Solomon's poetry thread

[pattricia]

I do like that poem Berlin. First time Ive heard it.

[Berlin]

Here's the full text.............I love it.

 

http://www.cs.amherst.edu/~ccm/prufrock.html

[pattricia]

Here's the full text.............I love it.

 

http://www.cs.amherst.edu/~ccm/prufrock.html

 

Thanks Berlin for the link.

[greenrat]

afternoon all

 

this thread is about the poems that speak to you somehow....

 

so...post a poem!

 

and then why you like it

 

have fun

 

 

I like the following poem as it makes me laugh ...

 

"Ernie the pidgeon"

 

Ernie was a pidgeon

 

A pidgeon, a pidgeon

 

Ernie was a pidgeon

 

A pidgeon that flew

 

He flew through the day

 

And he flew through the night

 

And when he came back

 

He was covered in sh ...

 

... Ernie was a pidgeon (repeat rest of poem)

[linnet52]

Do not stand by 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 sun on ripened grain

I am the gentle autumn rain

when you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circled 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.

 

A poem by Mary Frye, it gave me comfort when my first born son died..aged 3 weeks,

[Jabberwocky]

I like this one:

 

The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.

 

Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out

When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

Troubles my sight; somewhere in sands of the desert

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it

Reel shadows of indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again; but now I know

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

 

 

I read it on SF a few years ago when t was posted by a reg who I`m rather fond of. I dont know why I like it as far as "Art" goes and basically its the only poem I know that doesnt have words that rhyme with "Willy" in it.

 

Its a nice bit of work though and I love the way the writer plays with the word and rythm of the piece.

 

Thats the only way I can really explain myself here because I have all the artistic knowledge and soul of a chestnut.

I just like the piece.

[Waltheof]

I like this one:

 

The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.

 

Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out

When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

Troubles my sight; somewhere in sands of the desert

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it

Reel shadows of indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again; but now I know

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

 

 

I read it on SF a few years ago when t was posted by a reg who I`m rather fond of. I dont know why I like it as far as "Art" goes and basically its the only poem I know that doesnt have words that rhyme with "Willy" in it.

 

Its a nice bit of work though and I love the way the writer plays with the word and rythm of the piece.

 

Thats the only way I can really explain myself here because I have all the artistic knowledge and soul of a chestnut.

I just like the piece.

 

It's by W. B. Yeats, it's called The Second Coming (written in 1920) and it has a resonance because of the moves towards Irish independence at the time, and the terrible aftermath of the Great War. Only two years later T. S. Eliot published The Waste Land which also signified the breakdown and alienation of the 20th century.

[Jabberwocky]

It's by W. B. Yeats, it's called The Second Coming (written in 1920) and it has a resonance because of the moves towards Irish independence at the time, and the terrible aftermath of the Great War. Only two years later T. S. Eliot published The Waste Land which also signified the breakdown and alienation of the 20th century.

 

Thanks for that!

 

Excellent stuff!

[Waltheof]

I have so many favourite poems, I can't list them all. Two most favourite are Thomas Gray's 18th-century poem Elegy in a country Churchyard, and the 19th-century version by Edward Fitzgerald of the Rubai'yat of Omar Khayyam. Look them up and you'll see why!

 

Much longer is Robert Browning's poem The Ring and the Book which takes up two volumes in the original printing but is a marvellous piece of work, examining the same event through the eyes of different witnesses and participants in it.

[Waltheof]

Thanks for that!

 

Excellent stuff!

 

Look him up, he was quite a character!

 

And by the way, best wishes about your little...ahem...loss