# What's your favourite poem? **URL:** \ **Category:** Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share\ **Created:** [September 21, 2000, 7:52pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/whats-your-favourite-poem/34041 "2000-09-21T19:52:28Z")\ **Posts on this page:** 20\ **Page:** 2
**Author:** ![Whammo](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/w/8dc957/32.png) [@Whammo](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Whammo)\ **Post date:** [September 22, 2000, 3:33am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/whats-your-favourite-poem/34041/21 "2000-09-22T03:33:00Z")
_ **ALONE** /december/night_ it’s been so long speaking to people who think it all too complex stupidity in their eyes & it’s been so long so far from the truth so far from a roof to talk to or a hand to touch or anything to really love it’s been so long talking to myself alone in the night listening to a music that is me. -Victor Cruz _ **ALONE** _ From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were - I have not seen As others saw - I could not bring My passions from a common spring- From the same source I have not taken My sorrow - I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone- And all I lov’d - _I_ lov’d alone- _Then_ - in my childhood - in the dawn Of a most stormy life - was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still- From the torrent, or the fountain- From the red cliff of the mountain- From the sun that 'round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold- From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by- From the thunder, and the storm- And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view. -Edgar Allan Poe ---
**Author:** ![xekul](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/x/838e76/32.png) [@xekul](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/xekul)\ **Post date:** [September 22, 2000, 4:36am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/whats-your-favourite-poem/34041/22 "2000-09-22T04:36:31Z")
It’s hard to choose one. Since someone already mentioned `The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,'' I'll offer a poem by William Carlos Williams called `This Is Just to Say.’’ > [@](#): > > ``` > I have eaten > the plums > that were in > the icebox > > and which > you were probably > saving > for breakfast > > Forgive me > they were delicious > so sweet > and so cold > > ``` ---
**Author:** ![Kyla](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/k/eada6e/32.png) [@Kyla](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Kyla)\ **Post date:** [September 22, 2000, 8:19am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/whats-your-favourite-poem/34041/23 "2000-09-22T08:19:36Z")
Here’s my favorite: _anyone lived in a pretty how town_\* by e.e. cummings. anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn’t he danced his did. Women and men (both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same sun moon stars rain children guessed (but only a few and down they forgot as up they grew autumn winter spring summer) that noone loved him more by more when by now and tree by leaf she laughed his joy she cried his grief bird by snow and stir by still anyone’s any was all to her someones married their everyones laughed their cryings and did their dance (sleep wake hope and then) they said their nevers they slept their dream stars rain sun moon (and only the snow can begin to explain how children are apt to forget to remember with up so floating many bells down) one day anyone died i guess (and noone stooped to kiss his face) busy folk buried them side by side little by little and was by was all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes. Women and men (both dong and ding) summer autumn winter spring reaped their sowing and went their came sun moon stars rain ---
**Author:** ![Eutychus](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/e/a3d4f5/32.png) [@Eutychus](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Eutychus)\ **Post date:** [September 22, 2000, 9:28am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/whats-your-favourite-poem/34041/24 "2000-09-22T09:28:25Z")
The Unified Field Theory of Creation. by Tim Joseph In the beginning there was Aristotle, And objects at rest tended to remain at rest, And objects in motion tended to come to rest, And soon everything was at rest, And God saw that it was boring. Then God created Newton, And objects at rest tended to remain at rest, But objects in motion tended to remain in motion, And energy was conserved and momentum was conserved and matter was conserved, And God saw that it was conservative. Then God created Einstein, And everything was relative, And fast things became short, And straight things became curved, And the universe was filled with inertial frames, And God saw that it was relatively general, but some of it was especially relative. Then God created Bohr, And there was the principle, And the principle was quantum, And all things were quantified, But somethings were still relative, And God saw that it was confusing. Then God was going to create Furgeson, And Furgeson would have unified, And he would have fielded a theory, And all would have been one, But it was the seventh day, So God rested, And objects at rest Tend to remain at rest. ---
**Author:** ![TwistofFate](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/t/cdc98d/32.png) [@TwistofFate](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/TwistofFate)\ **Post date:** [September 22, 2000, 9:41am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/whats-your-favourite-poem/34041/25 "2000-09-22T09:41:04Z")
Damn, I was going to post the Raven, but someone beat me to it. Instead, this is from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory **On the Paddle Boat** There’s no earthly way of knowing, Which direction we are going, There’s no knowing where we’re rowing, Or which way the river’s flowing, Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a blowing? There’s not a speck of light a showing, So the danger must be growing, Are the fires of hell a glowing? Is the grizzly reaper mowing? Yes, the danger must be growing, For the rowers keep on rowing, and they’re certainly not showing, Any signs that they are slowing. THIS HAS GONE FAR ENOUGH!!! STOP! or, from WB Yeats grave in Co. Sligo, Cast a cold eye o’er life, o’er death, Horseman, ride by. ---
**Author:** ![LouisB](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/l/dfb087/32.png) [@LouisB](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/LouisB)\ **Post date:** [September 22, 2000, 11:21am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/whats-your-favourite-poem/34041/26 "2000-09-22T11:21:59Z")
Dirge without Music Edna St. Vincent Millay I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned. Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you. Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust. A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew, A formula, a phrase remains, — but the best is lost. The answers quick & keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love, They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve. More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world. Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned. ---
**Author:** ![Balance](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/b/ccd318/32.png) [@Balance](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Balance)\ **Post date:** [September 22, 2000, 3:26pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/whats-your-favourite-poem/34041/27 "2000-09-22T15:26:31Z")
> [@](#): > > \*Originally posted by Johnny L.A. \* > I know it’s bordering on cliché, but I like E.A. Poe’s _ **The Raven** _. Most people I’ve heard recite or read it pace it as “1-2-3-4-5-6-7. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7”, totally ignoring the punctuation. I hate hearing it that way. I am _so_ glad to hear that someone else reads it the way I do (when I’m being serious, that is). When first tasked with reading it aloud to a class, I read it just the way you recommend. When I finished, the teacher was just sitting there gaping at me. She spent the rest of the class period staring at the text, as if she’d never seen it properly before. Unfortunately, this lead her to make me read Rime of the Ancient Mariner aloud at a later date–_damn_, my throat was sore after that one! ---
**Author:** ![Shaky\_Jake](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/s/90db22/32.png) [@Shaky\_Jake](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Shaky_Jake)\ **Post date:** [September 22, 2000, 3:49pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/whats-your-favourite-poem/34041/28 "2000-09-22T15:49:44Z")
**The Eyeball** by Henry Gibson The eyeball is a friend to you It is a friend to me But every time I blink my eye My eyeball cannot see. I guess a distance second would be: **Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening** 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. In a high school English class, we had to write a parody, with a beginning of: Whose feet these are I think I know Her head is in the pillows, though It was a hoot! Shaky Jake ---
**Author:** ![Johnny\_L.A](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/johnny_l.a/32/1084_2.png) [@Johnny\_L.A](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Johnny_L.A)\ **Post date:** [September 22, 2000, 4:09pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/whats-your-favourite-poem/34041/29 "2000-09-22T16:09:45Z")
> [@](#): > > She spent the rest of the class period staring at the text, as if she’d never seen it properly before. So you lit a candle in the darkness! Really, as a teacher who requires the reading of _The Raven_, she should have understood it before you dramatized it for her. I’m sure you illuminated the text for many in the class as well. People I work with say I should be a teacher. I really get into history and literature. Okay, keeping with the theme of the OP, I also like _High Flight_ by John Gillespie Magee, Jr. I have to. I’m a pilot. Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds-and done a hundred things You have dreamed of-wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there, I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I’ve topped the windswept heights with Easy grace Where never lark, or even eagle flew. And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God. ---
**Author:** ![Johnny\_L.A](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/johnny_l.a/32/1084_2.png) [@Johnny\_L.A](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Johnny_L.A)\ **Post date:** [September 22, 2000, 4:15pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/whats-your-favourite-poem/34041/30 "2000-09-22T16:15:15Z")
> [@](#): > > In a high school English class, we had to write a parody I wrote a parody once. I’ll try to remember to post it when I get home. It started: Tubby, or not tubby? Fat is the question. Whether 'tis globular in the hind to cushion the seats and benches of outrageous hardness, or in a chin that’s doubled. 'Tis a consommé devoutly to be dish’d! … ---
**Author:** ![Zyada](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/zyada/32/3028_2.png) [@Zyada](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Zyada)\ **Post date:** [September 22, 2000, 4:17pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/whats-your-favourite-poem/34041/31 "2000-09-22T16:17:22Z")
Mine is “The Bells” by E. A. Poe I Hear the sledges with the bells- Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells- From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. II Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight! From the molten-golden notes, And an in tune, What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon! Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells,bells, Bells, bells, bells- To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells! III Hear the loud alarum bells- Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire, Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor, Now- now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows: Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells- Of the bells- Of the bells, bells, bells,bells, Bells, bells, bells- In the clamor and the clangor of the bells! IV Hear the tolling of the bells- Iron Bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people- ah, the people- They that dwell up in the steeple, All Alone And who, tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone- They are neither man nor woman- They are neither brute nor human- They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells! And his merry bosom swells With the paean of the bells! And he dances, and he yells; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the paean of the bells- Of the bells: Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the throbbing of the bells- Of the bells, bells, bells- To the sobbing of the bells; Keeping time, time, time, As he knells, knells, knells, In a happy Runic rhyme, To the rolling of the bells- Of the bells, bells, bells: To the tolling of the bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells- Bells, bells, bells- To the moaning and the groaning of the bells. rjk - you’re not the only one who liked that poem: [![](http://www.pre-raphaelites.com/paintings/cowper/cowper1.jpg) ](http://www.pre-raphaelites.com/paintings/cowper/cowper1.jpg) [![](http://www.pre-raphaelites.com/paintings/dicksee/dicksee1.jpg) ](http://www.pre-raphaelites.com/paintings/dicksee/dicksee1.jpg) [![](http://www.pre-raphaelites.com/paintings/waterhouse/waterhouse30.jpg) ](http://www.pre-raphaelites.com/paintings/waterhouse/waterhouse30.jpg) And one for Falcon: [![](http://www.pre-raphaelites.com/paintings/waterhouse/waterhouse22.jpg) ](http://www.pre-raphaelites.com/paintings/waterhouse/waterhouse22.jpg) ---
**Author:** ![Falcon](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/f/49beb7/32.png) [@Falcon](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Falcon)\ **Post date:** [September 22, 2000, 4:23pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/whats-your-favourite-poem/34041/32 "2000-09-22T16:23:06Z")
Zy - I’ve seen that one…Waterhouse did 3 paintings of that poem. Have them all saved on my hard drive. 🙂 ---
**Author:** ![Ukulele\_Ike](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/u/df788c/32.png) [@Ukulele\_Ike](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Ukulele_Ike)\ **Post date:** [September 22, 2000, 4:24pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/whats-your-favourite-poem/34041/33 "2000-09-22T16:24:09Z")
When Mr. Apollinax visited the United States His laughter tinkled among the teacups. I thought of Fragilion, that shy figure among the birch-trees, And of Priapus in the shrubbery Gaping at the lady in the swing. In the palace of Mrs. Phlaccus, at Professor Channing-Cheetah’s He laughed like an irresponsible foetus. His laughter was submarine and profound Like the old man of the sea’s Hidden under coral islands Where worried bodies of drowned men drift down in the green silence, Dropping from fingers of surf. I looked for the head of Mr. Apollinax rolling under a chair Or grinning over a screen With seaweed in its hair. I heard the beat of centaur’s hoofs over the hard turf As his dry and passionate talk devoured the afternoon. “He is a charming man”—“But after all what did he mean?”— “His pointed ears… He must be unbalanced,”— “There was something he said that I might have challenged.” Of dowager Mrs. Phlaccus, and Professor and Mrs. Cheetah I remember a slice of lemon, and a bitten macaroon. – T.S. Eliot (I love this poem because I’ve always identified with Mr. Apollinax. Okay, not really. Just say that I aspire to Apollinaxhood.) ---
**Author:** ![Johnny\_L.A](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/johnny_l.a/32/1084_2.png) [@Johnny\_L.A](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Johnny_L.A)\ **Post date:** [September 22, 2000, 4:37pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/whats-your-favourite-poem/34041/34 "2000-09-22T16:37:02Z")
**Zyada** , I read _The Bells_ in my speech class. I _should_ have done _The Raven_, but someone else was already doing it… badly. I started out softly, like the silver bells. Then I grew maniacal at the brazen bells, and ominous at the iron bells. The prof said I was too quiet at the beginning, but was more audible at the end. He didn’t get it. I think he was used to people “just reading” dramatic readings instead of _reading_ them. When I had finished, I did see some awed faces in the class, and at the break a couple of my classmates told me they were “blown away” (hey, it was the 80s!) by my reading of _The Bells_. But I still regret not doing _The Raven_. ---
**Author:** ![pluto](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/p/f08c70/32.png) [@pluto](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/pluto)\ **Post date:** [September 22, 2000, 4:39pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/whats-your-favourite-poem/34041/35 "2000-09-22T16:39:36Z")
My favorite poem, among many, is “The Buried Life”, by Matthew Arnold, which is too long to quote here. A close second is the following: > [@](#): > > The Windhover > To Christ our Lord > > I caught this morning morning’s minion, king- > dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding > Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding > High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing > In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, > As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding > Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding > Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing! > > Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here > Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion > Times told lovelier, more dangerous, o my chevalier! > No wonder of it: sheer plod makes plough down sillion > Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, > Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion. ---
**Author:** ![Saint\_Zero](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/s/c4cdca/32.png) [@Saint\_Zero](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Saint_Zero)\ **Post date:** [September 22, 2000, 5:37pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/whats-your-favourite-poem/34041/36 "2000-09-22T17:37:23Z")
In looking through two or three poets I wanted to quote (Tennyson and Poe, mainly) I found the poem I was looking for. In addition to being one of my favorite westerns, it’s also a poem that one of the characters quotes. So, without further ado… old Edgar Allen himself. ``` ELDORADO. ~~~~~~~~~~ GAILY bedight, A gallant knight, ``` In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. ``` But he grew old — This knight so bold — ``` And o’er his heart a shadow Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado. ``` And, as his strength Failed him at length, ``` He met a pilgrim shadow — “Shadow,” said he, “Where can it be — This land of Eldorado ?” ``` "Over the Mountains Of the Moon, ``` Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride," The shade replied, — “If you seek for Eldorado !” ---
**Author:** ![CalMeacham](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/calmeacham/32/35_2.png) [@CalMeacham](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/CalMeacham)\ **Post date:** [September 22, 2000, 5:47pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/whats-your-favourite-poem/34041/37 "2000-09-22T17:47:13Z")
My favorites are epics – The Iliad, The Odyssey, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. But they’re too damn long to post here. I liker the Robert Fitzgerald translations, although Fagles is beginning to grow on me. Richmond Lattimore’s translations remind me of the ones I did in high school. And if you want weird look up Christopher Logue’s translation of one of the books of the Iliad (“The Patrocleia”). ---
**Author:** ![WIGGUM](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/w/ce7236/32.png) [@WIGGUM](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/WIGGUM)\ **Post date:** [September 22, 2000, 6:10pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/whats-your-favourite-poem/34041/38 "2000-09-22T18:10:38Z")
This one always gives me goosebumps. I have a poster of this on my wall in my classroom. If ~~ If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”; If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And - which is more - you’ll be a Man my son! Rudyard Kipling ---
**Author:** ![Vestal\_Blue](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/v/5e9695/32.png) [@Vestal\_Blue](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Vestal_Blue)\ **Post date:** [September 22, 2000, 7:04pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/whats-your-favourite-poem/34041/39 "2000-09-22T19:04:23Z")
> [@](#): > > \*Originally posted by Johnny L.A. > [B > Okay, keeping with the theme of the OP, I also like _High Flight_ by John Gillespie Magee, Jr. I have to. I’m a pilot. > > \*\* Oh wow; This one is definitely in my top ten, even if the story of Magee is tragic. He got to touch the face of God sooner than he probably would have liked. A certain painting of a Spitfire always brings this poem to mind, and vice versa. Thanks to all who have posted! This is wonderful! Keep it up. ---
**Author:** ![Vestal\_Blue](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/v/5e9695/32.png) [@Vestal\_Blue](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Vestal_Blue)\ **Post date:** [September 22, 2000, 7:05pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/whats-your-favourite-poem/34041/40 "2000-09-22T19:05:53Z")
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