How about a thread for poetry what do you remember
How about I took the road less travelled by and that's made all the difference?
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Robert Frost
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One that has always stuck with me mainly due to its final line is "Dulce et Decorum Est":
http://www.warpoetry.co.uk/owen1.html |
Another lighter poem that stuck with me was "Winter" due to the line:
"While greasy Joan doth keel the pot" http://www.shmoop.com/winter-shakespeare/poem-text.html |
A favorite limerick:
There once was a lady named Bright Whose speed was faster than light She took off one day In a relative way And returned on the previous night :D |
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I pinched a bit of poetry from tolkein once to impress a woman, it's always stayed with me:
Though all to ruin fell the world, And were dissolved and backwards hurled, Un-made into the old abyss, Yet were it's making good for this, The dusk, the dawn, the earth, the sea, That you my love for a time should be. Slightly paraphrased. |
Despite having a degree in literature and linguistics, I'm not much into poetry in general. However, Stéphan Mallarmé's "A throw of the dice will never abolish chance" is one of my (few) favorite poems.
One of the peculiarities of this poem is that the title spreads throughout the poem (as if it was a throw of the dice) and the contents of the poem are inserts between the different parts of the title. Another interesting feature is that the poem is thought to be read across the pages of an open book, considering the white spaces in between. Also, not only is the poem very avant-garde for the time (1896; and even for our times!), but also, the images it uses are beautiful too. Here's a pdf with the English version, in case someone's interested. A memorable part? Perhaps the end: "Every Thought emits a Roll of the Dice". Which, from my point of view, means that the reverberances of a thought are random (as well as the tought itself, since it is product of another thought). |
John Cooper Clarke
http://johncooperclarke.com/ much of John's work is on youtube here is Beasley St https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=37QUUwp9xIs |
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thanks for starting this thread; hopefully it won't get spammed by one person's agenda like the quotes thread...
i like small, pregnant pieces of poetry. sometimes i find something in someone's signature. i love the one with the "gothic mask of duty". for me it's mostly parts of song lyrics.. i'm sure i will come up with something eventually. i like shakespeare quotes, and some Rilke (but i'm not sure how his poems translate into english). |
I am fascinated by polarity, by the continuum between seeming contradiction
by the depending contrast bridge between hot bright and cold darkness by wrestling between exquisite intellectual order and euphoric surrender to instinct and how such bristling battles breathe life into the dearth of center Common, yes, I know, but for good reason -- Sound and Fury --- --- Engines Roar --- |
As Limericks go, I've always liked the odd ones which are invariably on the questionable side of decency.
This one is clean but, if you feel offended, maybe its your mind which needs washing out with soap and water! ;) There was a young lady from Bude, Who went for a swim in the lake. A man in a punt pulled her out by the arm, and said " You can't swim here, it's private!" On a more elevated note, I prefer If by Rudyard Kipling. Play Bonny! :hattip: |
yes IF by Rudyard Kipling
I'd say this was my favourite poem. It reminds me of my father. Many people told me he was the toughest guy they ever met. I like the Robert Frost poem but given a choice maybe we all take the road less travelled by. I want them to read this at my funeral in 20 years. I love the first four lines of this poem which have the ring of truth. I could never get my head around the first four lines in my 20s and 30s. I'm too emotional. My father could do it I never will.
I read some once about Rudyard Kipling once. History records him as one of the greatest English poets that ever lived. Near the end of his life he was abrasive and denigrated the poem himself. Here is one of the greats at what he does and he does this. For the truly great minds is it in the end all folly and a waste of time. Maybe we only have fooling pleasures. |
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