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Favorite Poetry Book?
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Favorite Poetry Book?
Post Number:#1 
by Terri2 » 06 Feb 2007, 14:36
What's your favorite poetry book? Why? Can you post a sample poem from the book?
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Post Number:#2 by daclawson2 » 07 Feb 2007, 20:14
I would say for nostalgia that my favorite is Carl Sandburg - Chicago Poems.
but lately i have read John Berryman's 77 Dream Songs which is really good and Cate Marvin's Worlds Tallest Disaster fro class. They are very intriguing books. It's really hard sometimes to read them as complete books rather than selected poems but that is the challenge i suppose.
but lately i have read John Berryman's 77 Dream Songs which is really good and Cate Marvin's Worlds Tallest Disaster fro class. They are very intriguing books. It's really hard sometimes to read them as complete books rather than selected poems but that is the challenge i suppose.
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Post Number:#3 by msstroda » 15 Feb 2007, 14:49
My favorite poetry book is one of my own. It has poems by myself as well as other members of my family, including my mom who passed away in December 2004 of cancer. Here is a poem from 'Season To Season A Poetry Potpourri Volume Two' which is available at http://www.lulu.com/micksmix
Flying
watching the trees gently swaying
in the soft spring breeze,
she wondered if she could fly,
she went to the top of the house
and jumped.
NO,
she cannot.
Copyright ?2003 Mickey L. Stroda
Flying
watching the trees gently swaying
in the soft spring breeze,
she wondered if she could fly,
she went to the top of the house
and jumped.
NO,
she cannot.
Copyright ?2003 Mickey L. Stroda
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Post Number:#4 by Niphredil » 22 Mar 2007, 07:39
My all time favourite poetry book would be Sylvia Plath's collected poems, which I try to take with me everywhere. Ironically, I don't have it with me right now 
. But one of my favourite poems from is it Child:
Your clear eye is the one absolutly beautiful thing
I want to fill it with colour and ducks
The zoo of the new
Whose names you meditate
April snowdrop, indian pipe
Little
Stalk without wrinkles
Pool in which images
Should be grand and classical
Not this troubulous
Wringing of hands
This celing without a star.
Other than that I usualy read 100 Poems by 100 Poets, just cause although the poets in it are the usual, it isnt their best known poems.
. But one of my favourite poems from is it Child:
Your clear eye is the one absolutly beautiful thing
I want to fill it with colour and ducks
The zoo of the new
Whose names you meditate
April snowdrop, indian pipe
Little
Stalk without wrinkles
Pool in which images
Should be grand and classical
Not this troubulous
Wringing of hands
This celing without a star.
Other than that I usualy read 100 Poems by 100 Poets, just cause although the poets in it are the usual, it isnt their best known poems.
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Post Number:#5 by ClickForth » 22 Mar 2007, 17:49
David Berman Actual Air
Here are two excerpted parts of "Governors on Sominex"
It had been four days of no weather
as if nature had conceded its genius to the indoors.
They'd closed down the Bureau of Sad Endings
and my wife sat on the couch and read the paper out loud.
The evening edition carried the magic death of a child
backlit by a construction site sunrise on its front page.
I kept my back to her and fingered the items on the mantle.
Souvenirs only reminded you of buying them.
_________________________________________
Hedges formed the long limousine a Tampa sky could die behind.
A sailor stood on the wharf with a clipper ship
reflected on the skin of the bell pepper he held.
He'd had mouthwash at the inn and could still feel
the ice blue carbon pinwheels spinning in his mouth.
There were no new ways to understand the world,
only new days to set our understandings against.
Through the lanes came virgins in tennis shoes,
their hair shining like videotape,
singing us into a kind of sleep we hadn't tried yet.
Each page was a new chance to understand the last.
And somehow the sea was always there to make you feel stupid.
Here are two excerpted parts of "Governors on Sominex"
It had been four days of no weather
as if nature had conceded its genius to the indoors.
They'd closed down the Bureau of Sad Endings
and my wife sat on the couch and read the paper out loud.
The evening edition carried the magic death of a child
backlit by a construction site sunrise on its front page.
I kept my back to her and fingered the items on the mantle.
Souvenirs only reminded you of buying them.
_________________________________________
Hedges formed the long limousine a Tampa sky could die behind.
A sailor stood on the wharf with a clipper ship
reflected on the skin of the bell pepper he held.
He'd had mouthwash at the inn and could still feel
the ice blue carbon pinwheels spinning in his mouth.
There were no new ways to understand the world,
only new days to set our understandings against.
Through the lanes came virgins in tennis shoes,
their hair shining like videotape,
singing us into a kind of sleep we hadn't tried yet.
Each page was a new chance to understand the last.
And somehow the sea was always there to make you feel stupid.
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Post Number:#7 by Inkling » 07 May 2008, 07:12
For sentimental reasons (an 18th birthday present from my Grandmother), 1884 elephant folio edition of The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream, not only plan, but also believe.
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Post Number:#8 by blue_doona32 » 29 Jun 2008, 17:14
Four Season by Robert Frost
I think that is the title of the book. My favorite is "The Road Not Taken"
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
This poem is really a simple one, but it just shows how you can write about the beauty of anything...like choosing a road to travel one.
I think that is the title of the book. My favorite is "The Road Not Taken"
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
This poem is really a simple one, but it just shows how you can write about the beauty of anything...like choosing a road to travel one.
the difference between the right word and the almost right is really a large matter. It is the difference between the lightning bug and the lightning ~Mark Twain
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Post Number:#11 by stbernard4 » 03 Sep 2008, 13:04
My favorite would have to be "Verses that Hurt" by the PoemFone Poets.
More specifically I enjoyed Emily XYZ. She has a very controversial poem called "Brother Sister Self".
In another one of her poems she has a line that really struck me, as I was on the plane when I read it:
"Flying is fragile / held up by faith and machinery" - Emily XYZ
More specifically I enjoyed Emily XYZ. She has a very controversial poem called "Brother Sister Self".
In another one of her poems she has a line that really struck me, as I was on the plane when I read it:
"Flying is fragile / held up by faith and machinery" - Emily XYZ
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Post Number:#12 by Walktherain » 07 Sep 2008, 01:13
My newest favorite book of poetry is She by Saul Williams.
Here's one of his poems from the book.
i presented
my feminine side
with flowers
she cut the stems
and placed them gently
down my throat
and these tu lips
might soon eclipse
your brightest hopes
Here's one of his poems from the book.
i presented
my feminine side
with flowers
she cut the stems
and placed them gently
down my throat
and these tu lips
might soon eclipse
your brightest hopes
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