What is your favorite poem of all time?

Question

Here's my most favorite one:
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Answer 1

Hope and Trust by MAM

Answer 2

This one:

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Answer 3

I Think Continually Of Those Who Were Truly Great
Stephen Spender

I think continually of those who were truly great.
Who, from the womb, remembered the soul's history
Through corridors of light where the hours are suns
Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition
Was that their lips, still touched with fire,
Should tell of the Spirit clothed from head to foot in song.
And who hoarded from the Spring branches
The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms.

What is precious is never to forget
The essential delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs
Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth.
Never to deny its pleasure in the morning simple light
Nor its grave evening demand for love.
Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother
With noise and fog the flowering of the spirit.

Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields
See how these names are feted by the waving grass
And by the streamers of white cloud
And whispers of wind in the listening sky.
The names of those who in their lives fought for life
Who wore at their hearts the fire's center.
Born of the sun they traveled a short while towards the sun,
And left the vivid air signed with their honor.

Answer 4

I dedicate this to Moon and Stooge...

Often in my soul a song tolls, sobbed in my mourning
about two tiny people who loved each other.
But a whispered first love oath spoken in the garden
became a reason for their forced departure.
They did not see each other, because of will or of guilt,
but time was passing - time irreplaceable and time - the only one.
and when they met again caressing the flowers
they fell ill lsuddenly like no one in the world!
Under a larch two beds and two shadows,
Under a larch a hopeless, last look they gave each other.
And they both died without a caress or sin,
without a tear of joy, without a single smile.
The crimson of their lips died in death's cold violet,
and they both paled like no one in the world...
They wanted to love each other from behind their grave,
but love has died... there was no more love...
and they knelt belatedly at the doorstep of their misfortune
to pray for everything, but there was no God.
With bare remnants of their strength they lasted till spring...
then summer, to return to the Earth...
but there was no world.

B.L.

Answer 5

I have 2 that i like. Seven Ages Of Man and this one by Shakespear.

Sonnet XVIII:

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

by William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee

Answer 6

The Prayer Of Love

Answer 7

SONNET #43, FROM THE PORTUGUESE
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints!---I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!---and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Answer 8

"...Though I've belted you and flayed you,
By the livin' Gawd that made you,
You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!"

R. Kipling

Answer 9

It is the one that T,D, Wrote about peachie this morning.I woke up and seen that and i was crying like a baby ; as it was so beautiful and so true Thanks again T,D, YOUR ONE OF A KIND!!!!! edit..i have just found one just as beautiful .It is one that Death from above posted as his favorite about Moonbell and Stooge.

Answer 10

Hey we like the same poem. It has been my all time favorite poem too.