I'll add these, though some may have already been identified:
The Ballad of Reading Gaol - Oscar Wilde
John Barleycorn & To a Mouse- Robbie Burns
A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning, Elegy XIX - John Donne
I'll add these, though some may have already been identified:
The Ballad of Reading Gaol - Oscar Wilde
John Barleycorn & To a Mouse- Robbie Burns
A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning, Elegy XIX - John Donne
Reminds me of Frost's 'Dessert Places':Originally Posted by JBI
Dessert Places
Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.
The woods around it have it—it is theirs.
All animals are smothered in their lairs.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness includes me unawares.
And lonely as it is, that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less—
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
With no expression, nothing to express.
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars—on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.
"The farther he goes the more good it does me. I don’t want philosophies, tracts, dogmas, creeds, ways out, truths, answers, nothing from the bargain basement. He is the most courageous, remorseless writer going and the more he grinds my nose in the sh1t the more I am grateful to him..."
-- Harold Pinter on Samuel Beckett
Solid picks JBI. I could have picked them all myself.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
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William Blake never gets old in my book. :-)
"Anyone unable to understand how a useful religion can be founded in lies will not understand this book either. So be it."
-Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle.
The Ecstacy, The Flea, Satire 3, The Sun Rising and A hymn to God, my God, in my sickness - all by John Donne.
The Mental Traveller - William Blake
The Double Vision of Michael Robartes - Wb Yeats
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock - TS Elliot
Almost everything by John Milton, absolutely everything by William Shakespeare and a handful of poems by Emily Dickinson.
When Lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd - Walt Whitman
Never Again Would Bird's Song Be the Same
He would declare and could himself believe
That the birds there in all the garden round
From having heard the daylong voice of Eve
Had added to their own an oversound,
Her tone of meaning but without the words.
Admittedly an eloquence so soft
Could only have had an influence on birds
When call or laughter carried it aloft.
Be that as may be, she was in their song.
Moreover her voice upon their voices crossed
Had now persisted in the woods so long
That probably it never would be lost.
Never again would birds' song be the same.
And to do that to birds was why she came.
Robert Frost
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
Think it would be to vast a misreading to declare this poem border-line Elegiac, or flat out Elegiac?
I didn't know that poem --- it's very, very good
Dylan Thomas "Do not go gentle into that goodnight" Reduces me to tears every time I read it, since it was written as his father was dying.
Yes have read all 12 books. I had to study 4 of them and enjoyed it so much that I read them allYeah that's a good one. Can't believe I missed that. Thanks
Oh and if you don't mind me asking, have you read the whole 12 books yourself?
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