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kaile
since 2000-02-06
Posts 5146singapore 
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i wonder if this question has been asked before in pip but to satisfy my curiousity, may i ask: what is your ONE favourite poem of all time? (you may want to click on my profile and check out some of mine)...shamelessly grins..  |
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Swamp¤Faeryie Member
since 2000-12-04
Posts 393fairyland....of course;) |
ohhh geez,how could i ever pick?? hmmm this is so hard!! Well currently today i think my favorite poem would be...hey can i pick a really really long poem?? Tennyson's the Idllys of The King!! And yes!! it is a poem!! it has numbered lines,that to me signifies poetry!! much madness is divinest sense~Emily Dickinson |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
"the lesson of the moth" by Don Marquis---would type it here, but he has not been dead for a hundred years...and not sure of copyright infringement stuff. But would be happy to send..hmmm...perhaps I should start a Poemster Site????  signed, resigned, soon to be X-napster queen " Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go." T.S. Eliot |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
Kaile, I have two, but by the same poet... does that count?  They are both by: Ella Wheeler Wilcox Dawn Day's sweetest moments are at dawn; Refreshed by his long sleep, the Light Kisses the languid lips of Night, Ere she can rise an hasten on. All glowing from his dreamless rest He holds her closely to his breast, Warm lip to lip and limb to limb, Until she dies for love of him. Art and Heart Though critics my bow to art, and I am its own true lover, It is not art, but heart, which wins the wide world over. Though smooth be the heartless prayer, no ear in Heaven will mind it, And the finest phrase falls dead, if there is no feeling behind it. Though perfect the players touch, little if any he sways us, Unless we feel his heart throb through the music he plays us. Though the poet may spend his life skilfully rounding a measure, Unless he writes from a full warm heart, he gives us little pleasure. So it is not the speech which tells, but the impulse which goes with the saying, And it is not the words of the prayer, but the yearning back of the praying. It is not the artist's skill, which into our soul comes stealing, With a joy that is almost pain, but it is the players feeling. And it is not the poet's song, though sweeter than sweet bells chiming, Which thrills us through and through, but the heart which beats under the rhyming. And therefore I say again, though I am art's own true lover, That it is not art, but heart, which wins the wide world over. |
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Craig Member
since 1999-06-10
Posts 444 |
IF Yes, I admit your general rule. That every poet is a fool: But I myself may serve to show it. That every fool is not a poet. |
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Colin Senior Member
since 1999-06-05
Posts 596Callington, Cornwall, England |
Dulce Et decorum Est by Wilfred Owen. A classic satirical war poem, I studied this for O level English and it was the first poem that really "hit" me. It's available on the web and well worth a read (I think) Also, it's been a while since I used a  , so.... Colin. Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them. - Bill Vaughan |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
"somewhere i have never travelled" by e e cummings this is why I became a poet. . . --------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
Colin........tis sweet and meet to die for one's country. nice. Anyway I like a lot of poems. Too many to even name..... C'est la vie  I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust. I'm in love with my shadow I admire it daily |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Am I allowed to list two? oh please, oh please oh, please - cuz I really can't list just one. Rime Of The Ancient Mariner, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge and The Prisoner Of Chillon by Lord Byron both rank first in my book. Michael [This message has been edited by Michael (edited 02-25-2001).] |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
I have so many favourites, but one of them is... "The Road Not Taken" By Robert Frost |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Interestingly enough Colin, my favourite is 'Anthem for doomed youth' by Wilfred Owen. I studied that when I was 15 - and it just haunted me there after...most of his poems are powerful - but that one - gives me shivers. I do have to say in a 'conventional' sense at least that that is my favourite poem...  K...and I have found a lifetime can be lived in one moment... |
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Colin Senior Member
since 1999-06-05
Posts 596Callington, Cornwall, England |
Yep, that's another classic Severn  The alliteration really adds to Owen's wonderful imagery.And, for those of you who want to look (or just wonder what the heck we're on about ), I just remembered that 15 of his poems are featured in Classical Poems on netpoets.comsome Wilfred Owen poems Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them. - Bill Vaughan |
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kaile
since 2000-02-06
Posts 5146singapore |
sorry it took me so long to get back here... i find that i haven't answered my own question..my favourite poem is IF...i read that poem at 16 and i remember the young and impressionable me diligently counting qualities which i think i already possess and wondering how best can i acquire those that i don't... thanks Colin for the link..will be checking that out later and serenity, of course you are welcome to email a copy of the poem to me...my add is [email protected] |
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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
Posts 3129ON |
fav poem... The Night Has a Thousand Eyes... by Francis William Bourdillon...1852-1921 The Night Has A Thousand Eyes The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of a bright world dies When day is done. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done. |
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LoveBug
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Member Elite
since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
Hard choice, but I have to go with two, Edgar Allan Poe's "Alone": From childhood's hour I have not been As others were-- I have not seen As others saw-- I could not bring My passions from a common spring From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone And all I lov'd, I loved alone Then--in my childhood-- in the dawn Of a most stormy live-- was drawn From ev'ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still; From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cilff of the mountain From the sun that 'round me roll'd In its autumn tint of gold-- From the lightning in the sky As it pass'd me flying by-- From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view and (a much shorter one) "First Fig" by Edna St. Vincent Millay My candle burns at both ends It will not last the night But oh, my foes and oh, my friends It gives a lovely light!  "Men judge generally more by the eye than by the hand, for everyone can see and few can feel."-Machiavelli |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Lovebug - "Alone" is the poem that first inspired me to writing. An excellent choice. Will always be one of my favorites. Michael |
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