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Velouria · Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 1:10 am Post subject: Poetry

I was inspired to open this topic by a mention of a poetry presentation (sorry, my terrible memory means I can't remember whose post it was). I'm pretty sure there aren't any poetry threads, but if there are then please delete me...

So, do we have any poetry lovers? If so:

Who is your favourite poet?

What's your favourite poem - or if you can't narrow it down, which is your favourite collection?

Have you ever written your own poetry? (If there are a fair few people who have then maybe we could share some in the real life section... but that's pretty ambitious)

Feel free to attack the subject in general, I just thought I would throw in some starter questions to get the ball rolling!
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journalista · Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 1:40 am Post subject:

Great thread, Velouria.

I love poetry and definitely can't narrow it down to a favorite. But some of my most favorites include Shakespeare, Robert Frost, and e.e. cummings... Also Ezra Pound and Emily Dickenson... so many poets, so little time.

My favorite poem? Again, a tough one, but I do love:

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130)
by William Shakespeare

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

Imagine Alan reciting that... Swoon...

I have written some of my own as well...
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DeeARF13 · On Medication Joined: 09 Dec 2007 Posts: 445 Location: USA

Yes I like that one too he sounds so beautiful reading it...though I'm not sure... but is the author saying that his mistress isn't very pretty but he still loves her?( like the whole part about her breath and rose color not being in her cheeks) I'm not good with poems but that's how I interperted it...does anyone know? Sorry never could get poems very much. I love the way they sound but the underlying meaning always gets me... Question

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Velouria · Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 8:28 am Post subject:

Marie · Rickmaniac Joined: 18 Apr 2007 Posts: 922 Location: Sweden

Great topic!
I have only just recently started to appreciate poetry, my favourite poet is Edith Södergran, from Sweden. She writes the most beautiful poems, I´m sure a lot must be translated to english, so you should all definetley read it if you get a chance!
My favourite poem of hers is called Dagen svalnar, and it ends like this, (well, something like this, my translation is not great...):
"You searched for a flower and found a fruit.
You searched for a spring and found an ocean.
You searched for a woman and found a soul.
You are dissapointed."

I love that!

Another of my favourite poems is called "The way through the woods", written by Rudyard Kipling.

They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath
and the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
and the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.

Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late
Where the night air cools on the trout-ringed pools
Where the otter whistles his mate.
(They fear not men in the woods
Because they see so few)
You will hear the beat of a horses feet,
and the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
as though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods...
But there is no road through the woods.

It is kind of spooky and mysterious.

I have never written any poetry myself...
Oh, and I interpret the Shakespeare sonnet the same way you guys do,
His mistress is not all that hot, but he loves her anyway!

lpsmith · Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 1:00 pm Post subject:

I love poetry a lot, but never seem to read much of it. However I have recently started to write poems. When friend of mine from another board said she found winter depressing cos everything seemed dead I wrote this for her.

WINTER

The leaves have fallen from the trees
and earth lies quiet, still, at peace
the winter rains seep slowly down
to seeds that sleep beneath the ground

The earths a-glitter with frost all crisp
and mornings wreathed in rising mist
the spiders webs are hung with dew
and icicles hang a-gleam like jewels

Soon the snow will gently fall
a soft white blanket to cover all
with gentle flakes, white and deep
where underneath the earth can sleep

Berries in the hedges gleam
a winter feast for birds to glean
and Robin in the tree does sing
a song of Christmas joy to bring

The Dormouse curled within his nest
hardly seems to take a breath
and Hedgehog safe within his spines
gently waits for warmer climes

Yet soon the snow will thaw away
and earth will once again awake
the ground will be with flowers spread
and green leaves burst out overhead.

the end.

I hope it cheers the winter blues away!

Lorraine
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Marie · Rickmaniac Joined: 18 Apr 2007 Posts: 922 Location: Sweden

Lovely poem, Lorraine!
I really liked it!

njf61 · There Is No Hope For Me Joined: 02 Aug 2007 Posts: 1049

It's almost embarrassing to say, that as a female, I'm not into poetry! Maybe it's a stereo type that all women like poetry and sonnets,etc, but I really never have. Embarassed

Not too much into Shakespeare, either.
I suppose it's way too sophisticated! Very Happy

I remember sitting through lit classes in high school, listening to Julius Caesar (on tape!) and being bored out of my mind!! (I was WAY more interested in the cute guy in front of me!) both of my kids love it, and my daughter is into poetry, and writes it (of course it's very dark angsty stuff, it goes with her Emo hair and makeup!)

All that being said, I do love to listen to Alan's reading of Sonnet 130, it's very beautiful! (and I think that it shows that you don't have to be perfect to have your man love you, thank goodness)
Maybe, I just need to hear Alan read more poetry! Yeah, that's the ticket!
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-->A.R.<--Fan · Diagnosed Joined: 27 Oct 2007 Posts: 192 Location: Indiana

I was the one who spoke of a poetry presentation. But it was a very good idea for a thread, Velouria. I have since then finished the presentation and I will be presenting it tomorrow. Fingers crossed.

My two favorite poets would have to be William Butler Yeats and E.E. Cummings.
Here are my two favorite poems:

Brown Penny
by William Butler Yeats

I whispered, 'I am too young,'
And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
'Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.'
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.

O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

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 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)
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semperaevitas · Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 3:03 am Post subject:

I have a number of favourite poems and poets so I'll just post one tonight.

TONIGHT I CAN WRITE
Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

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Eustacia · Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 7:58 pm Post subject:

Who is your favourite poet?
English: Byron and Donne, American: Poe

What's your favourite poem?

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win. the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
(Lord Byron)

Have you ever written your own poetry?

Tried, failed, tried again, failed better...
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njf61 · There Is No Hope For Me Joined: 02 Aug 2007 Posts: 1049

Does anyone know anywhere that you can download Alan's Sonnet 130 to put on your ipod?
I tried getting it from Limewire, and it didn't work, and was a screwy file that messed something up and I spent an hour or so trying to get it off my computer yesterday!
sometimes when I find it, it's only part of it...
Nora
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lpsmith · Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 10:02 pm Post subject:

I'm sure its on this site somewhere!! http://www.britbitsandclips.com/

Lorraine
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Eustacia · Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 10:11 pm Post subject:

Yes, it is - go to the Audio section or right-click the direct link http://www.britbitsandclips.com/sounds/ARS130.zip and Save As. (you'll need WinZip or a similar program).
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njf61 · There Is No Hope For Me Joined: 02 Aug 2007 Posts: 1049

Thank you, Rickman girls! you always come through!
I've downloaded it, now I'll have to put it on the ipod.
I put the video version on my myspace page, along with the "In Demand" video.
If I don't stop, people are going to think I have a thing for Alan Rickman or something!! Very Happy

Nora
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