I like poetry. I have a handful of books and enjoy reading occasionally, although not as much as I used to. I really like Dylan Thomas, Cristina Rossetti, Keats, and John Donne. Most book sales and some yard sales are places to build a library. I love finding a great anthology.
So, here are a couple of my favorite poems
“Death, Be Not Proud” by John Donne (pronounced “dunn”)
DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and souls delivery.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell’st thou then;
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
I don’t know the author of the second one but it can be found in homes all across America:
If you sprinkle when you tinkle….
…then be a sweetie and wipe the seatie!
Who is your favorite poet?
Do you have a favorite poem?
October 5, 2009 at 9:14 am
I think the second is a collaborative work of the mothers union
October 5, 2009 at 1:35 pm
My favorite poets are WB Yeats and Robert Frost.
Favorite Poems:
When You Are Old – Yeats “But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, and loved the sorrows of your changing face.”
The Death of the Hired Man – Frost “Home is where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.”
October 5, 2009 at 1:56 pm
well-said, laymond
good stuff, nick
October 5, 2009 at 2:34 pm
Here’s one of my favorite poems:
http://www.timothyarcher.com/kitchen/?p=262
October 5, 2009 at 8:35 pm
I’ll be honest, I’ve never been a poem or poetry guy. Don’t hate me!
October 6, 2009 at 9:32 am
Trey, I must admit I have never bought a book of poetry, never wanted to be a poet, well since I was 5 . My first encounter with poetic arts could be the reason. When I was 5yrs old I broke upon the scene, in front of the whole school with the following poem.
“The sun rises in the east, and sets in the west.
Ladies and Gents, I have done my best.”
I didn’t write it , but I performed it flawlessly.
everyone broke into applause so naturally I thought I was another Robert Frost, but I decided to pursue other work later on down the line.
October 6, 2009 at 11:56 pm
A few years ago, I decided that Emily Dickinson’s “Because I Could Not Stop For Death” was my favorite poem because I could sing it to the theme of Gilligan’s Island.
http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/english/melani/cs6/stop.html