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    I dare not ask a kiss,
    I dare not beg a smile,
    Lest asking that, or this,
    I might grow proud the while.

    No, no, the utmost share
    of my desire shall be,
    to kiss that air
    ... that lately kissed thee.

    To Electra
    -Robert Herrick
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    Thanks people for your replies, seeing as though you gave the poems themselves, i would like to share my favourite's:

    This Be The Verse

    They f**k you up, your mum and dad.
    They may not mean to, but they do.
    They fill you with the faults they had
    And add some extra, just for you.

    But they were f**ked up in their turn
    By fools in old-style hats and coats,
    Who half the time were soppy-stern
    And half at one another's throats.

    Man hands on misery to man.
    It deepens like a coastal shelf.
    Get out as early as you can,
    And don't have any kids yourself.

    Aubade

    I work all day, and get half drunk at night.
    Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.
    In time the curtain edges will grow light.
    Till then I see what's really always there:
    Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,
    Making all thought impossible but how
    And where and when I shall myself die.
    Arid interrogation: yet the dread
    Of dying, and being dead,
    Flashes afresh to hold and horrify.

    The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse
    - The good not used, the love not given, time
    Torn off unused - nor wretchedly because
    An only life can take so long to climb
    Clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never:
    But at the total emptiness forever,
    The sure extinction that we travel to
    And shall be lost in always. Not to be here,
    Not to be anywhere,
    And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true.

    This is a special way of being afraid
    No trick dispels. Religion used to try,
    That vast moth-eaten musical brocade
    Created to pretend we never die,
    And specious stuff that says no rational being
    Can fear a thing it cannot feel, not seeing
    that this is what we fear - no sight, no sound,
    No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with,
    Nothing to love or link with,
    The anaesthetic from which none come round.

    And so it stays just on the edge of vision,
    A small unfocused blur, a standing chill
    That slows each impulse down to indecision
    Most things may never happen: this one will,
    And realisation of it rages out
    In furnace fear when we are caught without
    People or drink. Courage is no good:
    It means not scaring others. Being brave
    Lets no-one off the grave.
    Death is no different whined at than withstood.

    Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape.
    It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know,
    Have always known, know that we can't escape
    Yet can't accept. One side will have to go.
    Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring
    In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring
    Intricate rented world begins to rouse.
    The sky is white as clay, with no sun.
    Work has to be done.
    Postmen like doctors go from house to house.
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    (Original post by serendipity)
    The one by Anonymous:

    Do not stand at my grave and weep
    I am not there, I do not sleep
    I am a thousand winds that blow
    I am the diamond glints on snow
    I am the sunlight on ripened grain
    I am the gentle autumn rain
    When you awaken in the morning's hush
    I am the sweet uplifting rush
    Of quiet wings in silent flight
    I am the soft stars that shine at night.
    Do not stand at my grave and cry,
    I am not there, I did not die.

    I might have missed a bit out, but i think it's beautiful.
    that one is beautiful!it was read out at my mums funeral! x x
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    (Original post by CrzySxyCool)
    that one is beautiful!it was read out at my mums funeral! x x
    Oh sweetheart i'm glad you like it, it is beautiful isn't it? the story goes it was left in a sealed envelope by an 18 year old Irish soldier for his parents to read on event of his death. However, people also think it's a Red Indian poem.
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    i think the sound of the irish girl is better x x x
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    I like Dulce et Decorum Est and Charge of the Light Brigade.
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    The only one which I can remember off by heart from the book "the outsiders":

    Nature's first green is gold,
    Her hardest hue to hold.
    Her early leaf's a flower,
    But only so an hour.
    Then leaf subsides to leaf,
    So Eden sank down to grief.
    So dawn goes down to day,
    Nothing gold can stay!
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    (Original post by Lord Huntroyde)
    I like Dulce et Decorum Est and Charge of the Light Brigade.
    ive been doing that for my coursework in english! dont get it at all! x x i dont really like the charge of the light brigade but i think dulce est decorum est is a good poem
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    (Original post by Mr White)
    I dare not ask a kiss,
    I dare not beg a smile,
    Lest asking that, or this,
    I might grow proud the while.

    No, no, the utmost share
    of my desire shall be,
    to kiss that air
    ... that lately kissed thee.

    To Electra
    -Robert Herrick
    That's a surprisingly romantic poem for you, Mr White
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    (Original post by CrzySxyCool)
    ive been doing that for my coursework in english! dont get it at all! x x i dont really like the charge of the light brigade but i think dulce est decorum est is a good poem
    Comparing the poems? That sounds difficult. I'm having to compare Ducle and The Soldier by Brooke. That is much easier.
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    (Original post by Lord Huntroyde)
    Comparing the poems? That sounds difficult. I'm having to compare Ducle and The Soldier by Brooke. That is much easier.
    its my teacher shes a bit barmy! well we just have to look closely at the poems and later on in the essay we have to comment on the similarities and contrasts between them!
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    (Original post by CrzySxyCool)
    its my teacher shes a bit barmy! well we just have to look closely at the poems and later on in the essay we have to comment on the similarities and contrasts between them!
    That's ok, youll be fine, just go through it by theme
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    (Original post by Xenon)
    The only one which I can remember off by heart from the book "the outsiders":

    Nature's first green is gold,
    Her hardest hue to hold.
    Her early leaf's a flower,
    But only so an hour.
    Then leaf subsides to leaf,
    So Eden sank down to grief.
    So dawn goes down to day,
    Nothing gold can stay!
    I know that one! I had to learn that for my English oral GCSE. Good book too.
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    (Original post by kebab22)
    Am interested in people's favourite poems. I know its hard, but if you like, favourite poem of the moment:

    Mine has got to be either Philp Larkin "Aubade" or "This be the verse"

    Hi
    My favourite poem is

    'Dulce et Decorum est' by Wilfred Owen.

    I recommend it to anyone who likes reading poem as it is written amazingly and wonderfully enjoyable!
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    (Original post by Xenon)
    The only one which I can remember off by heart from the book "the outsiders":

    Nature's first green is gold,
    Her hardest hue to hold.
    Her early leaf's a flower,
    But only so an hour.
    Then leaf subsides to leaf,
    So Eden sank down to grief.
    So dawn goes down to day,
    Nothing gold can stay!
    I love that poem, it's by Robert Frost.
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    Anyone read the wasteland by any chance?
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    (Original post by corey)
    Anyone read the wasteland by any chance?
    YES!
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    (Original post by CHAD)
    Hi
    My favourite poem is

    'Dulce et Decorum est' by Wilfred Owen.

    I recommend it to anyone who likes reading poem as it is written amazingly and wonderfully enjoyable!

    Sorry didnt read the above writing! but it is amazing! I really love it. I know most of it off by heart and have only read it about 3 times. We also studied it 4 english gcse cw. We also studied 'The Send Off' by Wilfred Owen which was also really good but not as thought - provoking or brilliant as 'Dulce et Decorum est'.
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    (Original post by Linda)
    YES!
    How amazing is that poem!!!!!!!! oh i love it!

    The sheer fragmentation, allusions, everything! It relates really well to me even today.
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    (Original post by Linda)
    I love that poem, it's by Robert Frost.
    Yup, helps that I love the outsiders by S E Hinton. HAve you read the book?
 
 
 
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