Which is your most favorite poem?
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.
Best line: “I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.”
Annabel Lee by Allan Poe
“When I’m an Old” by Jenny Joseph
Because it totally reminds me of my grandmother:
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat that doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me, And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired, And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells, And run my stick along the public railings, And make up for the sobriety of my youth. I shall go out in my slippers in the rain And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens, And learn to spit. You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat, And eat three pounds of sausages at a go, Or only bread and pickle for a week, And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats and things in boxes. But now we must have clothes that keep us dry, And pay our rent and not swear in the street, And set a good example for the children. We will have friends to dinner and read the papers. But maybe I ought to practise a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised, When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple!
Little Gidding by T.S. Eliot due to favorite quote. “We shall not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. “
Stopping by a Woods on a Snowy Evening
@Brenda love this one…
The Lady Of Shallot by Tenneyson! BOTH the 1832 and 1842 version…
Lady of shallot
1. The Guest House This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes As an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. — Jalaluddin Rumi, translation by Coleman Barks (The Essential Rumi)
2. The Place Where We Are Right by Yehuda Amichai
From the place where we are right Flowers will never grow In the spring.
The place where we are right Is hard and trampled Like a yard.
But doubts and loves Dig up the world Like a mole, a plow. And a whisper will be heard in the place Where the ruined House once stood.
If I can stop one heart from hurting. Short, but meaningful..
The Raven or Annabell Lee.
@Katharine I have to be in the mood for it.
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. Still love it.
The Road Not Taken
BY ROBERT FROST
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Dust if you must!
The Panther by Rainer Maria Rilke <3
I’m not sure I can choose: Still I Rise by Maya Angelou Affirmation by Assata Shakur The Raven and Bells by Poe The Tuft of Flowers by Frost
Miles to go before sleep
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