Thirty-seventh Question
What is your favorite poem?
posted by Sublime @ 10:54 AM
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26 Comments:
At 11:30 AM,
Sublime said…
My favorite poem written by someone else is "From an Atlas of the Difficult World", by Adrienne Rich.
My favorite poem that I wrote can be read by clicking here .
At 12:10 PM,
Anonymous said…
I love many poems but there's one really special. It's actually a whole book, a story, but individual pages work as individual poems. I hope the author, Arno Kotro, forgives me for doing a rough translation of one page here:
"in some strange way
in every love you lose
the same love
in every attraction you find
the same attraction
but why only with the impossible you believe
love possible
that's just the way it is
the only love is the love lost
the only love is the impossible love"
Arno Kotro, "some call it love"
At 2:06 PM,
Unknown said…
There once was a man from Nantuket...
At 2:48 PM,
Blogzie said…
Anything and everything ever written by Anne Sexton.
At 2:59 PM,
arcane said…
Shel Silverstein - Bear In There
There's a Polar Bear
In our Frigidaire--
He likes it 'cause it's cold in there.
With his seat in the meat
And his face in the fish
And his big hairy paws
In the buttery dish,
He's nibbling the noodles,
He's munching the rice,
He's slurping the soda,
He's licking the ice.
And he lets out a roar
If you open the door.
And it gives me a scare
To know he's in there--
That Polary Bear
In our Fridgitydaire
This is my favorite because it was the first poem my daughters learned.
At 3:22 PM,
nancy =) said…
well, not sure if they're poems or quotes, but there's that nelson mandela/marianne williamson quote about not playing small...and then there's this one that i love by gerald g. jampolsky:
prescription for peace
- forgive our parents totally
- forgive everyone who has ever been here, who is here now, or who will ever be here, including ourselves, totally
- forgive god totally
- take a leap in faith and trust in love, trust in god
- choose to experience peace rather than conflict
- choose to experience love rather than fear
- choose to be a love finder rather than a fault finder
- choose to be a love giver rather than a love seeker
- teach only love
At 5:20 PM,
author said…
Robert Frost's,
The road less traveled.
At 5:27 PM,
4evergapeach said…
I'm not much into reading poetry although I enjoy writing my own. But if I have to pick a favorite it is one that my mom taught me as a little girl and it always reminds me of happy times with her -
The Purple Cow
I never saw a Purple Cow,
I never hope to see one,
But I can tell you, anyhow,
I'd rather see than be one!
by Gelett Burgess
At 6:31 PM,
SassyFemme said…
Not really sure if it's a poem or not, to be honest. We used this as a reading at our commitment ceremony. It's from The Riverhouse Stories by Andrea Carlisle:
"She loved loving her.
Out past the edges of the world's agreement......
beyond.....
The rules of her childhood....
beyond even her own mind,
she loved her, and loved loving her.
The loving brought forth in her
all of her courage, as well as her limitations,
all of her blind desire to be like the others,
to melt in, to be invisible.
It took her out of the roles
she thought she would grow up to fill.
It took her away from her automatic stream of pictures
of what life should be and forced her to create her own version
of what life could be.
And beyond all of that
was the woman she loved,
living a life made from nothing more than
her own imagination,
and she was beautiful."
At 6:42 PM,
Kris said…
It is a tossup between "The Lady of Shallot" or "Bendable Twistable Man"
At 8:36 PM,
Elizabeth Taylor said…
Toss up between "Living in Sin" by Adrienne Rich and "question and answer" by Charles Bukowski.
At 10:41 PM,
babyjewels said…
My Ex used to do slams and his original work was amazing. I used to have a bunch of his stuff, some written for me - I've lost them all. I'd like to be able to read them again. Especially from the ex perspective.
At 12:55 AM,
HappyKap said…
I always thought that Sylvia Plath had such a beautiful way of conveying her thoughts....her life was sad in her own personal jail, but I *love* the way she articulated.
At 11:28 AM,
Elizabeth said…
Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou.
At 11:28 AM,
AKH said…
When I find it, I'll let you know.
At 2:32 PM,
Kaycee said…
FANCY DIVE by shell silverstein.
The fanciest dive that ever was dove
Was done by Melissa of Coconut Grove.
She bounced on the board and flew into the air
With a twist of her head and twirl of her hair.
She did thirty-four jackknives, backflipped and spun,
Quadruple gainered, and reached for the sun,
And then somersaulted nine times and a quarter--
And looked down and saw that the pool had no water.
At 9:12 PM,
Valerie said…
I love ee cummings. Here's my favorite:
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
At 9:46 PM,
Christina said…
There's this poem by Rumi...I saw it in calligraphy and I only remember two lines (and I'm absolutely paraphrasing them here), something about building up pillars of love and then tearing them down again.
At 8:17 AM,
And the Past Recedes... said…
Annabelle Lee by Edgar Allen Poe
At 12:34 PM,
Unknown said…
gerard manley hopkins:
NO worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,
More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.
Comforter, where, where is your comforting?
Mary, mother of us, where is your relief?
My cries heave, herds-long; huddle in a main, a chief 5
Woe, world-sorrow; on an age-old anvil wince and sing—
Then lull, then leave off. Fury had shrieked ‘No ling-
ering! Let me be fell: force I must be brief’.
O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap 10
May who ne’er hung there. Nor does long our small
Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here! creep,
Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all
Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.
At 10:00 PM,
sdk said…
I don't know...it's not a poem, but I love the lyrics to Kelly Clarkson's Beautiful Disaster...
sdk
At 1:29 AM,
Anonymous said…
Any "Rummi" for my desire to be with nature. An d that shit is old man!
At 10:33 PM,
Asaph's Table said…
One that my father made up when he was a lad in high school:
Intestines are an awful bore!
They never do anyhting but store
Your food and your water
What your stomach oughtter
Throw up all over the floor!
At 10:59 PM,
Anonymous said…
I don't know all of the poem or if it is just a quote by Emily Dickinson:
"Pain...it cannot recollect a time when it began or if there was a time when it was not." "It has no future but itself."
At 12:12 PM,
Clandestine said…
little birdie in the sky
why'd you do that in my eye?
i'm no baby - i won't cry.
i'm just glad that cows don't fly.
At 10:15 PM,
Stacy said…
Language has not the power to speak
Of all that love indites.
The soul lies hidden, buried
Deep within the ink that writes.
-anon.
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