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poet's corner

Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 1:41 pm
by bensco
Robert Frost.

Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 1:30 pm
by Gideon
I like your excellent post because i am also a poet but not famous. I mean I am a normal poet but I am so much interested about any beautiful poem. My favorite poem is The Albatross - by Charles Baudelaire and my favorite poet is William Wordsworth.

Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 7:06 pm
by Grifterwithafunnylittleha
John Berryman, "Dream Song 311":

Hunger was constitutional with him,
women, cigarettes, liquor, need need need
until he went to pieces
The pieces sat up & wrote. They did not heed
their piecedom but kept very quietly on
among the chaos.

Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 5:48 pm
by half-n-half
bump

Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 9:00 am
by dEvRoNiKa
Haven't read this entire thread, but did y'all see that precious kid reading Billy Collins "Litany", as well as some other works (Across the Atlantic, and Tennyson's The Eagle)? OMG. I'm in love with this kid because he's in love with poetry. He recites it beautifully.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uVu4Me_n91Y

Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 8:41 am
by trousersnakeandlarry
Fantasy Sharts

I awoke in some strange stupor
After watching the director's cut of "Hooper"
It seems something was wrong with my pooper
No more sleepovers with Uncle Cooper

Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 6:10 am
by sturgeongeneral
there are tides
there are seasons
of which questions rest
on time and reason

there are beginnings
there are resolutions
and when the curtain falls
reckoning with conclusions

scattered words
fall from the pages
a search for wisdom
down through the ages

and in the end
there's just you and me
and we just disagree

Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 10:18 pm
by half-n-half
Reluctance by Robert Frost

Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last long aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question 'Whither?'

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?

Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 8:11 pm
by sand dusky
I am now giving Gabriela Mistral a try. Not easy as i don't speak spanish and i'm sure lot's is lost in translation.

Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 5:16 pm
by farewellangelina
I do love Neruda. Also, I prefer Gary Snyder's prose, and Bukowski's poetry. I used to love Lorca, but I haven't read any in so long. I've forgotten most of my Spanish anyway. I intend to read Elizabeth Bishop, something a little different for me.

Happy Spring!

Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 1:15 pm
by Coffee Creek
The Peace of Wild Things

When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free

-- Wendell Berry

Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 12:57 pm
by Texas Tom
Golden Slumbers
Kiss your eyes;
Smiles await you
When you rise.
Sleep little Pooh Bear,
Don't you cry,
And I will sing you a lullaby

Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 12:25 pm
by half-n-half
Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I
And hailed the earth with such a cry
As is not heard save from a man
Who has been dead, and lives again.
About the trees my arms I wound;
Like one gone mad I hugged the ground;
I raised my quivering arms on high;
I laughed and laughed into the sky,


from Renascence
Edna St. Vincent Millay


thank you,

half

Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 6:32 am
by dcarter
half-n-half wrote:
dcarter wrote:Also, that Peter pan dude lives inTampa.
this doesn't surprise me.
:lol: He is a weird dude (duh). It is jarring seeing a guy dressed like Peter Pan when you are out and about. I have a friend that made the mistake of talking to him at a show. This was before he met his Tinkerbell. He benignly bugged her for awhile.
He is somewhat Tampa's Beatle Bob except he doesn't really disrupt shows. he is just a character that is around.
http://pixyland.org/peterpan/
His website is either a hoot or disturbing, depending on your view. He has 'interesting' non-Peter Pan costumes on there. I believe that he is also a poet. So it's come full circle. :lol:

Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 4:29 pm
by half-n-half
dcarter wrote:Also, that Peter pan dude lives inTampa.
this doesn't surprise me.