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National Poetry Day, do you have a favourite?

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lilibet · 09/10/2003 18:11

Three suggestions to start us off

Appolinaire said
'come to the edge'
'it is too high'
'come to the edge'
'we might fall'
'come to the edge'
and they came
and he pushed them
and they flew

Anonymous

Bit like motherhood really!

and:-

The day he left was dreadful
that evening she went through hell
His absence wasn't a problem
but the corkscrew had gone as well!

Wendy Cope.

And (last one )

Sometimes things dont go, after all
from bad to worse. Some years muscadel
faces down a frost:green thrives, the crops don't fail
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

A people will sometimes step back from war;
elelct an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor
Some men become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we were meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.

Sheenagh Pugh

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beetroot · 09/10/2003 18:27

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janh · 09/10/2003 18:35

I love Wendy Cope.

Write it in fire across the night
Some men are - more or less - all right.

SoupDragon · 09/10/2003 19:24

Tiger tiger burning bright
Watch out! You'll set the jungle alight!

Spike Milligan (I think)

forestfly · 09/10/2003 19:52

If i speak in the tongues of angels,
but have not love,
i am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
And if i have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge,and if i have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love,i have nothing.
If i give away all i have, and i deliver my body to be burned, but have not love, i gain nothing.

Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irratable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never ends; as for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. For our knowledge is imperfect and our prophecy is inperfect; but when the perfect comes, the imperfect will pass away.
When i was a child, i spoke like a child, i thought like a child, i reasoned like a child; and when i became a man, i gave up childish ways.
For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face.
Now i know in part; then i shall understand fully, even as i have been fully understood.
So faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love.

St.Paul

eidsvold · 09/10/2003 19:58

Robert Frost - The path not taken

Banjo Paterson - The Geebung Polo Club
The Man from Snowy River

and so many more....

Janstar · 09/10/2003 20:14

Two men looked out through prison bars
One saw mud, the other stars.

Don't know who wrote it.

Janstar · 09/10/2003 20:15

My real favourites are way too long to post. But that is fanstastic, for a short poem, IMO.

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WideWebWitch · 09/10/2003 20:36

I like Wendy Cope too Janh, the parodies in Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis are great. Some of them are written by Andrew Motion and are an awful lot better than that tripe he wrote recently to commemorate something or other. Ks, I like Dorothy Parker too. So here's another one of hers:

UNFORTUNATE COINCIDENCE
By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying -
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.

WideWebWitch · 09/10/2003 20:42

Just found my copy of Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis and I was wrong - there's nothing by Andrew Motion in there, just a quote from him.

marthamoo · 09/10/2003 21:00

Favourite ever is An Arundel Tomb, by Philip Larkin, especially the last stanza.

Side by side, their faces blurred,
The earl and countess lie in stone,
Their proper habits vaguely shown
As jointed armour, stiffened pleat,
And that faint hint of the absurd -
The little dogs under their feet.

Such plainness of the pre-baroque
Hardly involves the eye, until
It meets his left-hand gauntlet, still
Clasped empty in the other; and
One sees, with a sharp tender shock,
His hand withdrawn, holding her hand.

They would not think to lie so long.
Such faithfulness in effigy
Was just a detail friends would see:
A sculptor's sweet commissioned grace
Thrown off in helping to prolong
The Latin names around the base.

They would no guess how early in
Their supine stationary voyage
The air would change to soundless damage,
Turn the old tenantry away;
How soon succeeding eyes begin
To look, not read. Rigidly they

Persisted, linked, through lengths and breadths
Of time. Snow fell, undated. Light
Each summer thronged the grass. A bright
Litter of birdcalls strewed the same
Bone-littered ground. And up the paths
The endless altered people came,

Washing at their identity.
Now, helpless in the hollow of
An unarmorial age, a trough
Of smoke in slow suspended skeins
Above their scrap of history,
Only an attitude remains:

Time has transfigured them into
Untruth. The stone fidelity
They hardly meant has come to be
Their final blazon, and to prove
Our almost-instinct almost true:
What will survive of us is love.

I am also extremely fond of e. e. cummings - may i feel said he. It reminds me so much of when I lost my virginity, makes me smile (now!). Btw, mine wasn't married, but was otherwise promised.

may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she

(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she

(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)

may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she

but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she

(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she

(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)

Wonder what prufrock's favourite poem is ?

marthamoo · 09/10/2003 21:02

eidsvold,

I love that Robert Frost one too

lilibet · 09/10/2003 21:04

Wendy Cope should be poet laureate!

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lilibet · 09/10/2003 21:05

marthamoo, John Hurt has just read that on BBC2! He did it wonderfully. And i love the ee cummings

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Marina · 09/10/2003 23:01

Another Wendy Cope fan here - agree she should be Poet Laureate!

One of my favourites has already been mentioned: An Arundel Tomb, thanks for that Marthamoo! I also love Matthew Arnold's Dover Beach, much too long to quote.

lilibet · 09/10/2003 23:04

I once heard The Geebung Polo Club read out loud and loved it but have never seen it anywhere since, does anyone know if its available anywhere?

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CountessDracula · 09/10/2003 23:31

In yonder field there stands a coo
It's no there noo
It must'ay shifted

William McGonagall

From memory, not quite right prob!

CountessDracula · 09/10/2003 23:38

So how should I presume to know what Prufrock's poem will be

Mooma · 10/10/2003 07:27

An Irish Airman foresees his death - WB Yeats. The bit about a 'lonely impulse of delight' making him want to fly.

Blu · 10/10/2003 10:30

Robert Frost:
Something there is that doesn't love a wall...
....
Good fences make good neighbours...
AND John Agards collections for children,
I Din' Do Nuttin' etc.

Also I think some of the lyrics on Graceland, p Simon, count

"The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in the corner of the sky..."

singingmum · 10/10/2003 11:11

The highwayman.Can't remember who wrote it but love it.Found it in an old book of narrative poetry and just keep re-reading it.Does Andrew Motion write poetry.I only read that piece of cr*p he wrote for the millenium and haven't bothered with anything of his since.

forestfly · 10/10/2003 11:28

Please Mrs Butler
This Boy Derek Drew
Keeps copying my work, miss
What shall i do?

Go and sit in the hall, dear.
Go and sit ib the sink.
Take your books on the roof, my lamb
Do whatever you think.

Please Mrs Butler
This boy Derek Drew
Keeps taking my rubber, Miss.
What shall i do?

Keep it in your hand, dear.
Hide it in your vest
Swallow it if you like, my love
Do what you thinks best.

Please Mrs Butler
This boy Derek Drew
Keeps calling me rude names, Miss.
What shall i do?

Lock yourself in the cupboard, dear.
Runaway to sea.
Do whatever you can, my flower.
But don,t ask me!

Can relate to this one

mothernature · 10/10/2003 11:39

This is one of my favorites:

I'M STILL HERE

I stood beside your bed last night
I came to have a peek
I could see that you were crying
You found it hard to sleep

I whined to you softly
As you brushed away a tear
"It's me, I haven't left you,
I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."

I was close to you at breakfast
I watched you pour the tea
You were thinking of the many times
Your hands reached down to me

I was with you at the shops today
Your arms were getting sore
I longed to take your parcels
I wish I could do more

I was with you at my grave today
You tend it with such care
I want to reassure you
That I'm not lying there

I walked with you toward the house
As you fumbled for your key
I gently put my paw on you
I smiled and said "It's me."

You looked so very tired
And sank into a chair
I tried so hard to let you know
That I was standing there

It's possible for me to be
So near you everyday
To say to you with certainty
"I never went away."

You sat there very quietly
Then you smiled, I think you knew
In the stillness of that evening
I was very close to you.

The day is over...
I smile and watch you yawning
And say "Good night, God bless,
I'll see you in the morning."

And when the time is right
For you to cross the brief divide
I'll rush across to greet you
And we'll stand side by side

I have so many things to show you
There is so much for you to see
Be patient, live your journey out
And then come home to be with me

-Author Unknown-

singingmum · 10/10/2003 11:52

Does anyone here write their own poetry?I do and find it relly theraputic.Know this is a bit off subject but interested to know.

forestfly · 10/10/2003 11:53

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