“The wounded surgeon plies the steel / that questions the distempered part. / Beneath the bleeding hands we feel / the sharp compassion of the healer’s art…” T.S. Eliot – Four Quartets
To see a world in a grain of sand. And a heaven in a wild flower. Hold infinity in your hand. And eternity in an hour
I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul
But my absolute favourite; Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore…amazing poem ???
Of all the souls that stand create – Emily Dickinson What does it mean? No idea Plus Dim drums throbbing in the hills half heard – G K Chesterton We learned poetry off by heart at school and these stuck ??
Terence, this is stupid stuff, you eat your victuals fast enough…(that’s all I remember — from a book of poetry called ‘A Shropshire Lad” by AE Houseman.
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. John Keats
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all. Emily Dickinson Also, “The world is so full of a number of things, I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.” Robert Louis Stevenson A childhood favorite???
THIS BE THE VERSE – Philip Larkin They fuck 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 fucked 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.
“Touch has a memory”
John Keats
“Tender is the night”
John Keats
Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern.
–Frank O’Hara
Wow! “The catastrophe of my personality” is so powerful. Must read more of O’Hara.
Tread softly for you tread on my dreams. Yeats
“The wounded surgeon plies the steel / that questions the distempered part. / Beneath the bleeding hands we feel / the sharp compassion of the healer’s art…”
T.S. Eliot – Four Quartets
To see a world in a grain of sand. And a heaven in a wild flower. Hold infinity in your hand. And eternity in an hour
I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul
But my absolute favourite;
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore…amazing poem ???
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
“Life is but an empty dream!”
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem
Psalm of life
Longfellow
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Of all the souls that stand create – Emily Dickinson
What does it mean? No idea
Plus
Dim drums throbbing in the hills half heard –
G K Chesterton
We learned poetry off by heart at school and these stuck ??
“Follow your inner moonlight, don’t hide the madness.”
― Allen Ginsberg, Howl and Other Poems
“Don’t hide the madness”… Ginsberg would be right home today with all the folks who have no intention of hiding their madness.?
Perhaps he meant a more creative madness and not a selfish form
Miles to go bfore I sleep… 🙂 _ Robert frost
Yes!
The woods are lovely, dark. And deep
But I have promises to keep
Terence, this is stupid stuff, you eat your victuals fast enough…(that’s all I remember — from a book of poetry called ‘A Shropshire Lad” by AE Houseman.
I’m not much of an expert on poetry, but I’m really getting into some WWI stuff.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44274/to-e-t
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases;
it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
John Keats
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all. Emily Dickinson Also, “The world is so full of a number of things, I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.” Robert Louis Stevenson A childhood favorite???
“And then my heart with pleasure fills,
and dances with the daffodils.”? by William Wordsworth
THIS BE THE VERSE – Philip Larkin
They fuck 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 fucked 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.
@Sarah .How true! As a parent and as a grandparent I found this hilarious. I just read it to my daughter and we both laughed. Thank you.
“There is no frigate like a book to take us lands away” Emily Dickinson
Only God can make a tree. Nothing gold can stay
@Maddie Oh dear! I wasn’t expecting that! Very sad really.
@Bernadette when I first read it, I didn’t expect it either. But it’s one of the only poems I’ve ever read that’s meant a lot to me.
“What cannot be said will be wept.”
Sappho