth with its starkness:
All these I place
By God’s almighty help and grace
Between myself and the powers of darkness!

I just always thought it was beautiful, and fell in love with it the first time I read it. (It is no coincidence that Tara stars in my story.)

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PostSubject: Re: Your Favourite (or least favourite) Poems   Sun Feb 08, 2009 9:41 pm

This is one of my favorite poems 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.


To me, the whole thing seems almost like a metaphor and has a meaning underneath. I also just love the rhyme scheme.
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PostSubject: Re: Your Favourite (or least favourite) Poems   Mon Feb 09, 2009 9:49 am

Well here is a favourite of mine by Patrick Kavanagh (an other irish poet) - i lived beside a canal and river so i can understand his love of it and nature. This was written when he lived in dublin and wasn't well.

Leafy-with-Love banks and the green water of the canal
Pouring redemption for me, that i do
The will of God, wallow in the habitual, the banal
Grow with nature again as before I grew.
The Bright stick trapped, the breeze adding a third
Party to the couple kissing on an old seat,
And a bird gathering materials for the nest of the Word
Eloquently new and abondoned to its delirious beat.

O unworn world enrapture me, encapture me in a web
Of fabulous grass and eternal voices by a beech.
Feed the gaping need of my senses, give me ad lib
To pray unselfconciously with overflowing speech
For this soul needs to be honoured with a new Dress
woven
From green and blue things and arguments that cannot
be proven


This poem was one written about Monaghan (which would be quite remote and wild part of ireland where poet grew up )

Epic

I have lived in important places, times
When great events were decided: who owned
That half a rood of rock, a no-man's land
Surrounded by our pitchfork armed claims.
I heard the Duffys shouting 'damn you soul'
And old McCabe stripped to the waist, seen
Step the plot defying blue cast steel -
'Here is the march along these iron stones'
That was the year of the munich bother. Which
Was more important? I inclined
To lose my faith in Ballyrush and Gortin
Till Honer's ghost came whispering to my mind
He Said: I made the Iliad from such
A local Row. Gods make thier own importance
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PostSubject: Re: Your Favourite (or least favourite) Poems   Fri Feb 20, 2009 7:08 pm

Ah, there is so much great poetry.

I love "If" by Rudyard Kipling. It was meant for his son who died in WWI but I think we can all take something from it.

Interesting fact: Rudyard Kipling was the first English language writer to receive the Nobel prize and, I beleive, remains the youngest.

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 imposters 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 wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it 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!
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PostSubject: Re: Your Favourite (or least favourite) Poems   Sat Feb 21, 2009 2:16 am

Lapillus, thank you for sharing that! your right it relates to everything - such good advice.

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PostSubject: Re: Your Favourite (or least favourite) Poems   Wed Apr 15, 2009 8:49 pm

One of my absolute favorite poems of all time is Edgar Allan Poe's "Annabel Lee." I usually don't love his poetry, even though it has a great amount of emotion, but I fell in love with this one. It's just so unlike him, even if it's still the same style (in a way). It's supposedly about his wife, who died (I think from TB, but I'm not sure)

For those who are unfamiliar with it, here it is (I once had to recite it from memory for English class, but I probably can't retype it now if I wanted to off the top of my head. Ha!)


It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea.
But we loved with a love that was more than love —
I and my ANNABEL LEE —
With a love that the wingëd seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me —
Yes! — that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we —
Of many far wiser than we —
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE:

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE,
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling — my darling — my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea —
In her tomb by the sounding sea.


And her name isn't usually in all capitals--the website just did that for some reason. :/
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PostSubject: Re: Your Favourite (or least favourite) Poems   Thu Apr 16, 2009 10:57 am

I love reading poetry--I don't write it so much though. I love Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, Shakespeare--I really like poetry. These two are a couple favorites of mine.

Sonnet by Shakespeare
XVIII
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

&

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.

~William Ernest Henley~
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PostSubject: Re: Your Favourite (or least favourite) Poems   Thu Apr 16, 2009 11:00 am

One of my favourite poems by shakespeare is

"fear no more"

Fear no more the heat o' the sun;
Nor the furious winter's rages,
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney sweepers come to dust.

Fear no more the frown of the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dread thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan;
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.

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