Discussion What is your favourite poem?

[loyalskateboard]

My favourite is by Emily Dickinson:

One Sister have I in our house -
And one a hedge away.
There's only one recorded,
But both belong to me.

One came the way that I came -
And wore my past year's gown -
The other as a bird her nest,
Builded our hearts among.

She did not sing as we did -
It was a different tune -
Herself to her a Music
As Bumble-bee of June.

Today is far from Childhood -
But up and down the hills
I held her hand the tighter -
Which shortened all the miles -

And still her hum
The years among,
Deceives the Butterfly;
Still in her Eye
The Violets lie
Mouldered this many May.

I spilt the dew -
But took the morn, -
I chose this single star
From out the wide night's numbers -
Sue - forevermore!

 

[Ashu]

"A Silvia", by Giacomo Leopardi.

 

[loyalskateboard]

"A Silvia", by Giacomo Leopardi.

I googled and had a read and it was beautiful. Thank you for sharing

 

[Ashu]

I googled and had a read and it was beautiful. Thank you for sharing

It touches me that you looked it up. It and other poems of Leopardi speak clearly to suicidal people, more than any other poet I know. He longed for death throughout his short life.

 

[psp3000]

I cannot remember who actually wrote the poem but Spleen by Ruth White

 

[outatime_85]

There are others, but this stands out the most for me.

A Poison Tree By William Blake

 

[outatime_85]

Here's another for the poetry aficionados: A Dream Within a Dream By Edgar Allan Poe

 

[chloramine]

Also Emily Dickinson- Hope is the Thing With Feathers. I used it in an assignment in grade 6 and got attached. I still have it memorized too.

"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.