Urgent - I need a verse from your favourite poem please!

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I've go to get some work in on Tuesday & it involves looking at lots of poems and picking them to bits looking at rhyming patterns, seeing why the author has chosen particular words etc.

I've used up all my favourites, Old Possums' Cats, Beowulf, Poe, Kipling etc etc and run out of ideas, decided I needed something modern, but all I can find is blank verse & it's all miserable.

Can you help? I need a verse & authors name.

TIA

deleted203 Sat 26-Jan-13 19:29:20

Thanks, guffaw. I shall google it!

Porkster Sat 26-Jan-13 19:30:18

Great for rhyming patterns - a bit of Tennyson

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro' the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.

therugratref Sat 26-Jan-13 19:31:02

This is one of my favourites
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
in leaves no feet had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference

guffaw Sat 26-Jan-13 19:32:00

Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet,
When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
We are working to completion, working on from then to now.

Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete,
Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet,
And remember men will scorn it, 'tis original and true,
And the obliquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.

But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn,
You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn,
What for us are all distractions of men's fellowship and smiles;
What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles.

You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late,
But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant's fate.
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

Sarah Williams

Robert Frost The Road Not Taken

GlaikitCheiftanOThePuddinRace Sat 26-Jan-13 19:33:14

Ae fond kiss - Robert burns

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,
While the star of hope she leaves him?
Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me;
Dark despair around benights me.

I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,
Naething could resist my Nancy:
But to see her was to love her;
Love but her, and love for ever.
Had we never lov'd sae kindly,
Had we never lov'd sae blindly,
Never met-or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

Fare-thee-weel, thou first and fairest!
Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest!
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace, Enjoyment, Love and Pleasure!
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae fareweeli alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

Storm, by tim minchin

It's 9 minutes long, so I've not put all the lyrics here grin

It's here tho http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=KtYkyB35zkk the actual poem starts at 1 minute in.

WitchOfEndor Sat 26-Jan-13 19:34:36

Not modern, but as it is close to Burns Night...

A Red, Red Rose
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

<surreptitiously wipes a tear away>

guffaw Sat 26-Jan-13 19:34:56

this so tells how it feels to be stood up!

A Broken Appointment

You did not come,
And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.
Yet less for loss of your dear presence there
Than that I thus found lacking in your make
That high compassion which can overbear
Reluctance for pure lovingkindness' sake
Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum,
You did not come.

You love not me,
And love alone can lend you loyalty;
-I know and knew it. But, unto the store
Of human deeds divine in all but name,
Was it not worth a little hour or more
To add yet this: Once you, a woman, came
To soothe a time-torn man; even though it be
You love not me.
Thomas Hardy

BikeRunSki Sat 26-Jan-13 19:39:51

Jabberwocky - Lewis Carroll

Twas brillig and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wave
All mimsy were the borrogroves
And the mome rates outgabe.

Since very few of the individual words make sense, it is all about how the fit together, rhythm etc.

Badvoc Sat 26-Jan-13 19:40:33

The life that I have
By Leo marks
Violette szabos call sign during her resistance work in the 2nd world war.

SanityClause Sat 26-Jan-13 19:40:54

I love the Yeats, posted by Unfortunately.

But I also like this - it has a certain resonance for me now wink

Those cruel girls we loved are over forty
Their subtle daughters have stolen their beauty
And with a blue stare of cruel surprise
The mock their anxious mothers with their mothers' eyes.

It's by an Australian poet, Stevie Smith.

Here's another one she wrote.

Not Waving But Drowning

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

SirSugar Sat 26-Jan-13 19:40:55

Here You go.....

Tax his land,
Tax his bed,
Tax the table
At which he's fed.

Tax his work,
Tax his pay,
He works for peanuts
Anyway!

Tax his cow,
Tax his goat,
Tax his pants,
Tax his coat.

Tax his tobacco,
Tax his drink,
Tax him if he
Tries to think.

Tax his car,
Tax his gas,
Find other ways
To tax his ass.

Tax all he has
Then let him know
That you won't be done
Till he has no dough.

When he screams and hollers;
Then tax him some more,
Tax him till
He's good and sore.

Then tax his coffin,
Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in
Which he's laid.

When he's gone,
Do not relax,
It's time to apply
The inheritance tax.

Message withdrawn at poster's request.

DumSpiroSpero Sat 26-Jan-13 19:42:16

My true-love hath my heart by Sir Phillip Sidney

My true-love hath my heart and I have his,
By just exchange one for the other given:
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a bargain better driven.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one;
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own;
I cherish his because in me it bides.
His heart his wound received from my sight;
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
For as from me on him his hurt did light,
So still, methought, in me his hurt did smart:
Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss,
My true love hath my heart and I have his.

or

Strawberries by Edwin Morgan

There were never strawberries
like the ones we had
that sultry afternoon
sitting on the step
of the open french window
facing each other
your knees held in mine
the blue plates in our laps
the strawberries glistening
in the hot sunlight
we dipped them in sugar
looking at each other
not hurrying the feast
for one to come
the empty plates
laid on the stone together
with the two forks crossed
and I bent towards you
sweet in that air
in my arms
abandoned like a child
from your eager mouth
the taste of strawberries
in my memory
lean back again
let me love you

let the sun beat
on our forgetfulness
one hour of all
the heat intense
and summer lightning
on the Kilpatrick hills

let the storm wash the plates

DumSpiroSpero Sat 26-Jan-13 19:45:26
thegreylady Sat 26-Jan-13 19:45:53

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W B Yeats

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths
Enwrought with silver and golden light;
The dark and the dim and the blue cloths of night,
And the light and the half light,
I would spread those cloths under your feet.
But I,being poor,have only my dreams
I have spread my dreams under your feet.
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

guffaw Sat 26-Jan-13 19:45:57

sirsugar am feeling that!

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Come not, when I am dead,
To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave,
To trample round my fallen head,
And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save.
There let the wind sweep and the plover cry;
But thou, go by.
Child, if it were thine error or thy crime
I care no longer, being all unblest:
Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of time,
And I desire to rest.
Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie;
Go by, go by.

Did this at A Level. Teenage angst ahoy! Would be accused of EA on MN though wink

Porkster Sat 26-Jan-13 19:48:42

I just saw that you wanted modern.

What about the 'Song of Lunch' by Christopher Reid, fabulous for reading aloud. I really love it.

....'Once more she is distracted,
catching the eye of the waiter
with a demur flutter
of restaurant semaphore
and asking for more water.'...

Oops, bollocks, modern.

Please Mrs Butler?

What would the world be, once bereft,
Of wet and wildness? Let them be left;
O let them be left, wildness and wet,
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.

From 'Inversnaid' by Hopkins.

TeamEdward Sat 26-Jan-13 19:51:54

<lowers tone dramatically>

Some people dream of the Perfect Man,
But maybe not many exist?
With charm and panache,
A sackload of cash,
And a willy as thick as your wrist.

Purple Ronnie

DumSpiroSpero Sat 26-Jan-13 19:52:51

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