i dont think this thread exists yet???? anyways im really into gerard manley hopkins and i want to hear what other people's favorite poems are i really like carrion comfort (because depression) but the windhover is also a favorite Spoiler: the windhover I caught this morning morning's minion, king- dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing! Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier! No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion. words!!!!!! tell me ur fav ones :D
and if ur looking for some new poetry to love poet.tips is a fucking awesome website of the "you like this author? you'll probably like this one too" style so if i put alice fulton in there i get a whole list of different poets that the community there has voted on like "yeah i think this poet has a similar style" or "no what the fuck not alike at all" and scores em
oh!! i don't know a lot about poetry beyond "sometimes words pretty" but my uncle bought me a couple books of poetry for the holidays last year, and in particular the book "the princess saves herself in this one" by amanda lovelace really got to me. one of my favorites in this one is: Spoiler write the story. push your hands into the dirtiest parts of yourself take the rot & decay & turn it into nourishment & life. water it & sing to it &show it sunlight. grow a beautiful garden from your aching & teach yourself how to thrive from it. write your story. - the sign you've been waiting for.
I dont do poems well, they give me headaches and i lose focus about ten seconds in most of the time. Despite that im really fond of jabberwocky, and ozymandias hits me right in the feels. Oh, and the tell tale heart is thrilling, i love it.
mmmmm jabberwocky good n crunch also i love "push your hands into the dirtiest part of yourself" that is such a good good line aaa
I HAVE MANY FAVORITE POEMS HOLY FUCK. My favorite epic is probably Beowulf. OE half-meter is just. Sexy as fuck ok. We cannot argue that. I can't think of a particular favorite haiku right now but know that the form is one of my favorites as a whole. Jabberwocky's probably my favorite nonsense verse. Good shit that. There's some stuff by Chicana poets I really like that I can't remember the names of. But they're foul and depressing and so very, very Our Experience that they just. URGH. OK. Fuck fuck and then we've got rosc? I think my favorite of those is the one the Morrígan gives to like the bull about his coming fate. Or maybe the peace poem? There's lots of good rosc. There's lots of good Irish poetry in general, to be honest. And Amergin? LIFE. GOALS. yeats is my favorite poet i am also getting disgustingly into rumi and kinsella is great ok and just GRHGDF Yeats is my favorite though.
URGH. THE SONG OF AMERGIN. OK WE NEED TO SHARE IT. BECAUSE ACTUALLY IT MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE IRISH POEM EVER? Here is John Carey's translation: Spoiler: AMERGIN BABY I am a wind in the sea (for depth) I am a sea-wave upon the land (for heaviness) I am the sound of the sea (for fearsomeness) I am a stag of seven combats (for strength) I am a hawk upon a cliff (for agility) I am a tear-drop of the sun (for purity) I am fair (i.e. there is no plant fairer than I) I am a boar for valour (for harshness) I am a salmon in a pool (for swiftness) I am a lake in a plain (for size) I am the excellence of arts (for beauty) I am a spear that wages battle with plunder. I am a god who f0rms subjects for a ruler Who explains the stones of the mountains? Who invokes the ages of the moon? Where lies the setting of the sun? Who bears cattle from the house of Tethra? Who are the cattle of Tethra who laugh? What man, what god forms weapons? Indeed, then; I invoked a satirist... a satirist of wind. AMERGIN AS GAEILGE: Spoiler: no really i love him so much 1. Am gáeth i mmuir. ar domni. 2. Am tond trethan i tír. 1550] {MS folio 12b 40} 3. Am fúaim mara. 4. Am dam secht ndírend. 5. Am séig i n-aill. 6. Am dér gréne.g 7. Am caín. 1555] 8. Am torc ar gail. 9. Am hé i llind. 10. Am loch i mmaig 11. Am briandai. 12. Am bri danae. 1560] 13. Am gai i fodb. feras feochtu. 14. Am dé delbas do chind codnu. 15. Coiche nod gleith clochur slébe. {MS folio 12b 45} 16. Cia on cotagair aesa éscai 17. Cia dú i llaig funiud grene. 1565] 18. Cia beir búar o thig Temrach. 19. Cia buar Tethrach. tibi. 20. Cia dain. 21. Cia dé delbas faebru. a ndind ailsiu. 22. Cáinté im gaí cainte gaithe. Am. I AM THE GOD WHO PUTS FIRE IN THE HEAD
i like a lot of poems for a lot of different reasons but when i try to think of a 'favourite' this one always pops up: Spoiler: [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in], 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) ITS SO NICE TO READ OUT LOUD AND IT ALWAYS MAKES ME FEEL SUCH A WAY
ah FUCK okay I have favorites I just have to go find the sound of them again BUT COMMENTING HERE SO I'M REMINDED TO
ok another one from the same book as my last post because i love it and the formatting GETS ME Spoiler: cw; abuse
i have a hard time choosing favorites, but my favorite poet is definitely W.B. Yeats! i love his use of sound, of rhyme and slant rhyme, and his imagery conjures such strong emotions it just gets lodged in my brain. picking a favorite Yeats poem, though... hmm... it could be "He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven" or "The Mask" for some of that imagery-- "that mask of burning gold with emerald eyes" and "the blue and the dim and the dark cloths/ of night and light and the half-light" are phrases that have stuck in my head for years. it could be "The Second Coming" for using that strong sense of imagery (not to mention the slant rhymes) to create an unsettled feeing, and also for being, like, THE most quoted non-Shakespeare poem in the english literary canon. but i think it has to be "The Stolen Child," for all of the above. Spoiler: "The Stolen Child" full text Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we've hid our faery vats, Full of berrys And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles And anxious in its sleep. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Where the wandering water gushes From the hills above Glen-Car, In pools among the rushes That scarce could bathe a star, We seek for slumbering trout And whispering in their ears Give them unquiet dreams; Leaning softly out From ferns that drop their tears Over the young streams. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Away with us he's going, The solemn-eyed: He'll hear no more the lowing Of the calves on the warm hillside Or the kettle on the hob Sing peace into his breast, Or see the brown mice bob Round and round the oatmeal chest. For he comes, the human child, To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.
oh oh oh i need to go to lab rn but !remind me in 2 hours to fuckin post some of my favorite chinese poetry it's basic bitch level bc im not a native speaker but SO SO SO PRETTY....
Ok so, this is very cliched and all but. The Raven, by Peo. Is it all over the place? yes, but that´s never going to change the magic of reading it for the first time, in bed in the middle of the night, and being to caught up in it i read it over and over and learned it by heart.
So so so deeply fond of Edwin Morgan's poetry, and particularly The Apple's Song. Spoiler: The Apple's Song, Edwin Morgan, full text Tap me with your finger, rub me with your sleeve, hold me, sniff me, peel me curling round and round till I burst out white and cold from my tight red coat and tingle in your palm as if I’d melt and breathe a living pomander waiting for the minute of joy when you lift me to your mouth and crush me and in taste and fragrance I race through your head in my dizzy dissolve. I sit in the bowl in my cool corner and watch you as you pass smoothing your apron. Are you thirsty yet? My eyes are shining.
@rats reminder about the chinese poetry i'm curious because i've not read very much chinese poetry at all
it.....is late and i have an exam tmrw but ill definitely pull up my favs tomorrow afternoon :v its like, A Thing apparently for chinese kids to memorize a few poems which is super interesting culturally
