hey y'all, what's your favourite poems? mine is probubly wilfred owen's Parable of the Old Men and the Young
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned both of them together,
Issac, the first-born spake and said, My Father,
Behold the preparations, the fire and iron,
But where the lamb for this burnt offering?
Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps,
And builded parapets and trenches there.
And stretched forth the knife to slay his son.
When lo! an angel called him out of heaven,
Saying, Lay not a hand upon the lad,
Neither do anything to him. Behold,
A ram, caught in a thicket by its horns;
Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him.
But the old man would not do so, but slew his son,
And half the seed of Europe, one by one.
tis a great poem!
but when it comes to reading one out loud, dulce et decorum est is beautiful! you can do so much with it! (poetry isn't for reading into yourself-it's for reading out loud...for enjoying!)
Originally posted by geniuslovely. I love Owen's work. So tragic and beautiful. ALl the poets of WWI share that tragic mood. So many of the poets themselves died during the war, at such a young age. This is some of the best anti-war literature there is.
hey y'all, what's your favourite poems? mine is probubly wilfred owen's Parable of the Old Men and the Young
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned both of them tog ...[text shortened]... reading into yourself-it's for reading out loud...for enjoying!)
I love the works of W. B. Yeats. My favorite poem of his is :
HE MOURNS FOR THE CHANGE THAT HAS COME UPON HIM AND HIS BELOVED, AND LONGS FOR THE END OF THE WORLD
by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
O you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?
I have been changed to a hound with one red ear;
I have been in the Path of Stones and the Wood of Thorns,
For somebody hid hatred and hope and desire and fear
Under my feet that they follow you night and day.
A man with a hazel wand came without sound;
He changed me suddenly; I was looking another way;
And now my calling is but the calling of a hound;
And Time and Birth and Change are hurrying by.
I would that the Boar without bristles had come from the West
And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky
And lay in the darkness, grunting, and turning to his rest.
I have done it again, one year in every ten I manage it
A sort of walking miracle, my skin bright as a nazi lampshade
My face a featureless fine jew linen
Peel of the napkin o mine enemy, do i terrify?
can you deny, the nose, the eyepits, the full set of teeth
The sour breath will vanish in a day
Soon soon the flesh the grave cave ate will be at home on me
and I a smiling woman, like the cat I have 9 times to die
this is number three...
Originally posted by Alpha10He happens to be one of my favorites too.
The following is a poem by one of my favorites, Marshall Mathers
Could you please explain why you chose these
particular verses, what you think Mathers is
trying to say, and what in particular you like
about them. Is it the dirty words?
Dr. Cribs
Originally posted by CribsI've already said this, but, I like rap MOSTLY for the beats, but I happen to like Eminem the most because he says stuff you'll never hear anybody else say.
He happens to be one of my favorites too.
Could you please explain why you chose these
particular verses, what you think Mathers is
trying to say, and what in particular you like
about them. Is it the dirty words?
Dr. Cribs
