# What is your favorite poem? **URL:** \ **Category:** Cafe Society\ **Created:** [February 8, 2008, 3:39pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/what-is-your-favorite-poem/436802 "2008-02-08T15:39:31Z")\ **Posts on this page:** 20\ **Page:** 6
**Author:** ![Grey](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/g/b782af/32.png) [@Grey](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Grey)\ **Post date:** [February 10, 2008, 3:30pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/what-is-your-favorite-poem/436802/101 "2008-02-10T15:30:23Z")
[Ulysses](http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poem/2191.html), though two small parts catch me each time. _To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought._ _Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’ We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield._ ---
**Author:** ![Ronald\_C.Semone](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/r/cc9497/32.png) [@Ronald\_C.Semone](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Ronald_C.Semone)\ **Post date:** [February 10, 2008, 3:41pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/what-is-your-favorite-poem/436802/102 "2008-02-10T15:41:44Z")
Its hard to believe we’ve gone this far and noone has mentioned any poems by Emily Dickinson. For starters, off the top of my head, how about Who are you? Are you nobody? Then there’s two of us. Don’t tell. They’d banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody, How public like a fog. To tell you life the live long day To an admiring bog! Although I guess that is not a sentiment too common to SD posters! ---
**Author:** ![Key\_Lime\_Guy](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/k/48db29/32.png) [@Key\_Lime\_Guy](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Key_Lime_Guy)\ **Post date:** [February 10, 2008, 3:50pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/what-is-your-favorite-poem/436802/103 "2008-02-10T15:50:16Z")
David Clewell’s [We Never Close](http://books.google.com/books?id=zim99Q28NPUC&pg=PA28&lpg=PA28&dq=web&ots=Ytlx9NOK-C&sig=RdybtDMIb0F0Kc5QMrck0-xL8_0#PPA28,M1) is a great one. He has a lot of fun with diner slang, but it’s also very serious. _“Some nights you need to get into the car and drive…”_ ---
**Author:** ![Ronald\_C.Semone](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/r/cc9497/32.png) [@Ronald\_C.Semone](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Ronald_C.Semone)\ **Post date:** [February 10, 2008, 4:00pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/what-is-your-favorite-poem/436802/104 "2008-02-10T16:00:51Z")
[QUOTE=Ronald C. Semone] Its hard to believe we’ve gone this far and noone has mentioned any poems by Emily Dickinson. For starters, off the top of my head, how about Who are you? Are you nobody? Then there’s two of us. Don’t tell. They’d banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody, How public like a fog. To tell you life the live long day To an admiring bog! Although I guess that is not a sentiment too common to SD posters! [/QUOTE] I meant, of course, to type “frog”, not “fog”. ---
**Author:** ![Enterprise](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/e/76d3ee/32.png) [@Enterprise](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Enterprise)\ **Post date:** [February 10, 2008, 5:31pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/what-is-your-favorite-poem/436802/105 "2008-02-10T17:31:06Z")
[QUOTE=Ronald C. Semone] Its hard to believe we’ve gone this far and noone has mentioned any poems by Emily Dickinson. For starters, off the top of my head, how about Who are you? Are you nobody? Then there’s two of us. Don’t tell. They’d banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody, How public like a fog. To tell you life the live long day To an admiring bog! Although I guess that is not a sentiment too common to SD posters! [/QUOTE] I’ll second Emily Dickinson but offer this instead as my favorite Dickinson poem, just for the change that it is from her usual stuff: As if I asked a common alms, And in my wondering hand, A stranger pressed a kingdom And I bewildered stand. As if I asked the Orient, Had it for me a morn? And it should lift its purple dikes And shatter me with dawn. ---
**Author:** ![Marienee](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/m/73ab20/32.png) [@Marienee](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Marienee)\ **Post date:** [February 10, 2008, 5:53pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/what-is-your-favorite-poem/436802/106 "2008-02-10T17:53:41Z")
I have lots. However, there are two I come back to. One is Theodore Roethke The Waking I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go. We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. Of those so close beside me, which are you? God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there, And learn by going where I have to go. Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how? The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. Great Nature has another thing to do To you and me, so take the lively air, And, lovely, learn by going where to go. This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is near. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go. The other is a fairly minor poet and unabashedly religious, but the hell with that. It reads aloud beautifully. Gerard Manley Hopkins Pied Beauty Glory be to God for dappled things– For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; Landscape plotted and pieced–fold, fallow, and plough; And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise Him. ---
**Author:** ![MichaelQReilly](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/m/df705f/32.png) [@MichaelQReilly](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/MichaelQReilly)\ **Post date:** [February 10, 2008, 6:10pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/what-is-your-favorite-poem/436802/107 "2008-02-10T18:10:36Z")
A couple of my favorites: \*\*When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer \*\*by Walt Whitman > [@](#): > > WHEN I heard the learn’d astronomer; > When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me; > When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them; > When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, > How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick; > Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself, > In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, > Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars. I’m a sucker for poems about needing to make the most of our time in the face of impending death. Two of the best are Andrew Marvell’s [To His Coy Mistress](http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/marvell/coy.htm): > [@](#): > > But at my back I always hear > Time’s winged chariot hurrying near; > And yonder all before us lie > Deserts of vast eternity. > Thy beauty shall no more be found, > Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound > My echoing song; then worms shall try > That long preserv’d virginity, > And your quaint honour turn to dust, > And into ashes all my lust. > The grave’s a fine and private place, > But none I think do there embrace. and Mathtew Arnold’s [Dover Beach](http://www.victorianweb.org/authors/arnold/writings/doverbeach.html) > [@](#): > > Ah, love, let us be true > To one another! for the world, which seems > To lie before us like a land of dreams, > So various, so beautiful, so new, > Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, > Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; > And we are here as on a darkling plain > Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, > Where ignorant armies clash by night. In a similar vein, but more pessimistic, I always loved this quote by Shakespeare in _MacBeth_: > [@](#): > > To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, > Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, > To the last syllable of recorded time; > And all our yesterdays have lighted fools > The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! > Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, > That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, > And then is heard no more. It is a tale > Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, > Signifying nothing. Finally, a lot of pet lover’s are familiar with Lord Byron’s [A Memorial to Boatswain](http://readytogoebooks.com/LB-dog63.htm). I actually prefer the lesser known part of the poem. > [@](#): > > When some proud son of man returns to earth, > Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth, > The sculptor’s art exhausts the pomp of woe, > And storied urns record who rest below: > When all is done, upon the tomb is seen, > Not what he was, but what he should have been: > But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, > The first to welcome, foremost to defend, > Whose honest heart is still his master’s own, > Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, > Unhonour’d falls, unnoticed all his worth, > Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth: > While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven, > And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven. > Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour, > Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power, > Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust, > Degraded mass of animated dust! > Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, > Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit! > By nature vile, ennobled but by name, > Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame. > Ye! who perchance behold this simple urn, > Pass on — it honours none you wish to mourn: > To mark a friend’s remains these stones arise; > I never knew but one, — and here he lies. ---
**Author:** ![Sailboat](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/sailboat/32/461_2.png) [@Sailboat](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Sailboat)\ **Post date:** [February 10, 2008, 8:31pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/what-is-your-favorite-poem/436802/108 "2008-02-10T20:31:09Z")
[QUOTE=MichaelQReilly] Mathtew Arnold’s [Dover Beach](http://www.victorianweb.org/authors/arnold/writings/doverbeach.html) [/QUOTE] Aha. Let me supply, beloved of literature majors, Anthony Hecht’s riposte: [The Dover Bitch](http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16424) 🙂 Sailboat ---
**Author:** ![Nzinga\_Seated](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/n/b5ac83/32.png) [@Nzinga\_Seated](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Nzinga_Seated)\ **Post date:** [February 10, 2008, 9:24pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/what-is-your-favorite-poem/436802/109 "2008-02-10T21:24:20Z")
[QUOTE=Marienee] I have lots. However, there are two I come back to. One is Theodore Roethke The Waking I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go. We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. Of those so close beside me, which are you? God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there, And learn by going where I have to go. Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how? The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. Great Nature has another thing to do To you and me, so take the lively air, And, lovely, learn by going where to go. This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is near. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go. [/QUOTE] That may be my new favorite poem. That’s right. I’m easily influenced. ---
**Author:** ![Derleth](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/d/b9e5f3/32.png) [@Derleth](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Derleth)\ **Post date:** [February 10, 2008, 11:11pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/what-is-your-favorite-poem/436802/110 "2008-02-10T23:11:45Z")
I, too, love “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”: > [@](#): > > Let us go then, you and I, > [When the evening is spread out against the sky > Like a patient etherised upon a table](http://www.blogiseverything.com/files/pics/sunset_at_n_pole.jpg); > Let us go, [through certain half-deserted streets](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Centralia,_Pennsylvania), > [The muttering retreats](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_Chanology) > [Of restless nights](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dark_Night_of_the_Soul) in [one-night cheap hotels](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tower_of_London) > And sawdust restaurants with oyster shells: > Streets that follow like [a tedious argument > Of insidious intent](http://scienceblogs.com/denialism/) > To lead you to [an overwhelming question](http://www.whyaretheydead.net/) . . . > Oh, do not ask, “[What is it?](http://www.xenu.net/)” > [Let us go and make our visit.](http://en.wikinews.org/wiki/Wikinews_international_report:_%22Anonymous%22_holds_anti-Scientology_protests_worldwide) > > [snip] > > [Do I dare > Disturb the universe?](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Chocolate_War) > In a minute there is time > For [decisions and revisions](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emacs) which a minute will reverse. > > [snip] > > [I should have been a pair of ragged claws > Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.](http://www.nature.com/nature/journal/v447/n7142/fig_tab/nature05827_F2.html) > > [snip] > > Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to [eat a peach](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eat_a_Peach)? > I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk [upon the beach.](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/On_the_Beach_(novel)) > I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. > > I do not think that they will sing to me. I also love much of Kipling’s verse, but none more than “[Jubal and Tubal Cain](http://whitewolf.newcastle.edu.au/words/authors/K/KiplingRudyard/verse/p3/jubaltubal.html)” > [@](#): > > Jubal sang of the new-found sea, > And the love that its waves divide— > But Tubal hollowed a fallen tree > And passed to the further side. > Black—black as the hurricane-wrack, > Salt as the under-main— > Bitter and cold is the hate they hold— > Jubal and Tubal Cain! And I love beat poetry. Since everyone knows of Ginsberg and his work has never spoken all that much to me anyway, I’m going to quote some Diane DiPrima. This is from “Poetics”, and it swims into view every time I think about English: ```auto the language shall be my element, I plunge in I suspect that I cannot drown like a fat brat catfish, smug a hoodlum fish I move more & more gracefully breathe it in, success written on my mug till the fishpolice corner me in the coral & I die ``` And one more snippet by her, from “Three Laments”: ```auto I have the upper hand but if I keep it I'll lose the circulation in one arm ``` ---
**Author:** ![Jennshark](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/j/8e8cbc/32.png) [@Jennshark](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Jennshark)\ **Post date:** [February 10, 2008, 11:14pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/what-is-your-favorite-poem/436802/111 "2008-02-10T23:14:57Z")
I loved this poem by Auden \*\*before \*\* _Four Weddings and a Funeral_ popularized it: Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good. -W.H. Auden ---
**Author:** ![Cartooniverse](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/cartooniverse/32/3084_2.png) [@Cartooniverse](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Cartooniverse)\ **Post date:** [February 10, 2008, 11:40pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/what-is-your-favorite-poem/436802/112 "2008-02-10T23:40:00Z")
By Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. ( I do fear the lot of us are completely disobeying the rule against posting complete lyrics or poems or other copyrighted materials… ) Cartooniverse ---
**Author:** ![MichaelQReilly](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/m/df705f/32.png) [@MichaelQReilly](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/MichaelQReilly)\ **Post date:** [February 11, 2008, 12:21am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/what-is-your-favorite-poem/436802/113 "2008-02-11T00:21:09Z")
[QUOTE=Cartooniverse] ( I do fear the lot of us are completely disobeying the rule against posting complete lyrics or poems or other copyrighted materials… ) Cartooniverse [/QUOTE] Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think that most of this stuff is old enough that it is out of copyright by now. ---
**Author:** ![TubaDiva](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/tubadiva/32/507_2.png) [@TubaDiva](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/TubaDiva)\ **Post date:** [February 11, 2008, 3:33am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/what-is-your-favorite-poem/436802/114 "2008-02-11T03:33:58Z")
Quoted this to someone I loved very much. Wild Geese _You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. . ._ > **[Yahoo | Mail, Weather, Search, Politics, News, Finance, Sports & Videos](https://www.yahoo.com/)** > > Latest news coverage, email, free stock quotes, live scores and video are just the beginning. Discover more every day at Yahoo! It ended, sadly. Meanwhile the world goes on. ---
**Author:** ![Two\_and\_a\_Half\_Inches\_of\_Fun](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/t/ea666f/32.png) [@Two\_and\_a\_Half\_Inches\_of\_Fun](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Two_and_a_Half_Inches_of_Fun)\ **Post date:** [February 11, 2008, 3:35am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/what-is-your-favorite-poem/436802/115 "2008-02-11T03:35:40Z")
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens. ---
**Author:** ![don\_t\_ask](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/d/e68b1a/32.png) [@don\_t\_ask](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/don_t_ask)\ **Post date:** [February 11, 2008, 4:03am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/what-is-your-favorite-poem/436802/116 "2008-02-11T04:03:02Z")
Strictly speaking not poetry but while looking for something else I came across this. I have always loved the imagery of Dylan Thomas’s _Under Milk Wood_ and was amazed to find the entire BBC broadcast version [here](http://www.undermilkwood.net/prose_umw1.html) with First Voice by Richard Burton. Listen while he launches into: \*To begin at the beginning: It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courters’-and-rabbits’ wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea. The houses are blind as moles (though moles see fine tonight in the snouting, velvet dingles) or blind as Captain Cat there in the muffled middle by the pump and the town clock, the shops in mourning, the Welfare Hall in widows’ weeds. And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are sleeping now. Hush, the babies are sleeping, the farmers, the fishers, the tradesmen and pensioners, cobbler, schoolteacher, postman and publican, the undertaker and the fancy woman, drunkard, dressmaker, preacher, policeman, the webfoot cocklewomen and the tidy wives. Young girls lie bedded soft or glide in their dreams, with rings and trousseaux, bridesmaided by glow-worms down the aisles of the organplaying wood. The boys are dreaming wicked or of the bucking ranches of the night and the jollyrodgered sea. And the anthracite statues of the horses sleep in the fields, and the cows in the byres, and the dogs in the wetnosed yards; and the cats nap in the slant corners or lope sly, streaking and needling, on the one cloud of the roofs. \* ---
**Author:** ![thirdwarning](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/t/ecccb3/32.png) [@thirdwarning](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/thirdwarning)\ **Post date:** [February 11, 2008, 7:44am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/what-is-your-favorite-poem/436802/117 "2008-02-11T07:44:10Z")
I was going to mention _The Hound of Heaven_, but somebody beat me to it. I think it might be my very favorite. I keep thinking of another, and another, that could be at the top of the list and it’s hard to pick one, but I think tied with \*The Hound of Heaven \* is _Jenny Kissed Me_, by Leigh Hunt. Sort, sweet, to the point, and always makes me smile. ---
**Author:** ![Annie-Xmas](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/a/ecc23a/32.png) [@Annie-Xmas](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Annie-Xmas)\ **Post date:** [February 11, 2008, 1:36pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/what-is-your-favorite-poem/436802/118 "2008-02-11T13:36:47Z")
[QUOTE=Kythereia] Dorothy Parker’s _Resume_ has gotten me through some pretty bad days. - [/QUOTE] I love Parker’s poems. My favorite is “Unfortunate Coincidence” \*By the time you swear you’re his, Shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is Infinite, undying - Lady make a note of this: One of you is lying. \* ---
**Author:** ![jali](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/j/ecae2f/32.png) [@jali](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/jali)\ **Post date:** [February 11, 2008, 2:36pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/what-is-your-favorite-poem/436802/119 "2008-02-11T14:36:54Z")
This was my first thought: I’ve alway loved this poem: “'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wade; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe…” The poem that has touched me the most in my life is: [First Writing Since](http://www.inmotionmagazine.com/ac/shammad.html) by Suheir Hammad. "there have been no words. i have not written one word. no poetry in the ashes south of canal street. no prose in the refrigerated trucks driving debris and dna. not one word. today is a week, and seven is of heavens, gods, science. evident out my kitchen window is an abstract reality. sky where once was steel. smoke where once was flesh…" ---
**Author:** ![well\_he\_s\_back](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/w/3ab097/32.png) [@well\_he\_s\_back](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/well_he_s_back)\ **Post date:** [February 11, 2008, 4:13pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/what-is-your-favorite-poem/436802/120 "2008-02-11T16:13:53Z")
I have finally picked some - “Fern Hill” of course, which has been mentioned “Ithaka” by Cavafy “Instructions” by Neil Gaiman ([http://www.endicott-studio.com/cofhs/cofinstr.html](http://www.endicott-studio.com/cofhs/cofinstr.html)) “I Carry Your Heart” by e.e. cummings and “Snow, Aldo” by Kate diCamillo. A Fantastic Beautiful poem about a man and a dog. ([SimonSays’s On Demand Pages on Vimeo](http://www.simonsays.com/content/book.cfm?tab=22&pid=514158&agid=4)) There are so many more. so hard to narrow it down. so many finds in this thread [Previous page](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/what-is-your-favorite-poem/436802.md?page=5) [Next page](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/what-is-your-favorite-poem/436802.md?page=7)