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A Favorite Poem

Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 7:56 am
by DWill
We have "Poem of the Moment" for those who have latched onto a poem that fits their current mood. This thread is for sharing a poem that you might go to repeatedly at any time, and is therefore a favorite. I don't suppose any of us have one favorite poem, but probably a number of them. Just copy or paste in your poem, then talk to us about it. Why do you find it special?; any occasion or event in your life that gives it such a status? Sound okay?

DWill

Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 1:32 pm
by Penelope
Sounds like what poetry should be about DWill.

I will do this on a regular basis. Probably 'ad nauseum' but I hope not.

Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 5:11 pm
by Saffron
The poem I turn most often to, at least for the past 5 or so years, is Wild Geese by Mary Oliver. It hangs in my cubical at work.

Wild Geese
by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting

Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 9:01 am
by Penelope
Saffron - thank you. It is truley a sublime poem and I had never heard it. I will treasure it and keep it.

My favourite line is the first:-

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.

Because, I used to be like this. I'm not now....so I wish I had come across your poem some years ago.

Now, I believe I am only here for the entertainment!!!!!

Which I suppose is why I am so very fond of 'humorous' verse.....but that doesn't mean I can't be serious sometimes. Thank you again.

Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 10:49 pm
by DWill
Yes, Saffron , let me add my thanks for posting that poem and doing with it just the kind of thing I was hoping for. We're going to see a lot of great and diverse stuff, I'm sure, and lots of ways that people have of responding. For me, I'm happy enough just to see the words "deep trees," because I never would have thought of them that way and yet how perfect.

DWill

Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 8:09 pm
by DWill
This is not such a hard task because the poem has to be only a favorite. I'll choose Robt. Frost, one of his that's always had a strong pull on me. It's in blank verse , which I tend to like a little better than his rhymed verse.

FOR ONCE, THEN, SOMETHING

Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
Me myself in the summer heaven godlike
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
ONCE, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths--and then I lost it.
Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.

I've realized that I have some difficulty explaining why this poem speaks to me. I've always been after something; I don't, like the speaker in the poem, know exactly what it is I'm looking for, and a fair amount of the time I don't even have the proper angle for looking. But every now and then a penetration occurs and I might think that I am seeing something deeper, but only fleetingly. This may happen in some not-quite-conscious state, rarely in normal consciousness. Like the speaker, I'm probably more appreciative of the opportunity given me to cut through the film than the specific identity of whatever I've seen. I like this quasi-mysticism from the plain-speaking New Englander. There is some similarity here to his great poem, "Birches."

The line I'd chose as the "center " of the poem for me: "What was that whiteness?"

DWill[/i]

Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 8:15 pm
by Saffron
Will,
I'd say the Frost poem captures very well, what I know of you and like.

Saffron
ps That was a fun little bit of thread jumping!

God's Grandeur

Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 9:43 pm
by DWill
Now, our hosts wouldn't necessarily approve of this sonnet by the Jesuit priest Gerard Manly Hopkins. But I don't offer it to advance religion, needless to say. It is a great example of verbal fireworks, and, yes, of passionate devotion. (Check out also "The Windhover" and "Spring and Fall," among others.)

GOD'S GRANDEUR

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; 5
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; 10
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs

Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 8:19 pm
by Indigo
Here's just one, that has been a favorite for a very long time, and captures what I most love about poetry (the pure, sweet, simple celebration of everyday life).

This Is Just to Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

William Carlos Williams

Sorry for the long absence, folks--I had a killers final week at school and then spent most of my summer in London, so I am just recently returned to a life with spare time.

Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 6:38 am
by DWill
Welcome back, Indigo. Condolences, of course, about the killer finals, but not about the trip to London, sorry!
DWill