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What's your favorite poem (20 lines or less)? Please post it so that all may enjoy. I'll go first:
The Clod and the Pebble (William Blake)
"Love seeketh not itself to please,Nor for itself hath any care,But for another gives its ease,And builds a heaven in hell's despair."So sung a little clod of clay,Trodden with the cattle's feet;But a pebble of the brookWarbled out these meters meet:"Love seeketh only Self to please,To bind another to its delight,Joys in another's loss of ease,And builds a hell in heaven's despite."
Great stuff by Blake! He wrote so many masterpieces that it's hard to choose just one. Pretty much any poem from the Songs of Innocence and Songs of Experience would qualify, IMHO. Looking forward to hearing all of your favorites...
Free of memory and of hope, limitless, abstract, almost future, the dead man is not a dead man: he is death. Like the God of the mystics, of Whom anything that could be said must be denied,the dead one, alien everywhere,is but the ruin and absence of the world. We rob him of everything, we leave him not so much as a color or syllable: here, the courtyard which his eyes no longer see, there, the sidewalk where his hope lay in wait.Even what we are thinking,he could be thinking;we have divvied up like thievesthe booty of nights and days.
This one's called "Squelch!"
I am a dainty Brontosaurus
Skipping through a meadow
Oops a daisy, pardon me
Must watch where I tread-o
(silly place to have a picnic anyway)
From the Sentimental Bloke, by the turn-of-the-last-century Australian bush poet, C.J. Dennis:
"Yeh live, yeh love, yeh learn
To square the ledger in some thortful hour
The everlastin' answer to the sun
Must allus be, 'Where's the sense in getting sour?...
Livin' and lovin' - so life mooches on."
Said an optometrist with a wry cackle:
"I had such a dismal debacle.
"I could not have been blinder,
"fell in my lens grinder
"and made of myself a spectacle."
Good call! Hi-5!!
Do you believe in always,the windsaid to the rainI am too busy withmy flowers to believe,the rain answered
I love E E Cummings.
n OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s -- e. e. cummings
Wang Lun's Farewell
Li Bai prepared to sail away,
When from the bank he heard a song.
Peach Blossom Lake's water is deep,
But not as deep as Wang Lun's heart.
What is lovely, and what are you talking about?
Percy Shelley's Ozymandias:
I met a traveller from an antique landWho said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert. Near them on the sand,Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frownAnd wrinkled lip and sneer of cold commandTell that its sculptor well those passions readWhich yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.And on the pedestal these words appear:"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"Nothing beside remains: round the decayOf that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,The lone and level sands stretch far away
Something there is in beauty
which grows in the soul of the beholder
like a flower:
for many are the blights
which may waste
or the beholder--
for the beauty may die,
or the beholder may die,
or the world may die,
but the soul in which the flower grows survives.
This is just to say
I have eaten
that were in
and which you
saving for breakfast
they were delicious
so sweet and so cold
--- William Carlos Williams
I'm a fan of Williams
I joined this site because I thought it was strictly a poetry page/blog that I came across while googling. Anyway, Idon't play chess but do love ppetry and would like to submit a favorite poem by GMHopkins:
(to a nun taking the veil)
I used this poem at a funeral memorial
I have desired to go
Where springs not fail
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail
And a few lilies blow
And I have asked to beWhere no storms come
Where the green swell is in the heavens dumb
And out of the swing of the sea.
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