This week's question is:
What is your favorite poem and why?
I don't know why, but I like the poem Remember by Christina Rossetti.
I suppose it had something to do with the fact that it talks about moving on and not to be sad about one's passing. While the poem is morbid in nature, it does have a rather positive spin on death. Maybe it was due to the fact that I was getting out of William Butler Yeats phase and needed something a little more positive spin on things. It was also just a poem that appealed to me in general.
Another poem I particularly like is Dylan Thomas' poem, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night. I honestly don't know why I like, but probably because its one of the first pieces of poetry that I read that wasn't a typical romantic poem. It sort of goes against of how poetry should be and expresses how many people really feel about death and that we try to fight death as much as possible and deny its existence for ourselves.
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How can one forget that Dylan Thomas' poem?!
Being a poet, I can’t imagine my life without poetry. I live and breath it. I have loved to read a lot of poets and poetry over the years and still find something new every day. I have gone through phases liking, poets, and moving over to the the next. So many yet to read.
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Dylan Thomas, fantastic choice, not sure I understood "It sort of goes against of how poetry should be" as I'm not convinced that poetry should be anything, but what it is, . Unless I'm being really stupid & you're referring to a historical context. I like the idea expressed with the denial of mortality & in that vein
The Force that through the green fuse drives the flower.---Dylan Thomas.
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the root of trees
is my destroyer.
And i am dumb to tell the crooked rose
my youth is bent by the same wintry fever
The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
turns mine to wax.
and I am to dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.
The hand that whirls the water in the pool
stirs the quicksand;that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I an dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangmans lime.
The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
love drips & gathers, but the fallen blood
shall calm her sores.
And I am to dumb to tell a weather's wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.
And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.
Two great picks! You've just reminded me how much I love Goblin Market by Rossetti.
My favorites are very random: Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley and Jaberwocky by Lewis Carrol, the Bells by Edgar Allan Poe and The Fairies by William Allingham and the awesome My Mistress Eyes are Nothing Like the Sun (Sonnet 130)by my boy William :)
-Kate the Book Buff
Dylan Thomas. Yes! Great choice.
Here's my post: http://readerbuzz.blogspot.com/2010/12/literary-blog-hop-favorite-poem.html
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