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landmark Inner circle within a triangle 5194 Posts |
I'm not much of a poetry guy, but I have some friends who are poets and like to gather and read their favorite poems every month. Who do you like? I'm just beginning to read John Donne (shame on me) and he's blowing my mind!
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Magnus Eisengrim Inner circle Sulla placed heads on 1053 Posts |
John Donne wrote some great poetry.
I have been a Shelley man for years. My interests and tastes wander, but I've always had the strongest affection for the so-called Romantic writers of the early 19th century. Unfortunately, most of my favourites are really long, and not so good for quoting in places like this. Here's a lovely short and sweet one from Leigh Hunt. Rondeau Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in: Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.--Yeats |
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LobowolfXXX Inner circle La Famiglia 1196 Posts |
Years, T.S. Eliot, Sandburg, Stephen Crane (my favorite)... Among contemporary poets, I'm a big fan of Dorianne Laux.
"Torture doesn't work" lol
Guess they forgot to tell Bill Buckley. "...as we reason and love, we are able to hope. And hope enables us to resist those things that would enslave us." |
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LobowolfXXX Inner circle La Famiglia 1196 Posts |
We’re deep into the seventh hour of the trip,
the car packed with electric guitars and pint-sized speakers, skateboards and fishing rods, crumpled copies of Thrasher and Mad. Ray is riding shotgun—they switched at the last stop as agreed. One minute they’re yelling every cuss word they know out the open windows, the forbidden syllables swept beneath the tires of trucks, the next, they’re asleep and dreaming, twitching fingers and bare toes, their shaved heads lolling on the torn upholstery. But now, Dan’s reading, and Ray’s looking out at the river, skipping through stations on the radio when he hears “Stairway to Heaven” and freezes, snaps his head around to each of us, his mouth open in the absolute O of exquisite luck. We listen to the guitar bend out its solo and everyone’s still. The train straining up the tracks beside us. The moon hauling its solitude into the sky. Ray looks at me with fire in his eyes, says, “Doesn’t this part give you the chills?” We nod in agreement, then settle again into our separate worlds. In mine, I’m crying, for any boy who’s brave enough to be stunned, to open his heart to such desolate notes, to sit perfectly still and offer his spine to the mournful tones. The mountains are waiting to swallow us whole: a lonely woman and two quiet boys, listening to a sadness called love. -Dorianne Laux, "Stairway to Heaven"
"Torture doesn't work" lol
Guess they forgot to tell Bill Buckley. "...as we reason and love, we are able to hope. And hope enables us to resist those things that would enslave us." |
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mastermindreader 1949 - 2017 Seattle, WA 12586 Posts |
Coleridge always puts me in a good zone.
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Woland Special user 680 Posts |
WB Yeats. Percy Shelley. Guillaume Apollinaire. Blaise Cendrars. Pierre Ronsard.
I go back and forth between Ronsard's Quand vous serez bien vielle and Yeats's free translation When you are old and full of sleep. At times I prefer the former, at times the latter. Rudyard Kipling. I used to read Gary Snyder, Ferlinghetti, Gregory Corso, and Allen Ginsberg. Not so much anymore. Baudelaire and Rimbaud are quite good. Philip Larkin. Charles Bukowski. |
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Chessmann Inner circle 4242 Posts |
This is kind of funny for me. I just landed one of my favorite roles in all of Gilbert and Sullivan's comic operas - Archibald Grosvenor in "Patience".
"Patience" satirized the aesthetic movement in the UK during the late 1800s (and does it very well). Archibald Grosvenor is an "Idyllic Poet" and Reginald Bunthorne is an "Aesthetic Poet". I do get to say a couple of poems in the show, but they are (of course) incredibly silly. "Pirates of Penzance" has a beautiful a capella chorus called "Hail, Poetry" (starts 40 seconds in): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DoTrjyW0IWE Hail, Poetry, thou heav'n-born maid! Thou gildest e'en the pirate's trade. Hail, flowing fount of sentiment! All hail, all hail, divine emollient!
My ex-cat was named "Muffin". "Vomit" would be a better name for her. AKA "The Evil Ball of Fur".
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S2000magician Inner circle Yorba Linda, CA 3465 Posts |
Ogden Nash
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landmark Inner circle within a triangle 5194 Posts |
Ogden Nash:
IIRC-- A little talcum is always walcum.
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TonyB2009 Inner circle 5006 Posts |
WB Yeates was fantastic. Among the other Irish writers I love are Paddy Kavanagh and Seamus Heaney.
Among the rest, Shakespeare is a favourite, along with Tennyson and Wordsworth. TS Elliot, Gerard Manley Hopkins, Leonard Cohen, Coleridge and Auden spring to mind. This is from Hopkins,and is sublime: I caught this morning morning's minion, king- dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding Stirred for a bird, - the achieve of, the mastery of the thing! Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier! No wonder of it: sheer plod makes plough down sillion Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.
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Magnus Eisengrim Inner circle Sulla placed heads on 1053 Posts |
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On 2013-02-25 21:50, TonyB2009 wrote: Hard to find a better list, Tony. I agree on every call. Love the Hopkins.
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.--Yeats |
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PaulPacific Special user Yes, I used my toes to type all of my 907 Posts |
The Barefoot Boy
By John Greenleaf Whittier Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim’s jaunty grace; From my heart I give thee joy,— I was once a barefoot boy! Prince thou art,—the grown-up man Only is republican. Let the million-dollared ride! Barefoot, trudging at his side, Thou hast more than he can buy In the reach of ear and eye,— Outward sunshine, inward joy: Blessings on thee, barefoot boy! Oh for boyhood’s painless play, Sleep that wakes in laughing day, Health that mocks the doctor’s rules, Knowledge never learned of schools, Of the wild bee’s morning chase, Of the wild-flower’s time and place, Flight of fowl and habitude Of the tenants of the wood; How the tortoise bears his shell, How the woodchuck digs his cell, And the ground-mole sinks his well; How the robin feeds her young, How the oriole’s nest is hung; Where the whitest lilies blow, Where the freshest berries grow, Where the ground-nut trails its vine, Where the wood-grape’s clusters shine; Of the black wasp’s cunning way, Mason of his walls of clay, And the architectural plans Of gray hornet artisans! For, eschewing books and tasks, Nature answers all he asks; Hand in hand with her he walks, Face to face with her he talks, Part and parcel of her joy,— Blessings on the barefoot boy! Oh for boyhood’s time of June, Crowding years in one brief moon, When all things I heard or saw, Me, their master, waited for. I was rich in flowers and trees, Humming-birds and honey-bees; For my sport the squirrel played, Plied the snouted mole his spade; For my taste the blackberry cone Purpled over hedge and stone; Laughed the brook for my delight Through the day and through the night, Whispering at the garden wall, Talked with me from fall to fall; Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond, Mine the walnut slopes beyond, Mine, on bending orchard trees, Apples of Hesperides! Still as my horizon grew, Larger grew my riches too; All the world I saw or knew Seemed a complex Chinese toy, Fashioned for a barefoot boy! Oh for festal dainties spread, Like my bowl of milk and bread; Pewter spoon and bowl of wood, On the door-stone, gray and rude! O’er me, like a regal tent, Cloudy-ribbed, the sunset bent, Purple-curtained, fringed with gold, Looped in many a wind-swung fold; While for music came the play Of the pied frogs’ orchestra; And, to light the noisy choir, Lit the fly his lamp of fire. I was monarch: pomp and joy Waited on the barefoot boy! Cheerily, then, my little man, Live and laugh, as boyhood can! Though the flinty slopes be hard, Stubble-speared the new-mown sward, Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew; Every evening from thy feet Shall the cool wind kiss the heat: All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Lose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt’s for work be shod, Made to tread the mills of toil, Up and down in ceaseless moil: Happy if their track be found Never on forbidden ground; Happy if they sink not in Quick and treacherous sands of sin. Ah! that thou couldst know thy joy, Ere it passes, barefoot boy!
Blessings on thee, little man,
barefoot boy with cheeks of tan... Outward sunshine; inward joy, Blessings on thee, barefoot boy! :-D |
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Bob1Dog Inner circle Wife: It's me or this houseful of 1159 Posts |
Paul, this thread was created just for you to ring in with that...
As for my favorite poet? Who wrote, Hickory dickory dock...... ?
What if the Hokey Pokey really IS what it's all about?
My neighbor rang my doorbell at 2:30 a.m. this morning, can you believe that, 2:30 a.m.!? Lucky for him I was still up playing my drums. |
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magicfish Inner circle 7006 Posts |
William Wordsworth
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Bob1Dog Inner circle Wife: It's me or this houseful of 1159 Posts |
I thought it was Mother Goose?
What if the Hokey Pokey really IS what it's all about?
My neighbor rang my doorbell at 2:30 a.m. this morning, can you believe that, 2:30 a.m.!? Lucky for him I was still up playing my drums. |
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PaulPacific Special user Yes, I used my toes to type all of my 907 Posts |
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On 2013-02-25 23:54, Bob1Dog wrote: I agree, my friend!
Blessings on thee, little man,
barefoot boy with cheeks of tan... Outward sunshine; inward joy, Blessings on thee, barefoot boy! :-D |
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panlives Inner circle 2087 Posts |
Sheldon Allan "Shel" Silverstein.
"Is there any point to which you would wish to draw my attention?"
"To the curious incident of the dog in the night-time." "The dog did nothing in the night-time." "That was the curious incident," remarked Sherlock Holmes. |
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0pus Inner circle New Jersey 1739 Posts |
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A bunch of the boys were whooping it up I like Robert Service. Also Shel Silverstein. |
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mastermindreader 1949 - 2017 Seattle, WA 12586 Posts |
Just because the last words rhyme
Don't make it poetry all the time or Just because the rhymes are witty As poetry it may still be ****** :eek: |
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0pus Inner circle New Jersey 1739 Posts |
Am I to take it that that was a criticism of Robert Service?
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