Your favorite poem?

Question

. . . and poet?

Answer 1

In Memory of Eva Gore-Booth and Con Markiewicz

The light of evening, Lissadell,
Great windows open to the south,
Two girls in silk kimonos, both
Beautiful, one a gazelle.
But a raving autumn shears
Blossom from the summer's wreath;
The older is condemned to death,
Pardoned, drags out lonely years
Conspiring among the ignorant.
I know not what the younger dreams —
Some vague Utopia — and she seems,
When withered old and skeleton-gaunt,
An image of such politics.
Many a time I think to seek
One or the other out and speak
Of that old Georgian mansion,
mix pictures of the mind, recall
That table and the talk of youth,
Two girls in silk kimonos, both
Beautiful, one a gazelle.

Dear shadows, now you know it all,
All the folly of a fight
With a common wrong or right.
The innocent and the beautiful.
Have no enemy but time;
Arise and bid me strike a match
And strike another till time catch;
Should the conflagration climb,
Run till all the sages know.
We the great gazebo built,
They convicted us of guilt;
Bid me strike a match and blow.

W. B. Yeats

Answer 2

Favorite poem-The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Favorite poet-Dr. Suess

Answer 3

Poem--The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes
Poet--Edgar Allen Poe

Answer 4

My favorite would have to be Die Stem. It was originally a poem, and later it became the national anthem of South Africa, until 1997. It's a very powerful piece, and always evokes strong emotions in me, although the translation leaves much to be desired.

It's certainly not the greatest poem ever written, but it has a great personal significance to me.

Answer 5

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. Everytime I read it, it moves me. Last year, we had to pick our favorite poem and write a 3 page analysis essay on it. I choose this poem. I know it seems a little cliche to pick it, but I'm not changing my favorite just because other's like it as well.

Answer 6

The Darkness The Light


Surrounded by darkness the sun shining bright.
Why can't I see the light,
Is it to keep away my pain?
Who could know empty yet infinite space where darkness unfolds
As if to embrace me to keep out the cold.
If I let in the light does my story get told?
Will you understand more if I dare be so bold?
So I stay in my darkness afraid of the light.
Catching small glimpse's ever so slight.
Life,Love,Laughter all things right.
Love must be given without restraint.
Open and honest without all this hate.
I glance thru my darkness having been told"I will be your light" if you just take a chance.
Wanting so desperately to believe I push aside my blanket of darkness.
Thus shunning its warm embrace for someone
Yes you to fill its place.
Hate just destroys makes love wither and die.
I can't forget all that happened,the lies.
I am surrounded by darkness even when the sun shines bright.

Linda Clark
Copyright ©2007 Linda B Clark

Answer 7

poem:
"The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster."
--Elizabeth Bishop

poet:
E.E. Cummings

Answer 8

Any thing by Edgar Allan Poe.he has a different way of describing things so it's different. And different stand out in a crowd. Mocking it just helps.

Edgar Allan Poe

Answer 9

El Dorado-Poe

Answer 10

"The Road not Taken,"by Robert Frost.