What Poetry Moved You?

[Elai]

The Song of the Wreck

Charles Dickens (1812-1870)

 

The wind blew high, the waters raved,

A ship drove on the land,

A hundred human creatures saved

Kneel'd down upon the sand.

Three-score were drown'd, three-score were thrown

Upon the black rocks wild,

And thus among them, left alone,

They found one helpless child.

 

A seaman rough, to shipwreck bred,

Stood out from all the rest,

And gently laid the lonely head

Upon his honest breast.

And travelling o'er the desert wide

It was a solemn joy,

To see them, ever side by side,

The sailor and the boy.

 

In famine, sickness, hunger, thirst,

The two were still but one,

Until the strong man droop'd the first

And felt his labours done.

Then to a trusty friend he spake,

"Across the desert wide,

O take this poor boy for my sake!"

And kiss'd the child and died.

 

Toiling along in weary plight

Through heavy jungle, mire,

These two came later every night

To warm them at the fire.

Until the captain said one day,

"O seaman good and kind,

To save thyself now come away,

And leave the boy behind!"

 

The child was slumbering near the blaze:

"O captain, let him rest

Until it sinks, when God's own ways

Shall teach us what is best!"

They watch'd the whiten'd ashy heap,

They touch'd the child in vain;

They did not leave him there asleep,

He never woke again.

[p3nguin]

love sonnet XVII by Pablo Naruda...pang lovelife!

[coconiks]

woooh, i really thought i lost this thread... whew...

 

anyways , thanks guy's ...it really was great picking up that dusty pen of mine, he he he. and the pablo neruda fans...he knows his stuff...

 

hmmmm... kinda missed this thread... heres something from

 

Christopher Marlowe

Who Ever Loved, That Loved Not at First Sight?

 

It lies not in our power to love or hate,

For will in us is overruled by fate.

When two are stripped, long ere the course begin,

We wish that one should love, the other win;

And one especially do we affect

Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:

The reason no man knows, let it suffice,

What we behold is censured by our eyes.

Where both deliberate, the love is slight:

Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?

[coconiks]

Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)

348

 

I dreaded that first Robin, so,

But He is mastered, now,

I'm some accustomed to Him grown,

He hurts a little, though—

 

I thought if I could only live

Till that first Shout got by—

Not all Pianos in the Woods

Had power to mangle me—

 

I dared not meet the Daffodils—

For fear their Yellow Gown

Would pierce me with a fashion

So foreign to my own—

 

I wished the Grass would hurry—

So—when 'twas time to see—

He'd be too tall, the tallest one

Could stretch—to look at me—

 

I could not bear the Bees should come,

I wished they'd stay away

In those dim countries where they go,

What word had they, for me?

 

They're here, though; not a creature failed—

No Blossom stayed away

In gentle deference to me—

The Queen of Calvary—

 

Each one salutes me, as he goes,

And I, my childish Plumes,

Lift, in bereaved acknowledgement

Of their unthinking Drums—

 

 

medj ok to :cool:

[sally bogna mathay]

From Lynette (1978)

 

as the sun slowly rises

and embraces the sky

a shining sheet of water thunders

and casts an enveloping clasp

round the reef of the rocky islet

 

with passing of the hours

the sky clears

and the sea turns radiantly blue

as it mirrors

the bright image above it

 

so full with life

the sea turns also offers

a serene, blissful atmosphere

to the individual who wishes

and finds himself confused and morossed

 

its many hands rise

and fall in harmony

with the loud music

of the whirling of its foam

away to an unknown destiny

[Zerreit]

'I met a lady in the meads

Full beautiful, a faery's child;

Her hair was long, her foot was light

and her eyes were wild,'

-Keats, 'La Belle Dame Sans Merci.'

[Elai]

Politics

by William Butler Yeats

 

'In our time the destiny of man presents its meanings in political terms.' -Thomas Mann

 

How can I, that girl standing there,

My attention fix

On Roman or on Russian

Or on Spanish politics?

Yet here's a travelled man that knows

What he talks about,

And there's a politician

That has both read and thought,

And maybe what they say is true

Of war and war's alarms,

But O that I were young again

And held her in my arms.

[rainercdo]

It can never be denied. The late Chilean poet Pablo Neruda was the best poet about love of the 20th century. He may have been a diehard Socialist or Communist, but man, he writes so passionately about love and anything that involves feelings, beauty and life.

 

One of my fave poems by him is Tonight I can write the saddest lines from Twenty Love Poems and a

Song of Despair.

[ziggyzag]

i love khalil gibran's writings..

 

i have a few of his works before.. i lost it nga lang..

 

hoping to read a few of his works in this thread..

 

neruda is cool too..

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to my love:

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for sheryll wherever you are.

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para sa maarte na mpas at gros:

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para sa kina fm dave at fm jess!

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The Rose Family by Robert Lee Frost

 

The rose is a rose,

And was always a rose.

But now the theory goes

That the apple's a rose,

And the pear is, and so's

The plum, I suppose.

The dear only knows

What will next prove a rose.

You, of course, are a rose--

But were always a rose.

[sally bogna mathay]

lifted from carlos fuentes' diana - the goddess who hunts alone

 

yesterday's gone. tomorrow hasn't arrived

today's going by without stopping an instant;

i am a was, a will be, and an is grown tired...