What's your favourite poem?

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'Daddy' and 'Cut', both by Sylvia Plath <3
'Examination at the Womb-Door' and 'Crow's First Lesson', both by Ted Hughes
'The Broken Tower' by Harold Hart Crane
Shakespeare's Sonnets, especially Sonnets 20 & 71

A Blade of Grass

Original post by childofthesun

My sister had extracts from 'On Love' (and other Romantic poems) printed out and placed on the tables at her wedding. It was perfect!

I was referring to the last section of The Prophet-it's titled 'The Farewell' :tongue:

Just read it, love it, especially "You are also as strong as your strongest link. " I really love how certain phrases in Gibran's poetry just seem to resonate :smile:

Reply 43

the bear

Rupert Brooke's Grantchester is lovely...

http://www3.amherst.edu/~rjyanco94/literature/rupertchawnerbrooke/poems/grantchester/grantchester.html

also Mr Eliot's The Waste Land ?

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/47311

Reply 44

sarkrista112

Wilfred Owen - Mental Cases

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Reply 45

katodizzle

Original post by AppleB

It's a wonderful poem right?
I love the Volta at the end!
Shakespeare being a true boss

Yes it really completes it :smile:

Reply 46

DJKL

I like the juxtaposition of love/lust and ageing/death

To His Coy Mistress
BY ANDREW MARVELL

Had we but world enough and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down, and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love’s day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found;
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long-preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust;
The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapped power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Through the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

Reply 47

cherryblossoming

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot. I'm not sure of this is an overrated poem, but I stumbled across it in an English lesson and whilst it's quite long it's so utterly beautiful.

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Reply 48

Liam0324

Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen. It is such a good poem, full of emotion and is a good reminder of the pain many have felt for us to have a comfortable life.