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Two of my favorites, though I'll admit I'm not big on poetry, I do have favorites.
This Is Just To Say
by William Carlos Williams
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
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And my ultimate favorite, a stanza of which will end up inked into my body. The first one, if anyone's curious.
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Love In the Asylum
By Dylan Thomas (my favorite drunk bastard)
A stranger has come
To share my room in the house not right in the head,
A girl mad as birds
Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.
Strait in the mazed bed
She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds
Yet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room,
At large as the dead,
Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.
She has come possessed
Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,
Possessed by the skies
She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dust
Yet raves at her will
On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.
And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.
Get down, girl, go 'head, get down. | |
i really like that second one.
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one of my favorites, off the top of my head.
i like the first part the most.
though really, im trying to be more positive, this still speaks to one of the parts that exist inside of me, inside of any of us. maybe?
im nobody.
who are you? are you nobody, too?
then there's a pair of us.. shh! dont tell!
they'd banish us, you know..
how dreary, to be somebody.
how public, like a frog..
to tell your name, the live-long day
to an admiring bog.
by.. of course.. emily d.
[last edit 3/8/2011 11:32 PM by thatwhichisi - edited 1 times]
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One of my favorites:
A Man Said to the Universe - Stephen Crane
A man said to the universe:
"Sir I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."
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for all of us to remember..
it is only this,
no draft nor final manuscript,
survives with which to speculate,
for i have burned them.
no edition has a date,
i distinguish no printings,
number and sign no copies
so what you hold, collector,
will not appreciate.
do not put this on your shelf, critic,
for the special paper dissolves in air.
read, that is all;
now is the only time
to take the wafer of our sacrament
before it vanishes
This is all there is.
-peter goblin
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Posted by thatwhichisi
for all of us to remember..
-peter goblin
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Love that! Here's one of my favorites from my mother's favorite poet:
l(a
l(a
le
af
fa
ll
s)
one
l
iness
- E. E. Cummings
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Mary Rose
Sat on a pin.
Mary rose.
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