Great Poetry
There is little talk on poetry, which I assume is incorporated in this blog, though I do concede that there has been a bit.
One of my favourites is:
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
- Robert Frost (1874–1963)
Does anybody else have any good poetry to share?
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July 28th, 2008 at 9:46 am
Wonderful poem Tyrone – a favourite with many, many people, I think you’ll find.
Yes, poetry is definitely covered by The Portal. In fact, I’ll be announcing a new competition later this week which is relevant to the genre. I’ve also added another new category to The Portal – ‘Poetry’.
Mrs Sweeney
July 30th, 2008 at 10:18 am
This is my favourite poem.
Good-byes Are Harder Than Hellos
by Danielle Hodgkins
Hellos are hard,
You don’t know what to say,
You would look at me,
But I’d look the other way.
I blushed every time I saw you,
You talked to me every day,
You smiled, and you laughed,
But once again I looked away,
Finally one day,
You talked to me once more,
And finally I got the courage,
to say hi and not ignore.
From that point on,
We were together every day,
Until you left me,
and went far, far away.
We had to say goodbye,
They are harder than Hellos,
But after a short time,
I finally let you go.
I know it will be hard,
For both you and I,
But whenever we get lonely,
We can look up in the sky,
And I will know that God, the Father,
Is watching over you,
And you will also know,
That he’s watching me, too.
He’ll bring us back together,
Before too much time has passed,
And we can be together,
Once again, Once more, at Last.
July 30th, 2008 at 10:45 am
This is a great poem and was featured in the movie Four Weddings and a Funeral
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
by W. H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
July 30th, 2008 at 10:52 am
Madame Librarian, I had trouble holding the tears back when I read this one. It is beautiful and poignant.
July 30th, 2008 at 5:12 pm
I actually wrote a speech and evaluation on this poem in Year 7. It was quite nice.