Saturday, February 23, 2008

Poetry-But Not My Own

Its like 3 am right now and I had a sudden urge to Google poetry. What's wrong with me?
Anyway, I'm basically useless when it comes to poetry, which I guess makes me better at appreciating it. I've been reading a lot of books lately with some famous poets mentioned in them or with bits of their poems in the beginning. So I decided I would post them here for your reading pleasure :D

The second half of this poem, was in the beginning of The Sweet Far Thing by Libba Bray (pretty good book by the way, but I don't like the ending)

The Rose of Battle
W.B. Yeats

Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World!
The tall thought-woven sails, that flap unfurled
Above the tide of hours, trouble the air,
And God's bell buoyed to be the water's care;
While hushed from fear, or loud with hope, a band
With blown, spray-dabbled hair gather at hand.
Turn if you may from battles never done,
I call, as they go by me one by one,
Danger no refuge holds, and war no peace,
For him who hears love sing and never cease,
Beside her clean-swept hearth, her quiet shade:
But gather all for whom no love hath made
A woven silence, or but came to cast
A song into the air, and singing passed
To smile on the pale dawn; and gather you
Who have sought more than is in rain or dew,
Or in the sun and moon, or on the earth,
Or sighs amid the wandering, starry mirth,
Or comes in laughter from the sea's sad lips,
And wage God's battles in the long grey ships.
The sad, the lonely, the insatiable,
To these Old Night shall all her mystery tell;
God's bell has claimed them by the little cry
Of their sad hearts, that may not live nor die.

Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World!
You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled
Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring
The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
Beauty grown sad with its eternity
Made you of us, and of the dim grey sea.
Our long ships loose thought-woven sails and wait,
For God has bid them share an equal fate;
And when at last, defeated in His wars,
They have gone down under the same white stars,
We shall no longer hear the little cry
Of our sad hearts, that may not live nor die.






This was in the beginning of Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer


Fire and Ice
By: William Blake
Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.





I think this poem was mentioned in Rebel Angels. I really like Edgar Allen Poe a lot, especially two of his other more famous poems the Raven and The Bells.

A Dream Within A Dream
By: Edgar Allen Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?



And while I haven't found these poems in a novel or anything I just really like them. Here's two poems by Emily Dickinson,


Emily Dickinson:

Surgeons must be very careful. When they take the knife!,
Underneath their fine incisions, stirs the Culprit - Life!






Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

Or rather, be passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.

We paused before house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.












Anyone know any other good poems?

4 comments:

Rainbow said...
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mella-marie said...

I like poetry. Its calm. And Shakespearian sonnets.

http://poetry.eserver.org/sonnets/

I'm sure you did fine in your test. I am so bad at geometry. I can only just spell it and not even then.

=D

wOlF said...

i like edgar allen poe, although for years i thought that the mr poe in the lemonysnicket books was secretly him . . . .
i love any poem by spike milligan, some are funny, but he suffered from depression so some are weird and sad.

-Bollie- said...

i like poetry, but same as you i am bad at writing it!

one poem i like very much is Still I Rise by Maya Angelou its really good, and also i like William Blake's London.

Gemzx x