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Postby Sentire » Mon Mar 23, 2009 3:52 am

I hope this is the appropriate place to put this topic... I was wondering if anyone has a favorite poem or a poem that currently fits their mood that they would like to share? Also, feel free to recommend particular poets, etc.

Here is a favorite of mine... and it's been on the brain lately. It's actually posted on my refrigerator.

More Love or More Disdain

Give me more love or more disdain;
The torrid or the frozen zone
Bring equal ease unto my pain,
The temperate affords me none:
Either extreme of love or hate,
Is sweeter than a calm estate.

Give me a storm; if it be love,
Like Danae in the Golden Shower,
I swim in pleasure; if it prove,
Disdain, that torrent will devour
My vulture-hopes; and he's possess'd
Of Heaven, that's but from Hell released.

Then crown my joys or cure my pain:
Give me more love or more disdain.

-Thomas Carew (1595? - 1639?)

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Postby Psycho 101 » Mon Mar 23, 2009 9:10 am

I actually write poetry. Haven't written too much in recent 2-3 years but I did write in the past more. Here is a link to Poetry.com with a few I put up on there years and years ago. Actually, 3 of them made it into poetry book collections. One poem even got put on a cd too. One of those books on cd things. I got that one poem framed and sent to me from the company that put the poem into their big poetry book and on cd.

http://poetry.com/dotnet/P2481828/Sean/Tugwell/PoetProfile.aspx

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Postby Sentire » Tue Mar 24, 2009 3:44 am

Wow... that's impressive. I read them all and I think my favorite is "Heartfelt Cries"... but it was hard to narrow down. I used to write as well... poems, short stories, etc. My friends called me "Shakes" (this is a long time ago)... short for Shakespeare. Of course, that wasn't a compliment to old Bill, but it was flattering to me.

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Postby Psycho 101 » Tue Mar 24, 2009 9:39 am

That actually was one of the 3 that made it into one of those poetry collection books. Forget the title of it as this was like 6-8 years ago. The one that got put on tape though and I almost won some award for was Melody. Ya know I only posted on the site for a friend who wanted me to post some of my poems. Next thing I knew I was getting all these letters in the mail about using them in the books and stuff. Was very odd for me.

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Postby Sentire » Tue Mar 24, 2009 7:14 pm

It's funny how things work that way. I never had the guts to share my stuff with others besides close friends. It's cool that you did and were rewarded as well.

Okay, here is another poem that is one of my favs:

Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam

They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.

by Ernest Dowson

[The title translates, from the Latin, as
'The brief sum of life forbids us the hope of enduring long'
and is from a work by Horace]

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Re: Poetry Section

Postby Saki » Wed Mar 25, 2009 6:27 pm

I like some poetry too, so I decided to post one of my faves.

Everything

Just when I think I've lost my way
Something illuminates the dark
There you are leading the way
Love shining from your open heart

Many friends have crossed my path
And I thank God for them all
But I got an extra special blessing
When your friendship answered my call

Youʼve stayed by my side through it all
Even when others have turn and fled
I know that because you're standing here
I can face whatever is ahead

Your smile and laugh urge me on
And encourage me to be strong
Your loving support helps me stand
When the road is rough and long

Thereʼs so much I can thank God for
My friends, job, and my health
But when he chose to bless me with you
He gave me more than any kind of wealth

Mere words could never explain
What you have come to be
You are my life, my world, and my heart
You are everything to me
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Postby Psycho 101 » Wed Mar 25, 2009 9:35 pm

That's very pretty Saki. :oops: ;)

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Postby darksideoftheanime » Wed Mar 25, 2009 9:50 pm

This is a poem I like (maybe it has something to do with the love of cats here :D )

Curiosity

may have killed the cat; more likely
the cat was just unlucky, or else curious
to see what death was like, having no cause
to go on licking paws, or fathering
litter on litter of kittens, predictably.

Nevertheless, to be curious
is dangerous enough. To distrust
what is always said, what seems
to ask odd questions, interfere in dreams,
leave home, smell rats, have hunches
do not endear cats to those doggy circles
where well-smelt baskets, suitable wives, good lunches
are the order of things, and where prevails
much wagging of incurious heads and tails.

Face it. Curiosity
will not cause us to die--
only lack of it will.
Never to want to see
the other side of the hill
or that improbable country
where living is an idyll
(although a probable hell)
would kill us all.

Only the curious have, if they live, a tale
worth telling at all.

Dogs say cats love too much, are irresponsible,
are changeable, marry too many wives,
desert their children, chill all dinner tables
with tales of their nine lives.
Well, they are lucky. Let them be
nine-lived and contradictory,
curious enough to change, prepared to pay
the cat price, which is to die
and die again and again,
each time with no less pain.
A cat minority of one
is all that can be counted on
to tell the truth. And what cats have to tell
on each return from hell
is this: that dying is what the living do,
that dying is what the loving do,
and that dead dogs are those who do not know
that dying is what, to live, each has to do.

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Re: Poetry Section

Postby Zin5ki » Thu Mar 26, 2009 12:05 am

are changeable, marry too many wives,

Hmm. Is this Alastair Reid going to St. Ive's perchance?

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Re: Poetry Section

Postby Sentire » Thu Mar 26, 2009 1:34 am

Saki wrote:I like some poetry too, so I decided to post one of my faves.

Everything
Nice one Saki.... very sweet. Do you happen to know the name of the poet?

@darksideoftheanime: I liked that one. I'm not good at reading into things, but to me it's talking about taking chances. I could be wrong though... :mrgreen:

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Re: Poetry Section

Postby aya honda » Thu Mar 26, 2009 7:07 pm

This is a really nice thread. So I thought of posting one too.

I am a very big fan of W.B. Yeats (1865 - 1939) and this is my favourite poem of his. The last three lyrics have made history....

He Wishes For The Clothes Of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

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Postby Sentire » Fri Mar 27, 2009 4:28 am

Aya honda... you have good taste. I don't think I've read that one before. I like how it is simple, yet says so much. You've inspired me to post a poem by one of my all-time favorite author/poet. The dark and talented Edgar Allan Poe.

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow --
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand --
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep -- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

(-1850)

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Re: Poetry Section

Postby aya honda » Sat Mar 28, 2009 3:04 pm

^I am glad you liked it. I too was attracted by its simplicity and how simple we can express some of our dearest feelings, especially love. By the way, I am a great fan of Edgar Allan Poe as well. I read a lot of his works (I also studied him during uni). It's really nice to see a fan of his here. :D

I am also a big fan of most of the writings of Jorge Luis Borges (1899 - 1986) and especially this poem :

Instants

If I could live again my life,
In the next - I'll try,
- to make more mistakes,
I won't try to be so perfect,
I'll be more relaxed,
I'll be more full - than I am now,
In fact, I'll take fewer things seriously,
I'll be less hygenic,
I'll take more risks,
I'll take more trips,
I'll watch more sunsets,
I'll climb more mountains,
I'll swim more rivers,
I'll go to more places - I've never been,
I'll eat more ice creams and less (lime) beans,
I'll have more real problems - and less imaginary
ones,
I was one of those people who live
prudent and prolific lives -
each minute of his life,
Offcourse that I had moments of joy - but,
if I could go back I'll try to have only good moments,

If you don't know - thats what life is made of,
Don't lose the now!

I was one of those who never goes anywhere
without a thermometer,
without a hot-water bottle,
and without an umberella and without a parachute,

If I could live again - I will travel light,
If I could live again - I'll try to work bare feet
at the beginning of spring till
the end of autumn,
I'll ride more carts,
I'll watch more sunrises and play with more children,
If I have the life to live - but now I am 85,
- and I know that I am dying ...

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Postby Sentire » Tue Apr 07, 2009 2:57 am

That one really struck a chord. Don't sweat the small stuff and take a chance at living life to it's fullest - they way you want to live. I could learn a thing or two from that... it's a good reminder.

Okay. Here is one:

Es Stehen Unbeweglich

The stars, for many ages,
Have dwelt in heaven above;
They gaze at one another
Tormented by their love.

They speak the richest language,
The loveliest ever heard;
Yet none of all the linguists
Can understand a word.

I learned it, though, in lessons
That nothing can erase;
The only text I needed
Was my beloved's face.

-Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
Trans. Aaron Kramer

I like this one... especially about the stars in heaven, gazing at each other from afar... it's sweet. For some reason, often if something refers to stars or the heavens, I find it endearing.

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Re: Poetry Section

Postby aya honda » Mon Apr 13, 2009 11:29 am

Sentire wrote:That one really struck a chord. Don't sweat the small stuff and take a chance at living life to it's fullest - they way you want to live. I could learn a thing or two from that... it's a good reminder.

Yes, you are right but unfortunately we think so little about this. Whenever I read a poem like this, I think I should enjoy myself more and do more in my life but then I get wrapped in the ordinary life and completely forget the promises that I just made to myself.

Here's another poem. It's by John Donne (1572 - 1631) In spite of the fact that he wrote passionate poetry in the early days (which I enjoyed more studying), he also has a series of Holy Sonnets and this is the one which had a deep impact on me, probably due to the contrasting feelings that it tends to create:

HOLY SONNETS.

XIV.

Batter my heart, three-person'd God ; for you
As yet but knock ; breathe, shine, and seek to mend ;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp'd town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betroth'd unto your enemy ;
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

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Postby Sentire » Sun Apr 19, 2009 7:24 am

I think I see how you mean, when you say contrasting feelings. There seems to be some angst and doubt... like a plea for a viable explanation of 'why'. Does that make sense? It's late... I don't think I know what I'm talking about. I liked it.

Okay, my turn. :) This poem was written while the poet was committed to the County Asylum.

I Am

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost.

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
And e'en the dearest--that I loved the best--
Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man has never trod;
A place where woman never smiled or wept;
There to abide with my creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
The grass below--above the vaulted sky.

-John Clare (1793 - 1864)

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Re: Poetry Section

Postby aya honda » Sat May 16, 2009 3:33 pm

Sorry for letting you alone around this thread... :(

I liked the poem that you posted above. It was so interesting and somehow heart-breaking at the same time. I liked it a lot.

Here's another poem, this one by a woman. I think it was about time. :D I love the way she talks about marriage. Although most of the times, the realities of it are far from being so romantic, I like her vision. What can I say? I am an optimist!!!!

To my Dear and Loving Husband

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye woman, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the east doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor aught but love from thee, give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so perservere
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

Ann Bradstreet
(1612 - 1672)

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Postby darksideoftheanime » Sat May 30, 2009 1:07 am

I've grown to appreciate this John Donne poem even more after I used it in my English term paper.

THE RELIC

When my grave is broke up again
Some second guest to entertain,
—For graves have learn'd that woman-head,
To be to more than one a bed—
And he that digs it, spies
A bracelet of bright hair about the bone,
Will he not let us alone,
And think that there a loving couple lies,
Who thought that this device might be some way
To make their souls at the last busy day
Meet at this grave, and make a little stay?

If this fall in a time, or land,
Where mass-devotion doth command,
Then he that digs us up will bring
Us to the bishop or the king,
To make us relics; then
Thou shalt be a Mary Magdalen, and I
A something else thereby;
All women shall adore us, and some men.
And, since at such time miracles are sought,
I would have that age by this paper taught
What miracles we harmless lovers wrought.

First we loved well and faithfully,
Yet knew not what we loved, nor why;
Difference of sex we never knew,
No more than guardian angels do;
Coming and going we
Perchance might kiss, but not between those meals;
Our hands ne'er touch'd the seals,
Which nature, injured by late law, sets free.
These miracles we did; but now alas!
All measure, and all language, I should pass,
Should I tell what a miracle she was.
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Postby Sentire » Wed Jun 03, 2009 4:11 pm

Wow - "The Relic" was a pretty deep poem - I read it a couple times to really try and get the feel of it. Thanks for adding it darkside. Now that I look back, John Donne has had two poems posted here already - obviously a fan favorite!

"To My Dear and Loving Husband" - I like how it's not overly done - mushy beyond reality, you know what I mean? It makes it seem as though it's possible what she is saying... I hope people find it to be at least. Optimism is good!

Okay - I dedicate this poem to Aya Honda - Happy Birthday!

(Another woman by the way- girl power!)

"Crossroads"

The second half of my life will be black
to the white rind of the old and fading moon.
The second half of my life will be water
over the cracked floor of these desert years.
I will land on my feet this time,
knowing at least two languages and who
my friends are. I will dress for the
occasion, and my hair shall be
whatever color I please.
Everyone will go on celebrating the old
birthday, counting the years as usual,
but I will count myself new from this
inception, this imprint of my own desire.

The second half of my life will be swift,
past leaning fenceposts, a gravel shoulder,
asphalt tickets, the beckon of open road.
The second half of my life will be wide-eyed,
fingers shifting through fine sands,
arms loose at my sides, wandering feet.
There will be new dreams every night,
and the drapes will never be closed.
I will toss my string of keys into a deep
well and old letters into the grate.

The second half of my life will be ice
breaking up on the river, rain
soaking the fields, a hand
held out, a fire,
and smoke going
upward, always up.

- Joyce Sutphen
(1949 - present)

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Re: Poetry Section

Postby aya honda » Fri Jun 05, 2009 6:33 pm

Sentire wrote:Okay - I dedicate this poem to Aya Honda - Happy Birthday!

(Another woman by the way- girl power!)


I actually feel honoured!!! Thank you! :D (I think I keep tiring you with all these thank yous :oops: )

And to keep the theme of the girl power, here is a poem by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886). I haven't appreciated her too much during uni, but now I think she gives to her creations a certain charm that makes them unique. This poem has its own simplicity, to which however I relate a lot.

Hope is the Thing with Feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

By the way, Sentire, you were right. Donne seems to be a favourite here. :D Not that I mind!


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