The Hunchback in the Park by Dylan Thomas: Canto LXXXI by Ezra Pound (recommend reading the lyrics in the description along with it-- by far my favorite section of a poem) What other poets do you guys like?
Can't link it unfortunately. There's a brit on instagram called gortrog9k I believe. He made a really good poem about the cycle of life and accepting your fate. My favorite line is "It comes to me now as blood annoints."
The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner -RANDALL JARRELL From my mother’s sleep I fell into the State, And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze. Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life, I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters. When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
My favourite does shift around, but currently I'd say this one: Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven W. B. Yeats (1865–1939) Had I the heavens' 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. @gordie, did you ever read Jack Schofield's technology column in The Guardian? I met him once and we ended up chatting about poetry. Ezra Pound was his favourite too. Thanks for sharing that clip of Pound reading, it's fantastic. In lighter mood I also love this: Haiku John Cooper Clarke (1949–) Expressing oneself In seventeen syllables Is extremely dif… N.B. It turns out I've misremembered this one, but I prefer the one in my memory to the real version, which is this: To convey one’s mood In seventeen syllables Is very diffic
My first pick is a very obvious pick but there's a reason it's so famous. Ozymandias by Percy Shelley. I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.” I'm also partial to haiku. Here are a couple I like from Basho. On a withered branch A crow is perched An autumn evening Sick on a journey- over parched fields dreams wander on
No I haven't! Yes that is my favorite Ezra Pound poem. That WB Yeats poem you posted-- amazing! I have that saved in my poetry folder now. Thank you so much!
Code: The grass was greener On the other side of the Forest The lecturer warned It wasn’t worth it The symphony played Its tune It’s so green The farmer took his cattle across the shit creek And through the forest The farmer now runs It consumed the cattle It was going to consume him It was up his back and down his spine Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck The shit creek was cumbersome He couldn’t run He could only trudge He never took the time to build a bridge It slithered beneath the shit It wrapped around his boot It yanked The sun rose It vanished The farmer lifted his face up from the shit Free But without his cattle. Something I wrote for a poetry class. Inb4 psued and garbage. Don't care.
Post Looney Tunes clips, then. I love this poem. I know it’s kinda over saturated as inspiration but being real it is fucking inspiring as fuck. I’m phone posting atm bro but I’ll read your poem later.
Okay here we go, not sure if you young ones can fully appreciate this if you've never watched the old Looney Tunes but: