Poetry
Mon Jun 24, 2013 2:56 pm
Might be a long shot, but anyone into poetry?
I think it's massively underrated as an art form. I'd go as far as to say that some poems have changed my life.
My favourite poet is John Keats. My mother thinks he's too flowery and rambling- she prefers Kipling, who I just can't 'get'. That's one of the beautiful things about poetry- it's so personal.
Anyway. Here's a few I'd like to share:
My number one. I read this whenever I'm feeling down. It's amazing. Ode on Melacholy by Keats
This is an intriguting, simple poem that seems to resonate for a lot of people- Wild Geese by Mary Oliver. It's not one of my favourites but it seems to be quite refreshing.
Absolutely adore this by Bukowski.
Let me know if you have any poems that are special to you
I think it's massively underrated as an art form. I'd go as far as to say that some poems have changed my life.
My favourite poet is John Keats. My mother thinks he's too flowery and rambling- she prefers Kipling, who I just can't 'get'. That's one of the beautiful things about poetry- it's so personal.
Anyway. Here's a few I'd like to share:
My number one. I read this whenever I'm feeling down. It's amazing. Ode on Melacholy by Keats
This is an intriguting, simple poem that seems to resonate for a lot of people- Wild Geese by Mary Oliver. It's not one of my favourites but it seems to be quite refreshing.
Absolutely adore this by Bukowski.
Let me know if you have any poems that are special to you
Re: Poetry
Mon Jul 08, 2013 4:45 pm
I can relate to this poem so well:
TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME.
by Robert Herrick
GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying :
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer ;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may go marry :
For having lost but once your prime
You may for ever tarry.
TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME.
by Robert Herrick
GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying :
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer ;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may go marry :
For having lost but once your prime
You may for ever tarry.