What are your 3 favourite poems? I need to analyse 3 poems and I don't know which ones to do
please no edgy ones
>>7676222
sonnet 20!
Der Erlkönig
>>7676222
Hard to pick favorites, but here are 3 I like. I'm not including any long ones since you probably prefer to analyze shorter poems. These are relatively easy poems to analyze too.
The Journey of the Magi - Eliot
Birches - Frost
My Last Duchess - Browning
>>7676246
Looking for poems that are easily readable mostly, like London by Blake.
>>7676256
Those are easily readable.
>>7676256
sonnet 20 faggot
Birches by Robert Frost
The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot
The Second Coming by W.B. Yeats
>>7676222
A Love Letter by Russel Edson
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/181156
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The mending wall - frost >>7676474
I loved this poem even before the movie featured it. Bit of an old fag here.
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To the Virgins, to make much of Time.
by, Robert Herrick.
GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
Tomorrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he 's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he 's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.
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>>7676222
The Guns - Gilbert Frankau
The Grave of the Hundred Head - Rudyard Kipling
The King and the Oak - Robert E. Howard
>>7676505
fuck yes the guns is an amazing poem.
>>7676222
Omnis mundi creatura - Alanus ab Insulis
https://la.wikisource.org/wiki/Omnis_mundi_creatura
Heyr himna smiður - Kolbeinn Tumason
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kolbeinn_Tumason
Noch einmal - Theodor Storm
http://www.deutsche-liebeslyrik.de/storm_alle_gedichte.htm#g26
>>7676222
Infinite Jest
>>7676475
jibberish
>>7676861
you try so hard it's actually cringeworthy.
>>7676912
I only know two poems in english...
>>7676222
Honestly, I'm not a fan of rhyming poetry. But the Highwayman by Alfredo Noyes is pretty based, f a m.
My current favorite is Stone Angels by Keith Waldrop http://thevalueofsparrows.com/2013/12/18/poetry-stone-angels-by-keith-waldrop/
Anecdote of the Jar by Wallace Stevens
I placed a jar in Tennessee,
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.
The wilderness rose up to it,
And sprawled around, no longer wild.
The jar was round upon the ground
And tall and of a port in air.
It took dominion everywhere.
The jar was gray and bare.
It did not give of bird or bush,
Like nothing else in Tennessee.
Whitman's song of myself from the first 1855 ed. of Leaves of Grass.
>>7676222
1. The Bells (Edgar Allen Poe)
2. Sweet Afton (Robert Burns)
3. If (Rudyard Kipling)
Honorable Mentions: Invictus by William Ernest Henley and the "fear no more the heat of the sun" eulogy from Shakespeare's Cymbeline.
>>7676222
La lluvia.
Bruscamente la tarde se ha aclarado
Porque ya cae la lluvia minuciosa.
Cae o cayó. La lluvia es una cosa
Que sin duda sucede en el pasado.
Quien la oye caer ha recobrado
El tiempo en que la suerte venturosa
Le reveló una flor llamada rosa
Y el curioso color del colorado.
Esta lluvia que ciega los cristales
Alegrará en perdidos arrabales
Las negras uvas de una parra en cierto
Patio que ya no existe. La mojada
Tarde me trae la voz, la voz deseada,
De mi padre que vuelve y que no ha muerto.
J.L. Borges
Would appreciate recommendations if anyone is familiar with my taste. Here are my favorites:
Rilke's Duino Elegies (particularly 1,2,9)
T.S. Eliot's Preludes
Keats' Ode to a Nightingale
Shakespeare sonnets: 15, 23, 30, 60, 73, 116
Byron's Darkness
Stevens' The Snow Man, A postcard at the Volcano, The House was Quite and the World was Calm, Holiday in Reality, A Quiet Normal Life
Wordsworth's Intimations of Immortality
Whitman's Out of the cradle endlessly rocking
Dickinson's We Grow Accustomed to the Dark, It was not Death for I stood up, Because I could not stop for Death, The Soul unto Itself, This consciousness that is aware, From Blank to Blank, Because that you are Going.
Robert Frosts's Desert Places
Philip Larkin - Aubade
Louis Gluck - Illuminations
