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Re:Your favorite poem
« Reply #30 on: April 16, 2007, 03:02:35 pm »
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i have no idea who wrote this or where its from, i read it once when i was 12 and iv always remembered it for some strange reason, its kinda dark.
plz let me know if anyones heard of it
On the wings of death the soul takes flight
into the land where there is no light
for those who believe what the saviour said
will rise in glory for they be dead
so death comes to us just to open the door
to the kingdom of god and life ever more
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Re:Your favorite poem
« Reply #31 on: July 02, 2007, 09:31:05 am »
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Goodness This is a difficult one. There are SO MANY....
Robert Frost's "Mending Wall" is on the list. The thing I love best is the way most people misinterpret it, thinking it says that walls between us are good when he is actually, in my humble opinion, saying exactly the opposite. My favorite lines are:
"Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence."
Something we need to remember today, but that's what makes it a great poem. It stays relevant.
Another is "American Tune" by Paul Simon, a poem he put to music like so many others. My favorite bit of it is.
"And I don't know a soul who's not been battered
I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered or driven to its knees
But it's alright, it's alright, for we lived so well, so long
Still, when I think of the road we're traveling on
I wonder what's gone wrong, I can't help it I wonder what's gone wrong"
Those aren't all but they're enough to be going on with.
Hugs,
Rach
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Re:Your favorite poem
« Reply #32 on: July 05, 2007, 05:42:38 am »
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'o wet pet
ode to a goldfish, short but sweet, to the point.
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Re:Your favorite poem
« Reply #33 on: July 16, 2007, 05:34:33 am »
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Sorry I don't remember for the life of me who wrote this...
'The owl and the p*ssycat
sailed through space
On an intergalactic ship
They kept hunger at bay
With three pills a day
And drank through a protein drip
The owl dreamed of mince
And slices of quince
And remarked about how life had gone flat:
"It might be alright
To fly faster than light,
But I prefer the boat and the cat!"'
And I love 'The Camels Complaint' by, I think, Charles Causley?
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Re:Your favorite poem
« Reply #34 on: July 16, 2007, 12:28:39 pm »
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WB Yeats' He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven (Equilibrium, anyone?)
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread carefully because you tread on my dreams.
That last sentence kills me every time. I LOVE it.
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Re:Your favorite poem
« Reply #35 on: July 16, 2007, 12:32:32 pm »
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I was also quite struck by this line from Viggo's "Hillside" (1994): We underestimate damage done to the sky when we allow words to slip away into the clouds.
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Re:Your favorite poem
« Reply #36 on: July 17, 2007, 04:54:43 am »
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Oh yes, I love 'He Wishes For the Clothes of heaven'. We read that in school as a class and I ended up copying it out and sticking it on my wall, its just so beautiful.
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Re:Your favorite poem
« Reply #37 on: August 21, 2007, 01:41:20 pm »
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So many of the poems I love are listed here already. But here's another favorite of mine. Its entitled There Will Come Soft Rains and the author is Sara Teasdale.
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
Kind of puts it all in perspective, doesn't it?
Hugs,
Rach
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Re:Your favorite poem
« Reply #38 on: September 05, 2007, 02:38:03 am »
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whats the poem in the hobbit again please post someone cos love that one..bilbo wrote it 
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Re:Your favorite poem
« Reply #39 on: September 23, 2007, 03:58:01 am »
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I love poetry My most loved writers would be Auden, Milton, Blake, Shakespeare, Byron and the list goes on!
My two fave poems at the moment are 'Stop all the Clocks' by Auden and 'The Night has a Thousand Eyes' by Francis William Bourdillon.
Stop all the Clocks - WH Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
I read that one out at a friends funeral.
The Night has a Thousand Eyes - Francis William Bourdillon
The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one:
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.
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Re:Your favorite poem
« Reply #40 on: April 02, 2008, 10:36:09 pm »
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The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe. It was written so long ago and its still so classic and has such a good rythm.
Once upon a minight dreary
While I pondered weak and weary
Overy many volume of old forgotten lore.
Awsome.
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Re:Your favorite poem
« Reply #41 on: April 08, 2008, 10:32:49 pm »
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My favourite poets are Sylvia Plath, Alvaro de Campos (Fernando Pessoa), Eugenio de Andrade, Alexander Blok, Dylan Thomas, T.S.Eliot.
i don't know which poem to post here...
i would post one from alvaro de campos but you wouldn't understand 
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Re:Your favorite poem
« Reply #42 on: May 16, 2008, 04:44:52 pm »
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Frodo's Lament for Gandalf
(sung by Frodo)
from Fellowship of the Ring
When evening in the Shire was grey
his footsteps on the Hill were heard;
before the dawn he went away
on journey long without a word.
From Wilderland to Western shore,
from northern waste to southern hill,
through dragon-lair and hidden door
and darkling woods he walked at will.
With Dwarf and Hobbit, Elves and Men,
with mortal and immortal folk,
with bird on bough and beast in den,
in their own secret tongues he spoke.
A deadly sword, a healing hand,
a back that bent beneath its load;
a trumpet-voice, a burning brand,
a weary pilgrim on the road.
A lord of wisdom throned he sat, swift in anger, quick to laugh;
an old man in a battered hat
who leaned upon a thorny staff.
He stood upon the bridge alone
and Fire and Shadow both defied;
his staff was broken on the stone,
in Khazad-dum his wisdom died.
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Re:Your favorite poem
« Reply #43 on: February 06, 2009, 11:47:43 am »
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I love that poem RL Star...!
Tolkien really created a nice visual..ie: "When the Shire was gray"
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Here's another fun one for Tolkien fans. But it's not Tolkien  it's Edda.
The poem is called "Lokasenna" and was about the norse gods.
1. "Speak now, Eldir, | for not one step
Farther shalt thou fare;
What ale-talk here | do they have within,
The sons of the glorious gods?"
Eldir spake:
2. "Of their weapons they talk, | and their might in war,
The sons of the glorious gods;
From the gods and elves | who are gathered here
No friend in words shalt thou find."
Loki spake:
3. "In shall I go | into Ęgir's hall,
For the feast I fain would see;
{p. 154}
Bale and hatred | I bring to the gods,
And their mead with venom I mix."
Eldir spake:
4. "If in thou goest | to Ęgir's hall,
And fain the feast wouldst see,
And with slander and spite | wouldst sprinkle the gods,
Think well lest they wipe it on thee."
Loki spake:
5. "Bethink thee, Eldir, | if thou and I
Shall strive with spiteful speech;
Richer I grow | in ready words
If thou speakest too much to me."
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Re:Your favorite poem
« Reply #44 on: March 04, 2009, 10:52:02 pm »
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Just need to get this one out there...
It's by Thomas Wolfe, and isn't strictly poetry, but the opening lines of one of his novels, Look Homeward, Angel:
A stone, a leaf, an unfound door;
of a stone, a leaf, a door.
And of all the forgotten faces.
Naked and alone we came into exile.
In her dark womb we did not know our mother's face;
from the prison of her flesh we come into the unspeakable and
incommunicable prison of this earth.
Which of us has known his brother?
Which of us has looked into his father's heart?
Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent?
Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?
O waste of loss, in the hot mazes, lost,
among bright stars on this most weary unbright cinder, lost!
Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language,
the lost lane-end into heaven,
a stone, a leaf, an unfound door.
Where? When?
O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again
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