The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by TS Eliot, (recite slowly)
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Coleridge (very long)
2007-01-28 11:26:27
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answer #1
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answered by jeannie 7
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The Rime of The Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
2007-01-28 11:29:47
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answered by Anonymous
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If your assignment would allow a religious poem, try T. S. Eliot's "Ash Wednesday." The poem moves from despair almost to hope.
Someone else suggested Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock." If you really want something strange, try Eliot's "The Wasteland." Lots of interesting rhythms and curious images.
I'm also partial to Alfred Noyes' "The Highwayman." The story of a thief who is in love with the innkeeper's black-eyed daughter Bess. Bess sacrifices herself to save her lover from the King's soldiers.
Another is Stephen Vincent Benet's "Metropolitan Nightmare," about what would happen to skyscrapers if termites suddenly were able to eat steel.
Have fun with this assignment!
2007-01-28 14:16:57
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answered by Anonymous
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No, no, no, no...This is the poem you want to use! Robert Service is one of the great Canadian poets and was a contemporary of Jack London. The Cremation of Sam McGee from his collection "The Spell of the Yukon" was one of the most widely read poems of its time.
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
That's just the start. Hope this helps. --Andy
2007-01-28 12:33:46
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answered by Andy 5
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My Own Grandpa
Many many years ago when I was twenty three,
I got married to a widow who was pretty as could be. This
widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red.
My father fell in love with her, and soon the two were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother, for she was my father's wife.
To complicate the matters worse, although it brought me joy, I
soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became a brother-in-law to dad. And so
became my uncle, though it made me very sad.
For if he was my uncle, then that also made him brother
To the widow's grown-up daughter who, of course, was my
step-mother. Father's wife then had a son, who kept them on
the run.
And he became my grandson, for he was my daughter's son. My wife is now my mother's mother and it makes me blue. Because, although she is my wife, she's my grandma too. If my wife is my grandmother, then I am her grandchild. And every time I think of it, It simply drives me wild. For now I have become
the strangest case you ever saw. As the husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa.
2007-01-28 11:30:47
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answered by djm749 6
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"The Ballad of Reading Gaol" by Oscar Wilde
2007-01-28 11:36:16
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answered by The First Dragon 7
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The Lady of Shallot--Tennyson
Sounds amazing when spoken aloud!
2007-01-28 11:49:35
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answered by Kate A 3
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The ballad of Pecos Bill.
2007-01-28 11:27:59
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answered by Sophist 7
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How Do I Love Thee
2007-01-28 11:30:37
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answered by gwhiz1052 7
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download this poem -it is free from the publisher called arachnids :homme fatales
http://gamahucherpress.yellowgum.com/gamahucher_press_catalogue.htm
2007-01-30 03:11:33
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answered by Anonymous
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