Favorite poetry

[Eskarina]

This seems like a good place for this.

Post your favorite poems!

No poetry list should avoid the Bard s here's a pretty sonnet. This one was read at my wedding.

http://www.william-shakespeare.info/wil ... et-116.htm

This is one are where I prefer 20th century stuff. Here are a few of my favorites..

Homage to my hips by Lucille Clifton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homage-to-my-hips/

September, 1918 by Amy Lowell
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171729

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S Elliot
http://www.bartleby.com/198/1.htm

[Nikolai]

My two very favouritest poems ever:



Alan Seeger (1888-1916)

I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air--
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath--
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes north again next year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.

God knows 'twere better
To be pillowed deep in scented down,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Where hushed awakenings are dear . . .
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail my rendezvous.

John McCrae 1872-1918

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep,
though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

[gwenhyver42]

I really like those ones, Nik.

Why do I like tragic poems? This one has always been a favourite of mine:

[Dadinator]

Kipling is pretty good.

[gwenhyver42]

One of my favourite Irish folk songs...
A Stor Mo Chroi... (Treasure of My Heart)

A stor mo chroi when you're far away
From the home you will soon be leaving
It's many's the time by night and by day
When your heart will be sorely grieving
For the stranger's land may be bright and fair
Rich in it's treasures golden
But you'll pine I know for days long long ago
And the one that is never olden
A stor mo chroi in the stranger's land
There is plenty of wealth and wailing
Where gems adorn the great and the grand
Where the faces with hunger paling
When the road it is tiresome and hard to tread
And the lights of their cities blind you
Oh turn a stor to Erin's shore
And the one that you leave behind you
A stor mo chroi when the evening mist
Over mountain and sea is falling
Oh turn a stor and then you list
And maybe you will hear me calling
For the sound of a voice you will surely miss
Somebody speedily returning
A run a run won't you come back soon
To the one that will always love you

[Dadinator]

Beautiful

[mojoboy31]

Such a good song.

[gwenhyver42]

Mhm....