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Which is your most favorite poem?

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Lisa

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.

Best line:
“I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.”

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Martha

Annabel Lee by Allan Poe

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Ryan

“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!

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Sarah

Desiderata

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Geneva

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. “

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Brenda

Stopping by a Woods on a Snowy Evening

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Rae

@Brenda love this one…

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Deborah

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Rae

The Lady Of Shallot by Tenneyson! BOTH the 1832 and 1842 version…

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Carrie

Lady of shallot

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Dylan

Two:

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.

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Darlene

If I can stop one heart from hurting. Short, but meaningful..

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Janie

The Raven or Annabell Lee.

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Betty

Invictus

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Katharine

Hate poetry

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Dodi

@Katharine I have to be in the mood for it.

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Diane

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.

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Marina

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Felicia

Dust if you must!

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Linda

The Panther by Rainer Maria Rilke <3

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Jennifer

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

Hmmmm…..

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Anjitha

Miles to go before sleep

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