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Question: POLL/SURVEY: What's your favorite poem!? :)!?
Here's mine :)
It's called "If -" by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!Www@QuestionHome@Com
Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
This is so difficult to decide! From the top of my head I got these, too!. They are short!.
"All is for you: the daily prayer,
The sleepless heat at night,
And of my verses, the white
Flock, and of my eyes, the blue fire!.
No-one was more cherished, no-one tortured
Me more, not
Even the one who betrayed me to torture,
Not even the one who caressed me and forgot!. "
~ Don't Know If You're Alive Or Dead!.
"Do not cry for me, Mother, seeing me in the grave!.
I
This greatest hour was hallowed and thundered
By angel's choirs; fire melted sky!.
He asked his Father:"Why am I abandoned!.!.!.!?"
And told his Mother: "Mother, do not cry!.!.!."
II
Magdalena struggled, cried and moaned!.
Peter sank into the stone trance!.!.!.
Only there, where Mother stood alone,
None has dared cast a single glance!."
~Crucifix!.
Both were written by Anna Akhmatova!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Awesome!
Mine is The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost!.
http://www!.ketzle!.com/frost/roadnot!.htmWww@QuestionHome@Com
Wind and Window Flower by Robert Frost
LOVERS, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze!.
When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the cagèd yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,
He marked her through the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by,
To come again at dark!.
He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know!.
But he sighed upon the sill,
He gave the sash a shake,
As witness all within
Who lay that night awake!.
Perchance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove-window light!.
But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
THE BROOK
by: Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
COME from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally,
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley!.
By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorps, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges!.
Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever!.
I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles!.
With many a curve my banks I fret
by many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow!.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever!.
I wind about, and in and out,
with here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,
And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silver water-break
Above the golden gravel,
And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever!.
I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers!.
I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows!.
I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;
And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
There are many poems that I like, it's difficult to choose only one!!
Here's the first that came to mind, when I saw your question:
My Delight and Thy Delight
Robert Bridges
MY delight and thy delight
Walking, like two angels white,
In the gardens of the night:
My desire and thy desire
Twining to a tongue of fire,
Leaping live, and laughing higher:
Thro' the everlasting strife
In the mystery of life!.
Love, from whom the world begun,
Hath the secret of the sun!.
Love can tell, and love alone,
Whence the million stars were strewn,
Why each atom knows its own,
How, in spite of woe and death,
Gay is life, and sweet is breath:
This he taught us, this we knew,
Happy in his science true,
Hand in hand as we stood
'Neath the shadows of the wood,
Heart to heart as we lay
In the dawning of the day!.Www@QuestionHome@Com