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Yeah, what's your favourite poem ever.
Mine is Simon Lee, The Old Huntsman by Wordsworth. I like poems that reflect society at the time with a lot of room to interpret. Wordsworth is by far my favourite poet.
Link to mine; http://www.readprint.com/work-1552/William-Wordsworth
Daffodils by Wordsworth is a lovely poem.Quote:
Originally Posted by Immenseman
My favourite poem though, would have to be "If" by Rudyard Kipling.
Ballad of the Bedroom Feast by Tom Hopkins is the best thing ever written irl
The last time I read a poem was probably back in Junior school when we had to do the limericks and the rest of them.. I'm not a very poetic person. :P
However.. I'll be needing to do something with them for the next piece of English GCSE Coursework.. can't say I'm looking forward to it :rolleyes:
Fun fun fun. It's as fun as you make it Matt :)Quote:
Originally Posted by omgMatt
I don't really read poems too often, so I don't know any good ones. However, I'll take this opportunity to mention that a poem I wrote in school got published in a book called 'Great Minds from the Eastern Counties'. :eusa_danc Ever since that moment I have longed to see my work published once again!
For inspiration it has to be:
Desiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
It was written in 1952 by Max Ehrmann
Also Dante's poems about Beatrice which inspired 'The Devine Comedy' and also inspired Pre-Raphelite, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, to immortalise her in his wonderful paintings which are also favourites of mine some of which can in Birmingham Art Gallery.
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That is a brilliant piece and as you say is a wonderful reflection of society and the elderly when Wordsworth was around. I also really like the poem you posted, Rosie. It's a very motivational poem I think :).Quote:
Originally Posted by Immenseman
I personally don't have a favourite poem. I always seem to find a poem I really like but come across another that is brilliantly written and has a new effect on me. I really enjoy poems and short stories written by Edgar Allen Poe, whom I discovered recently. He is a very famous author and I like his darker work. Everyone knows The Raven for example :).
Mine is a sad one but i find it rather beauitful.
It's called How Do I Love Thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Just had my Literature exam about it :8Quote:
Originally Posted by Garion