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Thread: The Poetry Thread
May 3rd, 2014 12:23 PM #6
@oiseau - thanks for the Emily Brontë poem. It's lovely. The first grader poem is sweet too!
@handsallover - I'm going to have to brush up on my Russian poetry. The Lermontov poem makes me think of my boating vacations as a child.
@r_j - your sad poem reminded my of my late father. He used to get up early on Sindays and wake up the whole house. We would often hop in the car and go for country drives. I miss those drivesAll the best,
May 3rd, 2014 12:48 PM #8
What a great thread! I'll be watching this with interest. My own favourite poem is quite long, so I shall only write the third verse below:
"Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae" by Ernest Dowson
"I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind,
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion."
I cried when I first read this poem (and the second and third time...) Interesting fact: the title is a quotation from Horace's Odes, and Gone With The Wind was named after the second part of the first line of this verse.
May 3rd, 2014 12:56 PM #10Senior Member
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I have been reading, over the past year, The Collected Poems of Louise Gluck (apparently I can't type an umlaut in this box). She has long been a favourite poet of mine, along with Adrienne Rich, Marge Piercy, Richard Howard, and May Sarton, of the 20th century poets. This is one of my many favourites of hers, and is the introduction to my novel The Mortal Part:
The Triumph of Achilles
In the story of Patroclus
no one survives, not even Achilles
who was nearly a god.
Patroclus resembled him; they wore
the same armor.
Always in these friendships
one serves the other, one is less than the other:
is always apparent, though the legends
cannot be trusted –
their source is the survivor,
the one who has been abandoned.
What were the Greek ships on fire
compared to this loss?
In his tent, Achilles
grieved with his whole being
and the gods saw
he was a man already dead, a victim
of the part that loved,
the part that was mortal.
May 3rd, 2014 02:19 PM #12
I love this thread! I'll share with you one of my favorites from New England's own Robert Frost:
A Prayer in Spring
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.From our ancestors come our names, but from our virtues our honors. ~ Proverb
Caroline Grace, Luke Donovan
May 3rd, 2014 02:44 PM #14
My ultimate favourite is one that is far too long to post as it is extremely long: "The Lovesong of J.Alfred Prufrock" by T.S.Eliot.
I also love Glasgow, 5 March 1971 by Edwin Morgan:
With a ragged diamond
of shattered plate-glass
a young man and his girl
are falling backwards into a shop-window.
The young man's face
is bristling with fragments of glass
and the girl's leg has caught
on the broken window
and spurts arterial blood
over her wet-look white coat.
Their arms are starfished out
braced for impact,
their faces show surprise, shock,
and the beginning of pain.
The two youths who have pushed them
are about to complete the operation
reaching into the window
to loot what they can smartly.
Their faces show no expression.
It is a sharp clear night
in Sauchiehall Street.
In the background two drivers
keep their eyes on the road.
I guess I like sinister poems...Molly: mummy, wife, vintage lover, and teacher!
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