I know there are some poets on the board… and some posters that don’t care for poetry at all. That being said, most people seem to have at least one small passage of poetry that they enjoy, so I’d like to hear yours. I’ll start with two of my favorites:
I know a search that’s useless,
I know a code I don’t hunt for,
I know a face that’s gone
From Sandburg’s You and a Sickle Moon
and
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
From Jarrell’s The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner
The entirety of Wallace Stevens’ Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird, but especially:
VI
Icicles filled the long window With barbaric glass. The shadow of the blackbird Crossed it, to and fro. The mood Traced in the shadow An indecipherable cause.
And:
XIII
It was evening all afternoon. It was snowing And it was going to snow. The blackbird sat In the cedar-limbs.
Speaking of Wallace Stevens, I have no idea what any of it means but I love reciting the first stanza of The Emperor of Ice Cream. The words roll out after each other so nicely and it all sounds so grand!
Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month’s newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
The fog comes on little cat feet
It sits looking over harbor and city
On silent haunches
And then moves on.
– Carl Sandburg
I have a 75 watt, glare-free, long-life,
Harmony House light bulb in my toilet.
I have been living in the same apartment
for over two years now
and that bulb just keeps burning away.
I believe it is fond of me.
– Richard Brautigan
My Mom’s favorite was an excerpt:
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.
Thanks for posting this, I just read the full poem, and there is a real beauty in it. The last stanza is quite poignant, i can see why you selected it.
Since golden October declined into somber November
And the apples were gathered and stored
And the land became brown, sharp points of death in a waste of water and mud.
The new year waits, breathes, waits, whispers in the darkness.
And the poor shall wait for yet another decaying October.
T.S. Eliot, from Murder in the Cathedral.
From memory, so it might not be quoted perfectly. I can never remember if the points are brown sharp or sharp brown…
*For all the fox’s doubling
They track him to his den.
The chase may fill a morning,
Or threescore years and ten.
The huntsman never sated
Screaks to his saddlebow,
“I’ll catch another fox
And put him in a box
And never let him go.” *
There have been no dragons in my life.
Only small spiders, and stepping in gum.
I could have coped with dragons.
–author unknown (I’ve seen it attributed to several)
My favorite poem is “The Children’s Hour” by Alan Moore, but no particular passage sticks out and I don’t think I’m allowed to quote the whole thing.