'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
What's your favourite poem? Watch
- 02-06-2016 20:49
- 02-06-2016 20:51
A Blade of Grass
(Original post by childofthesun)
- 02-06-2016 22:06
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'
- 02-06-2016 22:12
Rupert Brooke's Grantchester is lovely...
also Mr Eliot's The Waste Land ?
- 02-06-2016 22:15
Wilfred Owen - Mental Cases
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- 03-06-2016 11:57
- 04-06-2016 13:57
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.
- 09-08-2016 21:35
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.Spoiler:ShowFirst Stanza:
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
- 09-08-2016 22:50
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.