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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I think this is one of the great sonnets:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem...s/detail/44641 Longfellow was not as great as his contemporaries thought him, but anyone who can write like that is a genuine poet. |
Going again next year besides doing the Marfa music festival.
http://texascowboypoetry.com/performing/2017/ We have a lot of cultured folks that visit the wild west. When hard times come they sit a spell, Like kin folk come to stay A-packin' troubles, pets an' kids That always get ‘n your way. It's drought an' flood, an' flood an' drought, There ain't much in-between. You work like hell to make ’em good, But still they’re sorta lean. The ranch went under late last year, The drought got mighty tough. The boss held-out a long, long time, But finally said, "enough!" So here I am dispatchin’ cops An’ watchin’ felons sleep, In Junction, at the county jail, A job I’ll prob’ly keep. The wife, she works at Leisure Lodge, Where older people stay, A-makin’ beds an’ moppin’ floors To earn some ‘extra’ pay. Though “extra pay‘s” the term I used, It goes to payin’ rent, An’ after all the bills are paid, We wonder where it went. We hocked my saddle, guns an' chaps, An' then our weddin' rings; Then when we couldn't pay the loan, They sold the 'dad-blamed' things. We felt real bad a day or two But then we let it go, Cause it got Christmas for the kids When money got real slow. When hard times come they sit a spell, Don't matter who you are; They'll cost ya things you've set aside, An' clean your cookie jar. You'll loose some sleep an' worry some, Won't pay to moan an' groan; But hang on to your happiness, They'll finally leave ya 'lone. Edit: forgot to include the author: Jim Fish BBQ, Bikes, and Beer in my one horse town among friends during this Memorial Day Weekend. Semper Fi and Semper Gumbi. |
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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 a 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 breathe 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! |
I must add to my list of favorite poets William Blake. Tyger Tyger Burning Bright is probably his best known work:
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And then there is, of course, William Shakespeare. I could not appreciate him until I saw one of his plays performed in a theatre when I was in college. That brought his work to life for me and, ever sense, I can read his plays quite happily. My favorite is The Tempest, because it's light-hearted fun. Afterthought: This is a marvelous thread. Only on LQ . . . . Thanks, OP! |
When Degas met Mallarmé, Degas told him he had these great ideas for poems but never wrote any good poems from them. Mallarmé told him that poems are made with words, not ideas.
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A reference in a Nero Wolfe mystery that I am (re)reading reminded me of the works of Robert W. Service. His poems were not great literature, but they were rollicking good fun; many were set against the background of the Yukon gold rush. Here's one: Quote:
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In a world where people fight and distrust each other, rich or poor, irrespective of colour creed or religion...
we're all the same. Quote:
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Ah yes, no "wee timorous beastie" was ol' Bobby Boy. :)
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Wow there's some great stuff here. Thanks to frankbell for reminding me of the Cremation, and to those who've mentioned Kipling's if already.
Here are two of my favourites: Good Timber by Douglas Malloch And on a lighter note, somewhere below all that good timber... Quote:
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Johnny Hart - I've loved his humor since BC...
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Hello! My name is Pall. I am a writer, that's why I really love poetry. This means that I can provide academic help to students.
opportunity. By the way is A pretty a day by E. E. Cummings A pretty a day (and every fades) is here and away (but born are maids to flower an hour in all,all) o yes to flower until so blithe a doer a wooer some limber and lithe some very fine mower a tall;tall some jerry so very (and nellie and fan) some handsomest harry (and sally and nan they tremble and cower so pale:pale) for betty was born to never say nay but lucy could learn and lily could pray and fewer were shyer than doll. doll |
Through a 1960s drugged vision
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yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” ― E.E. Cummings I would change the poem to read never ever ever. Apparently more than Huxley, Bradbury or Orwell he might have been shall we say nicely have been discontent. This next one is for my civics professor Mr. Rosa. Everybody back then knew the side they were on for the Vietnam war. I think most of them knew why. I fear today they don't even know why. The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing. Edmund Burke Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/q...urk377528.html |
This one's pretty dark, but there's something I like about it - especially since Emerald Rose sung an excellent version of it.
Rudyard Kipling - A Pict Song |
e. e. cummings is also one of my favorites. When you take away the freaky (lack of) capitalization and formatting and syntax, he was a lyric poet. This is probably his best known:
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Real Good For Free
Joni Mitchell wrote and sung the song real good for free. I love the message of this song. It is on the surface about a clarinet player plays great on the street for phone change. She describes him as real good for free. This video is on Youtube. To me this song means have some conviction, don't do things for just money, try to develop to know and predict the truth, and have a conscience and be yourself.
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wotthehell wotthehell, the song of mehitabel http://donmarquis.com/reading-room/song-of-mehitabel/
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I carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) |
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i recently remembered a very influential band of my young adult years - Blumfeld.
Here's a site that has all the song lyrics from their first album. "Ghettowelt" was certainly their breakthrough musically, but lyrically, you might want to start with "Ich-Maschine". foregt it, the whole album rocks (and their subsequent albums rocked much less). |
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