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OT: What are you favorite poems? |
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Post# 237915   9/22/2007 at 22:23 (6,057 days old) by washabear (Maryland)   |   | |
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Just wondering what you would name as your favorite poems. Two of mine are "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird" by Wallace Stevens and "Daddy" by Sylvia Plath. What are yours? Thanks. |
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Post# 237919 , Reply# 1   9/22/2007 at 22:46 (6,057 days old) by frigilux (The Minnesota Prairie)   |   | |
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Post# 237960 , Reply# 3   9/23/2007 at 07:18 (6,057 days old) by 63getelevision ()   |   | |
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e.e. cummings CLICK HERE TO GO TO 63getelevision's LINK |
Post# 237992 , Reply# 5   9/23/2007 at 09:39 (6,057 days old) by 63getelevision ()   |   | |
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Jason, Jason, Jason!! The Mad Magazine parody of "Jabberwocky"! I have that in a "Best of" compilation! |
Post# 237996 , Reply# 6   9/23/2007 at 09:48 (6,057 days old) by nurdlinger (Tucson AZ)   |   | |
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Post# 238016 , Reply# 8   9/23/2007 at 10:49 (6,057 days old) by nurdlinger (Tucson AZ)   |   | |
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When I was a senior in high school, we read and memorized this poem. Our English teacher, who was one of only four standout teachers in my history, told us that we would use some innovative method that would allow us to remember it *forever*. I still do remember it, but after all these years I think the innovation was planting the *idea* that we could not forget it which allowed that to happen. I was very bored in high school and this man, whose name was Conrad Vachon, tried mightily to convert some of my potential into action. He was no more successful than anyone else, but he earned an elevated place in my memory for it. After he died a few years ago, I learned that he had been a gay man. In Michigan in the 60's in a catholic school, he must have had a very difficult time of it.
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Post# 238045 , Reply# 9   9/23/2007 at 13:10 (6,056 days old) by frigilux (The Minnesota Prairie)   |   | |
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One of my favorite newer poems is by a Minneapolis-based poet named Emmanuel Ortiz. It's called "A Moment Of Silence Before I Start This Poem." I didn't want to type it out, so here's a link. It's a powerful and thought-provoking piece. Hope you enjoy it. CLICK HERE TO GO TO frigilux's LINK |
Post# 238091 , Reply# 11   9/23/2007 at 18:13 (6,056 days old) by jamman_98 (Columbia, SC)   |   | |
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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. I've always liked this poem. Jamman_98 Joe |
Post# 238093 , Reply# 12   9/23/2007 at 18:17 (6,056 days old) by washabear (Maryland)   |   | |
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I have enjoyed all your comments and examples. Great stuff. Thanks for sharing. |
Post# 238097 , Reply# 14   9/23/2007 at 18:42 (6,056 days old) by 63getelevision ()   |   | |
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The last three poems were very moving. Thanks for posting them. |
Post# 238186 , Reply# 15   9/24/2007 at 09:02 (6,056 days old) by mattywashboy (Perth, Western Australia)   |   | |
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do not stand at my grave and cry by mary frye geez u guys are lucky, i even read it for you ! check it out, i love this poem, makes me think :-) Matt CLICK HERE TO GO TO mattywashboy's LINK |
Post# 238193 , Reply# 16   9/24/2007 at 09:49 (6,056 days old) by veg-o-matic (Baltimore, Hon!)   |   | |
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Post# 238195 , Reply# 17   9/24/2007 at 09:57 (6,056 days old) by rp2813 (Sannazay)   |   | |
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Do a word association with anyone who went to St. Leo's School and had the great misfortune of being in the 7th grade under the command of Sister Mary Katherine Patrice, say "poem" and without any hesitation every last one of them will reply, "Paul Revere's Ride." Anyone who misbehaved in Sister Katherine's class was first ordered to write their name on the blackboard and then stay after school and memorize a stanza of "Paul Revere's Ride" before they could go home. For all who made it through, the 7th grade was known as "the year of Paul Revere." I was fairly well behaved in school but this crazed nun had one seriously short fuse. It was easy to set her off, and I was among those who in the course of a school year made it all the way through Paul's ride and moved on to "The Wreck of the Hesperus." Who knows how many students that absolute witch of a nun managed to totally turn off to the art of poetry. I get chills just hearing or even reciting in my head, Listen my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere . . . I speak for many permanently damaged boomers when I state that I'm comforted to know she's probably rotted away long ago, never to terrorize another child again. |
Post# 238197 , Reply# 18   9/24/2007 at 10:07 (6,056 days old) by petek (Ontari ari ari O )   |   | |
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I never cared for poetry throughout school. Probably the fact of having to memorize by force did me in and I don't really remember any other than a few lines of Abu Ben Adam may his tribe increase, awoke one night from a deep dream of peace. And saw ....... And also, By the shores of Gitchigoomey, by the shining great sea waters. Stood the wigwam of blah blah from Hiawatha |
Post# 238214 , Reply# 19   9/24/2007 at 11:35 (6,056 days old) by nurdlinger (Tucson AZ)   |   | |
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We had to memorize "The Highwayman" and perform it on command with feeling. "...and the highwayman came riding, riding, riding (riding riding riding riding riding) up to the old inn door." This one's name was Sr. Mary Benilda. (In the pre-VCII days before they got to use their own names.) I have checked on the internet and she is indeed rotting away. |
Post# 238224 , Reply# 20   9/24/2007 at 13:02 (6,055 days old) by rp2813 (Sannazay)   |   | |
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Tom, you must know I agree with you 100%. Nuns did more harm than good associating poetry with punishment. I have hated poetry ever since 7th grade, as you might imagine. I enjoy the English language and appreciate the expertise that is employed in writing good poetry, but the scar tissue from punishment has erased any interest in poetry for me. Personally, I don't think there's a more ridiculous form of writing than haiku and I believe I have a lot of company, considering the ridicule that haiku regularly receives in one form or another. And re: VCII, you'd think with names changing from Sister Mary Imelda to Sister Cecilia, or from Sister Mary Agnita to Sister Leslie that these deranged women would come off as a bit more human, but they didn't. If anything, it skewed things more as their regular names seemed less formidable but their actions remained just as fierce. I mean, who, after years of cowering from principal Sister Mary Agnes Loretta, could ever take a principal named Sister Muriel seriously? Still, it was always in your best interest to do so. The only one who skates here is Sister Mary Francis Ellen from 4th grade, who became Sister Lorraine. She was the coolest with either name, and the only nun instructor I ever had who didn't act like one. I was in her class on 11/22/63 listening to a radio program on a historical figure, when the program was interrupted with the most serious news bulletin I had ever heard up until I was commuting to work the morning of 9/11/01. She ran down to Agnes Lorretta's office as soon as she heard the news, since nobody else in the school had any sort of radio or TV going so we were first to hear. When she returned she had us all bow our heads and pray, and the radio remained on for the better part of that day. Just another experience in a St. Leo's classroom that gives me chills to this day. But I digress. Back to poetry, everyone! |
Post# 238235 , Reply# 21   9/24/2007 at 14:38 (6,055 days old) by nurdlinger (Tucson AZ)   |   | |
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This Sr. Benilda performed the impossible feat of causing my mother to question her own belief that nuns were always right. In the 8th grade I participated in the Detroit Metro Science Fair with a posterboard presentation of the various types of internal combustion engine. (including Wankel which was pretty new at the time). Mine was pretty noncompetitive in Cobo Hall, but it was the most elaborate thing I had ever planned and executed at that time. For some reason, we had to haul the entries down to the school and I think we got a grade for them. I got a less-impressive grade than my mother thought I deserved so she went to talk to Sr. Benilda. What the nun told my mother was that my project was way to good to have been done by a j**koff like myself, and someone else must have done it for me. Since my mother had witnessed me working on it for hours and hours at home in the basement, she knew the nun was full of shit. She, however, could not overcome her own upbringing to share that with the nun back then, or with me until I was about 50 years old. She too was a victim of a Catholic school education. (and Polish parents, to whom elder respect is mighty important)
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Post# 238239 , Reply# 22   9/24/2007 at 16:00 (6,055 days old) by rp2813 (Sannazay)   |   | |
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Is it any wonder that those of us who survived Catholic school (and associated poetry torture treatments) appreciate the likes of Kathy Griffin and the rest of the comics who make such an exacting mockery of that entire operation? They have only touched a tiny tip of the iceberg uncovering abuses by priests, when the emotional damage caused by legions of rogue nuns was doled out to up to 50 kids at once for 9 months at at time! The mathematics of that equation is quite staggering. I hated our science fairs, by the way, and it's too bad the rotting Sister Benilda held such belligerent power over your mom. My dad told off our ex-military monsignor once and likely wouldn't have hesitated to go straight to him again if I had been victimized by such a wrong-headed point of view as Benilda's. By the way, one short poem (the best kind IMO) that manages to capture a visual so well with so few words is "The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams: So much depends Upon a red wheelbarrow Glazed with rain water Beside the white chickens And with that, maybe I've brought this thread back onto the track from which I so rudely derailed it. I'll spare everyone the Act of Contrition since, thankfully, I can only remember bits and pieces of it. Ralph |
Post# 238240 , Reply# 23   9/24/2007 at 16:03 (6,055 days old) by perc-o-prince (Southboro, Mass)   |   | |
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Nikomas. Daughter of the moon, Nikomis... The only reason I know that much is from seeing it on Lucy!!!! Chuck |
Post# 238241 , Reply# 24   9/24/2007 at 16:03 (6,055 days old) by perc-o-prince (Southboro, Mass)   |   | |
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Nikomas, Nikomis... whatever! :-) Chuck |
Post# 238247 , Reply# 26   9/24/2007 at 16:32 (6,055 days old) by washabear (Maryland)   |   | |
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That's from "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane"! I love it! Also, "The Red Wheelbarrow" is another one of my favorites. Thanks! |
Post# 238256 , Reply# 27   9/24/2007 at 17:19 (6,055 days old) by nurdlinger (Tucson AZ)   |   | |
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Post# 238274 , Reply# 28   9/24/2007 at 18:59 (6,055 days old) by alr2903 (TN)   |   | |
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My candle burns at both ends It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light. Edna St. Vincent Millay |
Post# 238284 , Reply# 29   9/24/2007 at 19:49 (6,055 days old) by mickeyd (Hamburg NY)   |   | |
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And it's by the KING--Walt Whitman--one of the first openly gay men in America
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Post# 238291 , Reply# 30   9/24/2007 at 20:26 (6,055 days old) by perc-o-prince (Southboro, Mass)   |   | |
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Such a great movie! "I've written a letter to daddy...." Chuck |
Post# 238337 , Reply# 32   9/25/2007 at 04:12 (6,055 days old) by danemodsandy (The Bramford, Apt. 7-E)   |   | |
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Post# 239378 , Reply# 33   9/29/2007 at 16:29 (6,050 days old) by abcomatic (Bradford, Illinois)   |   | |
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I woke up in the morning and looked upon the wall; the cooties and the bedbugs were having a game of ball. The score was six to nothing and the cooties were ahead; the bedbugs knocked a home-run and I fell out of bed. OH my grandmother loved that one. Gary |
Post# 239448 , Reply# 36   9/29/2007 at 20:31 (6,050 days old) by washabear (Maryland)   |   | |
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Here's another one of my favorites, by Margaret Atwood: YOU FIT INTO ME You fit into me like a hook into an eye A fish hook An open eye |
Post# 1027981 , Reply# 37   3/25/2019 at 15:52 (1,855 days old) by DaveAMKrayoGuy (Oak Park, MI)   |   | |
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Post# 1028000 , Reply# 38   3/25/2019 at 20:36 (1,855 days old) by askolover (South of Nash Vegas, TN)   |   | |
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Post# 1028001 , Reply# 39   3/25/2019 at 20:38 (1,855 days old) by askolover (South of Nash Vegas, TN)   |   | |
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THEY TOLD ME that Life could be just what I made it— And so I selected the prettiest pattern— But other folks came and they leaned o'er my shoulder; And somebody claimed the material faded; Oh! somebody tried to do all the sewing, |
Post# 1028002 , Reply# 40   3/25/2019 at 20:44 (1,855 days old) by askolover (South of Nash Vegas, TN)   |   | |
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Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? |