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What's your favorite poem to read when you're feeling down?

Unread postPosted: 11 October 2019, 17:45
by CaptDunsel91
I'm probably going out on a limb here, but I just wondered if any of you enjoy an occasional poem. I'm partial to The Brook (Tennyson), or The More Loving One (Auden), myself.

I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,

And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silvery waterbreak
Above the golden gravel,

And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

Re: What's your favorite poem to read when you're feeling down?

Unread postPosted: 11 October 2019, 18:16
by Jzone
CaptDunsel91 wrote:I'm probably going out on a limb here, but I just wondered if any of you enjoy an occasional poem.
It's a good, solid limb to be out on. I love a good poem, and this one is good to lift my spirits. It has some similarities to your choice by Tennyson.

The Road To Anywhere
Bert Leston Taylor

Across the places deep and dim,
And places brown and bare,
It reaches to the planet's rim
The Road to Anywhere.

Now east is east, and west is west,
But north lies in between,
And he is blest whose feet have pressed
The road that's cool and green.

The road of roads for them that dare
The lightest whim obey,
To follow where the moose or bear
Has brushed his headlong way.

The secrets that these tangles house
Are step by step revealed,
While to the sun the grass and boughs
A store of odors yield.

More sweet these odors in the sun
Than swim in chemist's jars;
And when the fragrant day is done —
Night and a shoal of stars.

Oh, east is east, and west is west,
But north lies full and fair;
And blest is he who follows free
The Road to Anywhere.

Re: What's your favorite poem to read when you're feeling down?

Unread postPosted: 11 October 2019, 18:31
by CaptDunsel91
Great poem, thank you for sharing. :thumbsup: I'll have to check out more of Bert's work.

Re: What's your favorite poem to read when you're feeling down?

Unread postPosted: 11 October 2019, 21:24
by Jzone
CaptDunsel91 wrote:Great poem, thank you for sharing. :thumbsup: I'll have to check out more of Bert's work.

He was a character, and he signed his work "B.L.T." Who doesn't like a good BLT?

Re: What's your favorite poem to read when you're feeling down?

Unread postPosted: 11 October 2019, 21:42
by CaptDunsel91
I can't believe I didn't notice that, and now I'm hungry lol

Re: What's your favorite poem to read when you're feeling down?

Unread postPosted: 25 October 2019, 12:20
by Subra
The Cloths of Heaven by W.B.Yeats

Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light;
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Re: What's your favorite poem to read when you're feeling down?

Unread postPosted: 3 November 2019, 14:15
by Cali Ed
I feel like others' tragedy and suffering is a great pick-me-up. Today sucked, but at least I didn't die in a boating tragedy or get locked in an asylum. So maybe something from one of my favorites, like Thomas Hardy or Anne Sexton ...


The Convergence of the Twain
BY THOMAS HARDY
(Lines on the loss of the "Titanic")

I
In a solitude of the sea
Deep from human vanity,
And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she.

II
Steel chambers, late the pyres
Of her salamandrine fires,
Cold currents thrid, and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres.

III
Over the mirrors meant
To glass the opulent
The sea-worm crawls — grotesque, slimed, dumb, indifferent.

IV
Jewels in joy designed
To ravish the sensuous mind
Lie lightless, all their sparkles bleared and black and blind.

V
Dim moon-eyed fishes near
Gaze at the gilded gear
And query: "What does this vaingloriousness down here?" ...

VI
Well: while was fashioning
This creature of cleaving wing,
The Immanent Will that stirs and urges everything

VII
Prepared a sinister mate
For her — so gaily great —
A Shape of Ice, for the time far and dissociate.

VIII
And as the smart ship grew
In stature, grace, and hue,
In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too.

IX
Alien they seemed to be;
No mortal eye could see
The intimate welding of their later history,

X
Or sign that they were bent
By paths coincident
On being anon twin halves of one august event,

XI
Till the Spinner of the Years
Said "Now!" And each one hears,
And consummation comes, and jars two hemispheres.


OR

You, Doctor Martin
By Anne Sexton

You, Doctor Martin, walk
from breakfast to madness. Late August,
I speed through the antiseptic tunnel
where the moving dead still talk
of pushing their bones against the thrust
of cure. And I am queen of this summer hotel
or the laughing bee on a stalk

of death. We stand in broken
lines and wait while they unlock
the doors and count us at the frozen gates
of dinner. The shibboleth is spoken
and we move to gravy in our smock
of smiles. We chew in rows, our plates
scratch and whine like chalk

in school. There are no knives
for cutting your throat. I make
moccasins all morning. At first my hands
kept empty, unraveled for the lives
they used to work. Now I learn to take
them back, each angry finger that demands
I mend what another will break

tomorrow. Of course, I love you;
you lean above the plastic sky,
god of our block, prince of all the foxes.
The breaking crowns are new
that Jack wore.
Your third eye
moves among us and lights the separate boxes
where we sleep or cry.

What large children we are
here. All over I grow most tall
in the best ward. Your business is people,
you call at the madhouse, an oracular
eye in our nest. Out in the hall
the intercom pages you. You twist in the pull
of the foxy children who fall

like floods of life in frost.
And we are magic talking to itself,
noisy and alone. I am queen of all my sins
forgotten. Am I still lost?
Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself,
counting this row and that row of moccasins
waiting on the silent shelf.

Re: What's your favorite poem to read when you're feeling down?

Unread postPosted: 3 November 2019, 14:27
by Dextroque
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