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Scott6373

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Your Favorite Poem.
« on: September 18, 2007, 03:48:59 pm »
Good poetry is like good art:  Completely subjective, and as individual a taste as fingerprints are singular.  I thought it would be good to start a thread, where we could share and compile our favorite poems.  They don't have to be BBM related, but they have to speak to you:  to your heart and soul.  if you feel so inclined, feel free to say a little about why the poem means so much to you.  I'll go first.

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Re: Your Favorite Poem.
« Reply #1 on: September 18, 2007, 11:15:16 pm »
Cool idea.  I have more than one favorite poem of course.  Here's another Frost:

The way a crow shook down on me
The dust of snow from a hemlock tree
Has given my heart a change of mood
And saved some part of a day I had rued.

« Last Edit: October 27, 2007, 03:59:46 am by Ellemeno »

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Re: Your Favorite Poem.
« Reply #2 on: September 19, 2007, 12:08:03 pm »
O evening star,
You gather back all that dawn scattered,
Calling the lamb to the fold, the goat to the pen, the child to her mother.
--Sappho

Sappho is one of my favorites. Her humane, gracious voice speaks calmly and surely across the centuries, reminding us of what is truly important, of why we live. I wish more people would live with the spirit of Sappho in their hearts.

More:

Some would say that no fairer thing can be seen on this dark earth
Than a massed, glittering army, or a swelling fleet of ships--
Not I; I would say it is whatever brings love to life.


And the end:

The moon has sunk, the Pleiades too;
Long night's midnight watches my solitary repose.





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Re: Your Favorite Poem.
« Reply #3 on: October 21, 2007, 12:28:21 am »
I've had a fondness for Edna St. Vincent Millay's verses ever since Jr. High School.  Here's an old favorite that I thought of often when we were in Alberta this summer:

God’s World
 
O WORLD, I cannot hold thee close enough!   
    Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!   
  Thy mists, that roll and rise!   
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag   
And all but cry with colour!  That gaunt crag          
To crush!  To lift the lean of that black bluff!   
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!   
 
Long have I known a glory in it all,   
              But never knew I this;   
              Here such a passion is          
As stretcheth me apart,—Lord, I do fear   
Thou’st made the world too beautiful this year;   
My soul is all but out of me,—let fall   
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.   
 
Ich bin ein Brokie...

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Re: Your Favorite Poem.
« Reply #4 on: October 21, 2007, 07:19:23 am »
ENNUI

It's such a bore
Being always poor.

Langston Hughes
"Gettin' tired of your dumbass missin'!"

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Re: Your Favorite Poem.
« Reply #5 on: October 27, 2007, 04:00:53 am »
I've had a fondness for Edna St. Vincent Millay's verses ever since Jr. High School.  Here's an old favorite that I thought of often when we were in Alberta this summer:

God?s World
 


Meryl, I posted that one too, in another thread!  :-*
http://bettermost.net/forum/index.php/topic,5184.msg256234.html#msg256234


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Re: Your Favorite Poem.
« Reply #6 on: October 27, 2007, 04:06:56 am »
Here's one that sums up my duality really well.  Sometimes I'm sure the first part I bolded is true (those aren't the fun times).  Sometimes I know the second part I bolded is true.  And I purtied up a particularly beautiful line.

The Tuft of Flowers
 by Robert Frost
 
I WENT to turn the grass once after one   
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.   
 
The dew was gone that made his blade so keen   
Before I came to view the leveled scene.   
 
I looked for him behind an isle of trees;           5
I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.   
 
But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,   
And I must be, as he had been,—alone,   
 
‘As all must be,’ I said within my heart,   
‘Whether they work together or apart.’   
        10
 
But as I said it, swift there passed me by   
On noiseless wing a bewildered butterfly,   
 
Seeking with memories grown dim o’er night   
Some resting flower of yesterday’s delight.   
 
And once I marked his flight go round and round,           15
As where some flower lay withering on the ground.   
 
And then he flew as far as eye could see,   
And then on tremulous wing came back to me.   
 
I thought of questions that have no reply,   
And would have turned to toss the grass to dry;           20
 
But he turned first, and led my eye to look   
At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,   
 
A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared   
Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.   
 
I left my place to know them by their name,           25
Finding them butterfly weed when I came.   
 
The mower in the dew had loved them thus,   
By leaving them to flourish, not for us,   
 
Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him.   
But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.           30
 
The butterfly and I had lit upon,   
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,   
 
That made me hear the wakening birds around,   
And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,   
 
And feel a spirit kindred to my own;           35
So that henceforth I worked no more alone;   
 
But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,   
And weary, sought at noon with him the shade;   
 
And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech   
With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.           40
 
‘Men work together,’ I told him from the heart,   
‘Whether they work together or apart.’

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Re: Your Favorite Poem.
« Reply #7 on: October 27, 2007, 02:58:27 pm »
Nice, Elle!  :-*
"Laß sein. Laß sein."

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Arcady Lost by William Alexander Percy
« Reply #8 on: October 27, 2007, 03:31:59 pm »
Arcady Lost

The cherry bloom and robin time of year
Again is come; and we that shepherd still
Among less heavenly pastures feel the fear
Of spring again, and all the tears that thrill
But never fall.  Last night, across the shine
Of iris-tinted skies, I heard the dim
Enraptured song we knew, the dire divine
Music, that once, beyond the violet rim
Of pain, could waft us clear to where, our own,
Th'unstable faery shores of ecstasy
Burn in the twilight of an April sea.
Our music came last night to me alone.
No more may song nor petalled fluttering
Upbreathe frail, frail delight as in the days
We clung together here.  Instead, they bring
The pain of hearts that, glamourous still with spring,
Break, and the dread of star-lit, lonely ways
Where once, O comrade mine, we heard them sing.

**William Alexander Percy was a Sewanee graduate, and it is thought that this poem is about him leaving his lover behind after the end of a spring term.
"Laß sein. Laß sein."

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Re: Your Favorite Poem.
« Reply #9 on: October 28, 2007, 01:32:05 am »
The Happiest Day, The Happiest Hour by Edgar Allan Poe.
The Happiest Day, the Happiest Hour
by Edgar Allan Poe

The happiest day - the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.

Of power! said I? yes! such I ween;
But they have vanish'd long, alas!
The visions of my youth have been -
But let them pass.

And, pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may even inherit
The venom thou hast pour'd on me
Be still, my spirit!

The happiest day - the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see - have ever seen,
The brightest glance of pride and power,
I feel - have been:

But were that hope of pride and power
Now offer'd with the pain
Even then I felt - that brightest hour
I would not live again:

For on its wing was dark alloy,
And, as it flutter'd - fell
An essence - powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.






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