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Thursday, March 08, 2007


Walt Whitman; Henry Wadsworth Longfellow; Robert Burns; Edgar Allan Poe...

Has a poem ever grabbed you with such interest you would read it over and over, even try and memorize a few lines - and you would recognize it immediately if the subject came up over casual conversation - so many out there -

One of my favorites - by Walt Whitman:

Oh Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

Seveal more verses complete this one, and you may remember it from the movie "Dead Poets Society".

Ok you literary people - What have you got??


Blogger grasshopper said...

You got me there now. Poetry huh? Not my best but I’ll come up with something.
“I’ll be back” (terminator)...Later
G/H :-))

5:21 PM, March 08, 2007  
Blogger ANNA-LYS said...

I Love Poetry!
Sometimes I can be caught in one because it express my "Inner World" at the moment. As the one I have right now at my site. No matter IF it is a wellknown author or not. I write myself too, but, as I said its for myself :-)

(( hugs ))

3:50 AM, March 09, 2007  
Blogger Mother Mary Carol Anne said...

Anna-lys -
"Slayer of The Winter -
Art thou here again..."
Absolutely beautiful ...
Robert Service is one of Canada's best known and most loved poet -
I love this one ...
Just think!some night the stars will gleam
Upon a cold,grey stone,
And trace a name with silver beam,
And lo! 'twill be your own.
The night is speeding on to greet
Your epitaphic rhyme.
Your life is but a little beat
Within the heart of Time.
A little gain, a little pain.
A laugh, lest you may moan;
A little blame, a little fame,
A star-gleam on a stone.
I find this beautiful, tho some may think of it as morbid.

11:29 AM, March 09, 2007  
Blogger Nicole said...

One of my all time favourites is Nature's First Green Is Gold
Her Hardest Hue To Hold
Her Early Leafs a Flower
But Only For An Hour
Then Leaf Subsides To Leaf
And Eden Sank To Grief
And Dawn Goes Down To Day
Nothing Gold Can Stay

MMCA, I made a thread in regards to 3 high school honour students who were suspended for reading a section of a certain monologue. Even though they were asked to read it but instructed to leave out the key word, I stand in support of these women.
Women should never be embarassed about parts of their bodies.
If you click over and at the top of my thread click Saskboy, you can read the whole story at his blog.

Take care, hope you have been well and not getting too frazelled with your classes!!!

12:15 PM, March 09, 2007  
Blogger FANCY said...

I think I use the music and I can find my poetry. I have read something of Phil Bosman...unfortunately only in Swedish,I can trye to translate the beginning. "Hello dear neighbour! Take the time to be happy, you are a vagrant miracle on earth.You are superb, especial and irrecoverable. Dont you know that? Why are you not speechless!" That is the begining.

4:58 PM, March 11, 2007  
Blogger Mother Mary Carol Anne said...

That sounds inspirational - one with meaning -
Here's one by Carl Sandburg that has me thinking - "GRASS"

'Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under, and let me work -
I am the grass; I cover all.

And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under, and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor
What place is this?
Where are we now?

I am the grass.
Let me work.

Now - that makes a statement, and while it does not leave one with
good vibes, it needs to be said!
What do you think of it???

1:23 PM, March 12, 2007  
Blogger Mother Mary Carol Anne said...

Hi Nicole -
Well, that is a great poem, I do like it - there is so much talent out there - what happened to me??
And I did look into the 'vagina' dispute, and cannot believe that could happen, in our liberated society. What did they want 'it' called? Have we really 'come a long way, baby'?

1:28 PM, March 12, 2007  
Blogger grasshopper said...

Sorry for disappointing you but the last time I read some poems was in my school days. The ones I sill have in my mind are in Serbian language and almost impossible to translate.:-(

12:55 AM, March 14, 2007  
Blogger Mother Mary Carol Anne said...

Doesn't anyone like my "GRASS" poem -
I think it so meaningful - where are all you scholars?
I'm disappointed'


1:22 AM, March 24, 2007  
Blogger NB said...

Hallo! Pig? And 101 years? Find no match.
I think I've heard Carl Sandburg himself read that poem. He had a sexy voice, indeed. I might be unable pasting this link, but here is the URL, anyway:
if someone cares for héaring his voice.


2:59 PM, March 27, 2007  

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