Hi, everyone...?

Question

Well, I thought it would be neat to give everyone a chance to post their favorite poem. Whatever you like.

Peace to all.

Answer 1

It's not my favourite poem, but one of my favourite poems.


El Desdichado, by Gérard de Nerval.

Je suis le Ténébreux, - le Veuf, - l'Inconsolé,
Le Prince d'Aquitaine à la Tour abolie :
Ma seule Etoile est morte, - et mon luth constellé
Porte le Soleil noir de la Mélancolie.

Dans la nuit du Tombeau, Toi qui m'as consolé,
Rends-moi le Pausilippe et la mer d'Italie,
La fleur qui plaisait tant à mon coeur désolé,
Et la treille où le Pampre à la Rose s'allie.

Suis-je Amour ou Phébus ?... Lusignan ou Biron ?
Mon front est rouge encor du baiser de la Reine ;
J'ai rêvé dans la Grotte où nage la sirène...

Et j'ai deux fois vainqueur traversé l'Achéron :
Modulant tour à tour sur la lyre d'Orphée
Les soupirs de la Sainte et les cris de la Fée.


OK, I'll be back soon with a translation of this!!!

Edit: there it is in English (but of course it's better in French...)

I am the dark one, the widower, the unconsoled,
The prince of Aquitaine whose tower is destroyed:
My only star is dead, and my constellated lute
Bears the black sun of the Melancholy.

In the night of the Tomb, You who consoled me,
Give me back Mount Posilipo and the Italian sea,
The flower my desolate heart liked so much,
And the trellis where the grapevine unites with the rose.

Am I Amor or Phoebus?.... Lusignan or Biron?
My forehead is still red from the kiss of the queen;
I have dreamed in the grotto where the Mermaid swims...

And two times victorious I have crossed Acheron:
Modulating turn by turn on the lyre of Orpheus
The moans of the Saint and the screams of the Fairy.

Answer 2

dear singing 2 the rain...i like a lot of poems this being 1 of those poems

Ode to Autumn

season of mists n mellow fruitfulness,
close bosom freind of the maturing sun
conspiring with him how to load n bless
with fruit the wines that round the thatch eaves run
to bend with apples the mossed cottage trees
and fill the fruit with ripeness to the core
to swell the gourd n plump the hazel shells
with a sweet kernel;to set budding more
and still more later flower for the bees
untill they think warm days will never cease
for summer has o'er brimmed their clammy cells.

who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
thee sitting careless on a granary floor
thy hair soft lifted by the winnowing wind
or on a half reap'd furrow sound asleep
drows'd with the fumes of poppies,while thy hook
spares the next swath and all its twined flower
and sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
steady thy laden head across a brook
or by a cyder press,with patient look
thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

where r the songs of spring?ay, where r they?
think not of them ,thou hast thy music too
while barred clouds bloom the soft dying days
n touch the stubble plains with rosy hue
then in a wilful choir the small gnats mourn
among the river sallows,borne aloft
or sinking as the light wind lives or dies
and full grown lambs loud bleat from hillybourn
hedge crickets sing and now with treble soft
the red breast whistles from a garden croft
and gathering swallows twitter in the skies.


i love autumn becus it is the season of keats n the season of memories.

Answer 3

At the moment, this one is my favorite. I didn't write it, and I don't know who did, and the poetry isn't excellent, but I love what it says.

Things You Didn’t Do
Remember the day I borrowed your brand new car and I dented it? I thought you'd kill me.

But you didn't.

And remember the time I dragged you to the beach, and you said it would rain, and it did? I thought you'd say, "I told you so."

But you didn't.

Do you remember the time I flirted with all the guys to make you jealous, and you were? I thought you'd leave me.

But you didn't.

Do you remember the time I spilled strawberry pie all over your car rug? I thought you'd hit me.

But you didn't.

And remember the time I forgot to tell you the dance was formal and you showed up in jeans? I thought you'd drop me.

But you didn't.

Yes, there were lots of things you didn't do, but you put up with me, and you loved me, and you protected me. There were lots of things I wanted to make up to you when you returned from Viet Nam.

But you didn't.

Answer 4

Thank you Singing...

Happiness
by A.A. Milne

John has great big waterproof boots on,
John has a great big waterproof hat.
John has a great big waterproof Mackintosh,
and that, said John, is that.

Answer 5

you made a good question
i gave you a good answer
you will get all your wishes
if you choose mine as the best