Whats Your Fav Poems/Poets?
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What a brilliant ending - the way Donne laughs at himself. He had well-deserved fame!
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Firestar:
hey_kittay - Perhaps only the fool who fears his love is fruitless knows love in its full glory (to quote yet another McCartney tune).
I agree. To feel your love for someone is not returned is tragic. But obviously inspires great songs/poems. I like the way Donne laughs at himself too. He was a great poet.
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I had to laugh outloud at this poem by Donne: "Witchcraft By A Picture" http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/donne/witchcraft.php I have a self-portrait of someone in my home, I cannot through it away or do it harm. And it reminded me of this poem. *to note Donne equated dying and death with LOVE, not in a bad way, but "love is a kind of death" to him.
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Ghost House Robert Frost
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hey_kittay - Actually 'to die' was a euphemism for orgasm during Donne's time.
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Firestar:
hey_kittay - Actually 'to die' was a euphemism for orgasm during Donne's time.
thanks for the information Firestar. Makes reading him even better.
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I'm really enjoying reading all of these poems by the poets that everyone likes. Here's one I really liked. Reminded me of a painting that I love. [size=16]Secret Garden (Shakespearean Sonnet) Fresh morning dew, still dripping from the rose, the blue birds sing their wishful, songs of hopes. My garden has still breath - it alone knows, the secrets that are bound with grassy ropes. Pure love is endless ? the bird?s sing of truth, sweet blossoms bow so humbly, to their voice. They rest in old age and then dance in youth, blameless and pure of heart - they all rejoice. They're out of sight - hidden - like precious gems, the rainbows do yield, while all time transcends. The roses stand tall on their thorny stems, as giving thanks, to their fair feathered friends. My secret garden cast your spell in mist. Mark down your truths on an unending list ops: Thought it was by Shakespeare, but is by Fifth Dove Waterhouse - Psyche entering Cupid's Garden
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Snowflakes Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. Even as our cloudy fancies take Suddenly shape in some divine expression, Even as the troubled heart doth make In the white countenance confession, The troubled sky reveals The grief it feels. This is the poem of the air, Slowly in silent syllables recorded; This is the secret of despair, Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded, Now whispered and revealed To wood and field. ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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I keep finding poems I like "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed---and gazed---but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. William Wordsworth
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There are so many great poems... Love this one too!! Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnets from the Portuguese XLI I thank all who have loved me in their hearts, With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all Who paused a little near the prison-wall To hear my music in its louder parts Ere they went onward, each one to the mart's Or temple's occupation, beyond call. But thou, who, in my voice's sink and fall When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's Own instrument didst drop down at thy foot To harken what I said between my tears, . . . Instruct me how to thank thee! Oh, to shoot My soul's full meaning into future years, That they should lend it utterance, and salute Love that endures, from life that disappears!
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With Valentine's Day coming... I found what I think so far (I have lots of reading poems to go), is the most beautiful poem ever written... I had to check to make sure it wasn't a woman who wrote this... WOW I CARRY YOUR HEART WITH ME by E. E. Cummings i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) This is so beautiful it made me cry...
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did you ever read Octavio Paz? his poems are really good
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littlefan77:
did you ever read Octavio Paz? his poems are really good
No... I haven't read anyone but the ones listed on here... Thanks for that... I will check him out Thanks!
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love2travel: you´re welcome i hope do you like
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love2travel:
With Valentine's Day coming... I found what I think so far (I have lots of reading poems to go), is the most beautiful poem ever written... I had to check to make sure it wasn't a woman who wrote this... WOW I CARRY YOUR HEART WITH ME by E. E. Cummings i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) This is so beautiful it made me cry...
L2T thanks for finding this lovely poem! It made me cry too. Such a powerful feeling to read those words, my heart felt like it would burst with emotion. I wonder who he wrote it for? Someone special and now we can enjoy it too.
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hey_kittay:
love2travel:
With Valentine's Day coming... I found what I think so far (I have lots of reading poems to go), is the most beautiful poem ever written... I had to check to make sure it wasn't a woman who wrote this... WOW I CARRY YOUR HEART WITH ME by E. E. Cummings i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) This is so beautiful it made me cry...
L2T thanks for finding this lovely poem! It made me cry too. Such a powerful feeling to read those words, my heart felt like it would burst with emotion. I wonder who he wrote it for? Someone special and now we can enjoy it too.
Isn't it so beautiful!!! She sure must have been very special!! I know I knew someone like this in a past life... not EE Cummings tho LOL unless he's from Paris!!! Still... I am going to read more of his poems when I get a chance... Do you know of any poet that you like with this emotion? I am curious... I am new to poets and I'm really enjoying finding them...
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love2travel:
hey_kittay:
love2travel:
With Valentine's Day coming... I found what I think so far (I have lots of reading poems to go), is the most beautiful poem ever written... I had to check to make sure it wasn't a woman who wrote this... WOW I CARRY YOUR HEART WITH ME by E. E. Cummings i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) This is so beautiful it made me cry...
L2T thanks for finding this lovely poem! It made me cry too. Such a powerful feeling to read those words, my heart felt like it would burst with emotion. I wonder who he wrote it for? Someone special and now we can enjoy it too.
Isn't it so beautiful!!! She sure must have been very special!! I know I knew someone like this in a past life... not EE Cummings tho LOL unless he's from Paris!!! Still... I am going to read more of his poems when I get a chance... Do you know of any poet that you like with this emotion? I am curious... I am new to poets and I'm really enjoying finding them...
I got very interested in e.e. cummings after reading this poem and read his biography online. Very interesting man. I am looking for more poets as I write.
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Here's another beautiful one by him... I really like the metaphors... somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond by E. E. Cummings somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look will easily unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the color of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands and another great one... who knows if the moon's... (VII) by E. E. Cummings who knows if the moon's a balloon,coming out of a keen city in the sky--filled with pretty people? (and if you and i should get into it,if they should take me and take you into their balloon, why then we'd go up higher with all the pretty people than houses and steeples and clouds: go sailing away and away sailing into a keen city which nobody's ever visited,where always it's Spring)and everyone's in love and flowers pick themselves
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love2travel that poems are WONDERFUL they´re so beautiful. please post more
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These are so beautiful Samain Night Loreena Mckennitt When the moon on a cloud cast night Hung above the tree tops' height You sang me of some distant past That made my heart beat strong and fast Now I know I'm home at last You offered me an eagle's wing That to the sun I might soar and sing And if I heard the owl's cry Into the forest I would fly And in its darkness find you by. And so our love's not a simple thing Nor our truths unwavering But like the moon's pull on the tide Our fingers touch, our hearts collide I'll be a moonsbreath by your side. When the moon on a cloud cast night Hung above the tree tops' height You sang me of some distant past That made my heart beat strong and fast Now I know I'm home at last You offered me an eagle's wing That to the sun I might soar and sing And if I heard the owl's cry Into the forest I would fly And in its darkness find you by. And so our love's not a simple thing Nor our truths unwavering But like the moon's pull on the tide Our fingers touch, our hearts collide I'll be a moonsbreath by your side. ♪♫?*¨*?.¸¸ ¸¸.?*¨*?♫♪ The Mystic's Dream Loreena McKennitt A clouded dream on an earthly night Hangs upon the crescent moon A voiceless song in an ageless light Sings at the coming dawn Birds in flight are calling there Where the heart moves the stones It's there that my heart is calling All for the love of you A painting hangs on an ivy Nestled in the emerald moss The eyes declare a truce of trust And then it draws me far away Where deep in the desert twilight Sand melts in pools of the sky When darkness lays her crimson cloak Your lamps will call me home And so it's there my homage's due Clutched by the still of the night And now I feel you move Every breath is full So it's there my homage's due Clutched by the still of the night Even the distance feels so near All for the love of you. A clouded dream on an earthly night Hangs upon the crescent moon A voiceless song in an ageless light Sings at the coming dawn Birds in flight are calling there Where the heart moves the stones It's there that my heart is calling All for the love of you A painting hangs on an ivy Nestled in the emerald moss The eyes declare a truce of trust And then it draws me far away Where deep in the desert twilight Sand melts in pools of the sky When darkness lays her crimson cloak Your lamps will call me home And so it's there my homage's due Clutched by the still of the night And now I feel you move Every breath is full So it's there my homage's due Clutched by the still of the night Even the distance feels so near All for the love of you.