Urgent - I need a verse from your favourite poem please!(156 Posts)
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.
Oops there shouldn't have been a comma at the end of the first line
^Cock up your beaver, and cock it fu' sprush!
We'll over the border and gie them a brush:
There's somebody there we'll teach better behavior -
Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up your beaver!^
Well, it was my favourite poem yesterday anyway [bgrin]
Florrie by Eileen Silver
There was a young lady called Florrie
Who went for a wee in a quarry
She lay on her back
And opened her crack
And a driver backed in with his lorry
(My nan's favourite)
After the Lunch, by Wendy Cope
On Waterloo Bridge where we said our goodbyes
The weather conditions bring tears to my eyes
I wipe them away with a black woolly glove
And try not to notice I've fallen in love.
On Waterloo Bridge I am trying to think
This is nothing you're high on the charm and the drink
But the jukebox inside me is playing a song that says something different
And when was it wrong?
On Waterloo Bridge with wind in my hair
I am tempted to skip. You're a fool. I don't care
The head does it best - but the heart is the boss.
I admit it before I am halfway across.
I stood and stared
The sky was lit
The sky had stars all over it
I stood, I knew not why.
Without a wish, without a will
I stood upon that silent hill
And stared into the sky until
My eyes were blind with stars and still
I stares into the sky.
there was a young man from gotham
who took off his balls to wash 'em
his wife said 'Jack,
if you dont put them back
I'll stand on the buggers and squash 'em.
Oh, if we're sourcing Purple Ronnie...
If your bottom burps in public
Try to say in time
"Goodness gracious, what a whiff
"It doesn't smell like mine."
I said Pat
you are fat
and you are cataclysmically desirable
and to think I used to think
that slim was where it's at
well not any more Pat
you've changed that
and love yourself
and flatter yourself
and shatter their narrow image of the erotic
and Pat said
what do you mean FAT?
Two Cats by Michael Rosen
When we opened the door late
to see what had happened to the sky
there were two cats crouching among the snow dunes
pretending they were fireside laps.
The beads in their eyes stole some of
our kitchen light
and spilt it onto the path.
So we put down the bones of a chop there too saying: there's some marrow inside that,you know-
but they didn't believe it was for them
and sat still thawing their patches
like two warm loaves
and groaning that we hadn't put it near enough
seeing that they had put their feet to bed by now.
Punctuation etc copied from book so exact!
William Blake, The Tyger
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
Robert Browning The Laboratory
Not that I bid you spare her the pain;
Let death be felt and the proof remain:
Brand, burn up, bite into its grace---
He is sure to remember her dying face!
Is it done? Take my mask off! Nay, be not morose;
It kills her, and this prevents seeing it close;
The delicate droplet, my whole fortune's fee!
If it hurts her, beside, can it ever hurt me?
John McCrae Flanders Fields
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
I'm not a big poetry fan but I do like 'It couldn't be done' by Edgar Albert Guest.
Somebody said that it couldnt be done,
But, he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldnt," but he would be one
Who wouldnt say so till hed tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldnt be done, and he did it.
Somebody scoffed: "Oh, youll never do that;
At least no one has done it";
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew hed begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldnt be done, and he did it.
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle it in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "couldnt be done," and youll do it.
Morris the mankiest monster
Lives in a house made of dung
It only smells stinky enough when it's damp
So he keeps the walls wet with his tongue
He sleeps on a bed of old compost
Shovelled on lovely and thick
And when he gets up he goes into the bathroom
And gives all his scabs a good pick
There's much more but I'm typing on my phone.
With my grown up head on I like Robin Goodfellow's speech from the end of A Midsummer Night's Dream - If we shadows have offended...etc.
Is this modern?
This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead mans hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.
Is it like this
In deaths other kingdom
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.
(From T.S Eliot - The Hollow Men)
The rhyme is irregular, but definitely intentional.
High flight is one of my Faves, already posted. And anything by yeats. I love Ovid too, he was amazing - you could learn anything and everything about love from him I'll try to find and post one but am on my iPad so challenged and elizabeth Barrett brown - her sonnets are wonderful.
If you want rhymes............. and I don't always need 'em - this is the one:
How I would like to be: "Hull down on the trail of rapture..
Richard Hovey. 18641900
The Sea Gypsy
I am fevered with the sunset,
I am fretful with the bay,
For the wander-thirst is on me
And my soul is in Cathay.
There 's a schooner in the offing,
With her topsails shot with fire,
And my heart has gone aboard her
For the Islands of Desire.
I must forth again to-morrow!
With the sunset I must be
Hull down on the trail of rapture
In the wonder of the sea.
How annoying I can't link- but it's sonnet 43 with elizabeth Barrett browning and John bejtman and " a subalterns love song" Starts " miss joan hunter Dunn"
Sorry, but hope you look and enjoy
What is this life if full of care
We have no time to stand and stare?
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep, or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this, if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
William Henry Davies 1871 - 1940
Just realised Ovid isn't modern but I would still say read it as it applys for love etc today he was very forward for his time and was banished for his poetry by the roman emperor!
Short and sweet:
Sat on the garden wall
And gave the fly
He meant to hold on
But he didn't
Only one I ever remember
Too many! I do love Sonnet by Rupert Brooke -
I said I splendidly loved you; it's not true.
Such long swift tides stir not a land-locked sea.
On gods or fools the high risk falls -- on you --
The clean clear bitter-sweet that's not for me.
Love soars from earth to ecstasies unwist.
Love is flung Lucifer-like from Heaven to Hell.
But -- there are wanderers in the middle mist,
Who cry for shadows, clutch, and cannot tell
Whether they love at all, or, loving, whom:
An old song's lady, a fool in fancy dress,
Or phantoms, or their own face on the gloom;
For love of Love, or from heart's loneliness.
Pleasure's not theirs, nor pain. They doubt, and sigh,
And do not love at all. Of these am I.
Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me;
"Here he lies where he longed to be,
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill."
Or Emily Dickinson -
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind
As if my Brain had split
I tried to match it Seam by Seam
But could not make it fit.
The thought behind, I strove to join
Unto the thought before
But Sequence ravelled out of Sound
Like Balls upon a Floor.
Ooooh thank you!
These are great! I love the Tax one - haven't read the others properly yet but will go through them in a min. I have used Lady of Shallott already, and also the 'faster than fairies, faster than witches' railway one, ( & Pied Piper too) but you've reminded me of some half-remembered names, like Roger McGough, although I don't know his stuff (yet!).
The age group is A-levels. So not Purple Ronnie or Gruffalo I said I wanted modern because I realised that all the poems I've used & know & love are ancient & I didn't want them to think
know that I'm stuck in the past. But all donations gratefully accepted.
Thanks once again to you all!
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