Favourite poems - identify the writer and add your own?

[Swizzler]

(as I can't remember my Shakespeare )

What seas what shores what grey rocks and what islands
What water lapping the bow
And scent of pine and the woodthrush singing through the fog
What images return
O my daughter

OK, Yeats (Byzantium) and good old Toilets (Ash Wednesday)

B rather than sailing to B [pedant]

mmj, I don't think I actually know the poet or the name of the poem, I have just read it somewhere

in an anthology, must be?

so yes I give up

what about

All poetry (even cockney Keats)'s
been dubbed by us into RP
Received pronunication, please believe us
Your speech is in the hands of the recivers

and ignore typos - dodgy keyboard!

No idea!

Right my lovely friends, I am off to bed.

Thanks are due to Swizzler for starting this thread. It felt like MN circa 2004. It moved in a slowly and leisurely manner.

Lots of love to you all.

LGJ

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you see MMJ I have never even heard of him

but yes I know the poem - it's kind of hard to forget I like it a lot, I wonder where I have read it?

Yep! Them and us

here is one from me to lower the tone still further:

There's heroin in Whiskas
I'm reasonably sure
The cat's getting desperate
Pacing the floor

OK, another one (if anyone is still up)

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest ;
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west ?
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.

No idea but it sounds good

Sounds like Donne, Swizzler?
no idea on F&Z (John Hegley-ish, but not enought rhyme!), but love it

Right first time (The Good-Morrow)

Keeping with the theme:

I saw Eternity the other night
Like a great Ring of pure and endless light
All calm as it was bright

(always though that was a good way to start a poem)

MMJ - lovely "the disconnected number I still call"

Re TH, love the line 'I bloody can't I've gotta Latin prose' - can't find the poem though!

here is the rest of mine

There's heroin in Whiskas I'm reasonably sure The cat's getting desperate Pacing the floor He hangs round the food cupboard Waiting to score Wild-eyed and reckless Quick on the claw He's sharing a needle The cat from next door Comes round at mealtimes And ties-off his paw They shoot up together And beg me for more Who should I turn to? The vet or the law? There's heroin in Whiskas I don't think it's crack He said he could handle it Lying on his back But last night the chemists Came under attack The only things missing Were chocolate and smack And some halibut oil From the vitamin rack He won't have the dried stuff Which comes in a pack If it ain't got the tincture He reckons it's cack There's heroin in Whiskas And reasonably pure He completely refuses To go for a cure He just lies around Till it's time for his feed But what makes it worse Is the dog's taking speed

Martin Newell