Favorite poem?

[Janine]

I love these poems!
I love Lily Adam's entry. I read that poem many times before - it is so simple and so great!
I love Lumos' entry - I have never heard that poem before, but I have heard a poem that is much like it in theme. I must try to recall who wrote it and post it soon.
The poem that Niamh quoted that Mrs. Dalloway posted originally - the Yeats poem - "The Stolen Child" - Loreena Mckennitt records a version of that poem that I just adore. It is so soulful.
Mrs. Dalloway - the first poem is beautiful, too - who wrote it?
Hockychick - that is a sweet little poem.
Sarsavati - I love e.e.cummings and I adore "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner". I also love "The Road Not Taken" by Frost.

There are too many wonderful poems to choose a best one or favorite. Soon, when I have more time I will post some of mine. I have many, many favorites.

[Lily Adams]

Oh yes, isn't it?

"How dreary to be public..."

[Mrs. Dalloway]

I love these poems!
I love Lily Adam's entry. I read that poem many times before - it is so simple and so great!
I love Lumos' entry - I have never heard that poem before, but I have heard a poem that is much like it in theme. I must try to recall who wrote it and post it soon.
The poem that Niamh quoted that Mrs. Dalloway posted originally - the Yeats poem - "The Stolen Child" - Loreena Mckennitt records a version of that poem that I just adore. It is so soulful.
Mrs. Dalloway - the first poem is beautiful, too - who wrote it?
Hockychick - that is a sweet little poem.
Sarsavati - I love e.e.cummings and I adore "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner". I also love "The Road Not Taken" by Frost.

There are too many wonderful poems to choose a best one or favorite. Soon, when I have more time I will post some of mine. I have many, many favorites.

Both were written by William Butler Yeats!

[aabbcc]

It is hard for me to speak of "favourite" poem(s) as I adore so many of them, but if I had to make some selection, these would probably be in it:

V.Petković Dis - "Možda spava" ["Perhaps she is sleeping"], "Nirvana", "Utopljene duše" ["Drowned Souls"], in fact, I could probably claim most of the poems from his opus to be my favourites. I do not know if Dis has ever been translated into English, but his poems are of indescribable beauty;
K.H.Mácha - "Máj";
A.G.Matoš - "Utjeha kose" ["The Consolation of the Hair"], "Jesenje veče" ["An autumn evening"];
C.Pavese - "Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi" ["The Death shall come and it shall have your eyes"];
innumerable of the poems written by A.Šantić and F.Tjutchev;
Sappho's "Φαίνεται μοι κήνος ίσος θέοισιν", and its Latin translation "Ille mi par esse deo videtur".

[Omniglot]

When I have Fears that I may cease to be

WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high pil`d books, in charact'ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And feel that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think,
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.

Keats

[symphony]

may be this is way too common, but i just cant help thinking of Shelley's 'Ode to the West Wind' and 'To a Skylark' when someone asks me about favourite poem hehe.

Cant resist falling in love(over and over again) with particularly this part--

If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share

The impulse of thy strength, only less free
Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even
I were as in my boyhood, and could be

The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,
As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed
Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven

As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed
One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.

And, in "to a Skylark"---

What thou art we know not;
What is most like thee?
From rainbow clouds there flow not
Drops so bright to see,
As from thy presence showers a rain of melody:
....
Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know;
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow,
The world should listen then, as I am listening now.

Plus I'm also in love with the 1st stanza of "Lines to an Indian Air", in fact i even dared translate the 1st stanza once in bengali !

Oh and i'm total nuts about "Triumph of Death", "Dirge of Love", "To me Fair Friend, u never can be old...." and etc by Shakespeare. But its just normal to be nuts about Shakespeare i guess!

Oh and did i mention Rubaiyat-e-Omar Khayyam?! AND a 100 other odes by Rabindranath Tagore?!

Argh this can go on forever!

[Aiculík]

Although I love many poets and poems, my all-time favourite is Jacques Prévert's Barbara. Fallen in love with it on the first read.

[Uncle Lar]

Hello! My favorite Poem is,

The Song of Wandering Aengus
by William Butler Yeats

"I WENT out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

"When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

"Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun."

Have a great day!

Sincerely,

Uncle Lar

[DeathAngel]

a lot of people i no say they hate poetry "it's too confusing, why don't they just get to the freakin point, if you love her take her, quite tryna show off",
lol, in a way, i must agree

but there's no harm in writing art, is there?

i have too many favorite poets, but i value Poe's the most...he still remains a mystery to this day.....ooooooo

"The Raven"

and if not him than shakespeare, who takes forever to get to his thesis, haha...

[mercy_mankind]

hi,,
this is very good topic
thanks so much

[Riesa]

found this the other day and just had to share: tempted to add it to my sig.

Wild to sit on a haypile,
Writing Haikus,
Drinkin wine

Jack Kerouac

[Virgil]

found this the other day and just had to share: tempted to add it to my sig.

Wild to sit on a haypile,
Writing Haikus,
Drinkin wine

Jack Kerouac

Maybe I'll add it to my signature. Great find, Reisa.

[chasestalling]

I value little those much vaunted rights
that have for some the lure of dizzy heights.
I do not fret because the gods refuse
to let me wrangle over revenues
or thwart the wars of kings. 'Tis to me
of no concern whether the press be free
to dupe poor oafs or if censors cramp
the current fancies of some scrbbling scamp.
These things are words, words, words. My spirit fights
for deeper liberties, for better rights.
Whom shall we serve -- the people or the state?
The poet does not care. So let them wait.
To give account to none, to be one's own
vassal and lord, to please oneself alone,
to bend neither one's neck nor inner schemes
nor conscience to obtain some thing that seems
power but is a flunky's coat; to stroll
in one's own wake, admiring the divine
beauties of nature, and to feel one's soul
melt in the glow of man's inspired design
-- that is the blessing, those are the rights!

[sumalan monica]

Favouite poem is one who is close to your heart and represents your beliefs in everything you do.I mean something like a motto;
Favourite poem is written in order to be read and interpreted,in order to maintain your inner harmony.

[tinustijger]

Hey, in Holland there's a saying 'gedeelde smart is halve smart' which means something like: shared pain is half the pain. This Dutch poet opposes this saying in the following poem, it's my favourite Dutch poem.

Verborgen smart is halve smart

Ik zal niet droevig klagen,
Dat niemand mij troost in mijn leed;
Juist daarom kan ik het dragen,
Omdat geen mensch het weet.

Geen troost, geen mededoogen,
Maakt ooit dit hart gezond,
Want zagen nieuwsgierige oogen
De groote, open wond,

En peilden nieuwsgierige handen
Hoe diep die wonden zijn,
Hoe smartelijk zouden ze branden
Met haast onduldbare pijn!

Want iedere blik zou schrijnen,
Wat toch reeds zo moeilijk geneest.
Alleen door rustig te schijnen
Ben ik ook rustig geweest.

Jacqueline E. van der Waals

I tried to translate it, but ofcourse I can convey nothing of the beauty of this poem.. Now it's just words, in Dutch it's much more!
Well anyway:

I won’t sadly complain
That no-one comforts me in my suffering
That’s how I can endure it
Because no-one knows

No consolation, no compassion
Will ever cure this heart
When curious eyes would see
These big open wounds

And curious hands would measure
How deep these wounds are
How heartbreaking they’d burn
With almost insufferable pain!

Because every look would burn
That which is already hard to cure
Only by calmly pretending
I too have been calm.