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Dark Muse
11-05-2007, 03:16 AM
I always thought it would be fun to play a poetry version, of name that song lyric games. So the idea is, to post a few lines from a poem by a known author, and the next person has to try and guess which poem it is and whom wrote and then post the next few lines and so on. So to start:

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

Shalot
11-05-2007, 10:32 AM
A Poison Tree - William Blake :thumbs_up




And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.

stormy sky
11-06-2007, 02:59 AM
The garden of love -William Blake

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, 15
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, 20
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

ktd222
11-06-2007, 04:28 AM
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot



When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.

Dark Muse
11-06-2007, 12:55 PM
Shakespeare's Sonnet 138


Tis not too late to seek a newer world
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the westren stars, until I die.

stormy sky
11-07-2007, 02:14 AM
Ulysses.

She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneel'd and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soil'd gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And, last, she sat down by my side

Dark Muse
11-07-2007, 02:37 AM
Prophyria's Lover by Robert Browning


Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal -yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

Niamh
11-07-2007, 07:31 AM
ode to a grecian urn- john keats



When we have run our passions' heat, 25
Love hither makes his best retreat:
The gods, that mortal beauty chase,
Still in a tree did end their race;
Apollo hunted Daphne so
Only that she might laurel grow; 30
And Pan did after Syrinx speed
Not as a nymph, but for a reed.

stormy sky
11-07-2007, 07:44 AM
thoughts in a garden

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose

Niamh
11-07-2007, 08:47 AM
Somewhere i have never travelled - ee cummings


The bright stick trapped, the breeze adding a third
Party to the couple kissing on an old seat,
And a bird gathering materials for the nest for the Word
Eloquently new and abandoned to its delirious beat.

stormy sky
11-07-2007, 09:03 AM
canal bank walk-patrick kavanagh

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

AuntShecky
11-07-2007, 01:28 PM
so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.[/QUOTE]


William Carlos Williams, MD

We will sidestep, and to the final smirk
Dally the doom of that inevitable thumb
That slowly chafes its puckered index toward us,
Facing the dull squint with what innocence
and what surprise!

Niamh
11-07-2007, 06:53 PM
Chaplinesque by hart crane


Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops
And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him
For the first time in six weeks. Paler now,

stormy sky
11-09-2007, 02:02 AM
Mid trem break-seamus heaney

Go hang yourself, you old M.D.!
You shall not sneer at me.
Pick up your hat and stethoscope,
Go wash your mouth with laundry soap;

Pendragon
11-09-2007, 11:18 AM
Common Cold ~ Ogden Nash



He was always cold, but the land of gold
Seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way
That "he'd sooner live in hell."

Pendragon
11-15-2007, 11:24 AM
He was always cold, but the land of gold
Seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way
That "he'd sooner live in hell."

Oh, come on people! The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert Service. Very famous poem.

If the blues would let me.
Lord knows I would smile.
If the blues would let me,
I would smile, smile, smile.
Instead of that I'm cryin'--
I must be Miss Blues'es child.

Niamh
11-15-2007, 03:43 PM
Miss Blues'es Child By Langston Hughes


No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.

Pendragon
11-16-2007, 11:09 AM
The Listeners ~ Walter de la Mare

The sun was shining on the sea,

Shining with all his might:
He did hid very best to make

The billows smooth and bright—
And this was odd, because it was

The middle of the night.

AuntShecky
11-16-2007, 12:32 PM
The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did hid very best to make
The billows smooth and bright—
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

that would be Lewis Carroll

I'm the boy in the white flannel gown
sprawled on this coarse gravel bed
searching the night sky,
waiting for the world to end.

Pendragon
11-18-2007, 12:32 PM
Hailey's Comet By Stanley Kunitz (BTW, Auntie, my poem's name was The Walrus and the Carpenter. You were dead on the author.)

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the dessert... Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

AuntShecky
11-19-2007, 11:36 AM
I knew right away it was Shelly's Ozmandias, but I thought
SOMEONE else would pick it up! I am so glad you Id'ed the wonderful Stanley Kunitz lines. Another?

Somebody stole my myths,
Stole all their gists and piths.
Somebody pinched my Juno and Pan,
Crooked Dionysus
And caused my spiritual crisis.
Some no-good no-account
Made my centaur dismount.

{Hint: It's a parody, sung to the tune of "Somebody Stole My Gal."}

Pendragon
11-20-2007, 11:22 AM
X.J. Kennedy, Somebody Stole My Myths (I had to Google, Auntie!) http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/AbsalomKane/Type.gif

To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
All pray in their distress;
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.

AuntShecky
11-20-2007, 11:39 AM
You are so correct, Sir! And you didn't fall for the trick --
W.D. Snodgrass was the first to complain about having his
myths stolen.

I will wait a while before posting another "Name that Poem" I really really want some other LitNetworkers to participate.

Dark Muse
11-20-2007, 01:36 PM
The Divine Image, William Blake

The sun was gone now; the curled moon
was like a little feather
fluttering far down to the gulf; and now
she spoke through the still weather.
Her voice was like the voice the stars
had when they sang together

Pendragon
11-23-2007, 11:18 AM
Dante Gabriel Rossetti ~ The Blessed Damozel (Googled)

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.

AuntShecky
11-24-2007, 02:48 PM
She's baaackkk--
We have to stop meeting like this, Pen.

That would be Mending Wall by Robert Frost

here's something else:

no fat handshaking stranger
in a red flannel suit
and a fake white beard
went around passing himself off
as some kind of North Pole saint
crossing the desert to Bethlehem
Pennsylvania

Pendragon
11-25-2007, 12:59 PM
Why Auntie? We know the most odd poems!

Christ Came Down by Lawrence Ferlinghetti reminding me of this:


They knelt in the snow and prayed and bowed,
Prayed and bowed, prayed and bowed,
And the two dead thieves laughed out aloud
On Christmas day in the morning.

Pendragon
11-27-2007, 12:03 PM
Why Auntie? We know the most odd poems!

Christ Came Down by Lawrence Ferlinghetti reminding me of this:


They knelt in the snow and prayed and bowed,
Prayed and bowed, prayed and bowed,
And the two dead thieves laughed out aloud
On Christmas day in the morning.
Did I dig one up too obscure for you again?

Carol: New Style ~ Steven Vincent Benẻt


Gaily bedight,

A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,

Had journeyed long,

Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

Dark Muse
11-27-2007, 12:29 PM
Elderado, Edgar Allen Poe

Backward up the mossy glen
turned and trooped the goblin men
with thier shrill repeated cry,
"Come buy, come buy."

Pendragon
11-28-2007, 02:02 PM
Goblin Market - Christina Rossetti I remember that one well! http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/AbsalomKane/Smilies/HearttoHeart-1.gif

"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.

Dark Muse
11-28-2007, 03:22 PM
A childhood faveorite of mine, Shel Silverstein, I Cannot Go To School Today

Deep from protruding chests
in green-gold medals dressed,
planned to command and terrorize the rest,

the many wives
who lead hen's lives
of being courted and despised

PrinceMyshkin
11-28-2007, 08:12 PM
Roosters
by Elizabeth Bishop



At four o’clock
in the gun-metal blue dark
we hear the first crow of the first c*ck


just below
the gun-metal blue window
and immediately there is an echo


off in the distance,
then one from the backyard fence,
then one, with horrible insistence,


grates like a wet match
from the broccoli patch,
flares, and all over town begins to catch....



Lost in the fields of yesteryear
A memory of pain severe
As anything I ever feared
Of a sudden reared
Its frightsome head...

Dark Muse
01-05-2008, 02:49 AM
Sense no one seems to know this one, and I have used every resource I can think of, and cannot track it down, I thought I would post a new verse to just get the game going again.

Only in separation-marriage, and birth
and death, and thoughts of these-for which was built
this special shell? For, though I've no idea
what this accounted frowsty barn is worth,
it pleases me to stand in silence here