“What’s your favorite poem? (And if you don’t have one, why?)”

The prompt for June 2 of NaBloPoMo is as follows:

What’s your favorite poem? (And if you don’t have one, why?)

And I say “I have to pick one?” I have at least two I’ve blogged about previously (back when I was trying to be deep and thoughtful) —  “Chicago” by Carl Sandburg and William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 31.

But there are more favorites! So many more. Not enough because I don’t read enough poetry. I don’t think I read enough, period, and you can feel free to blame television for that. I know I do.

Choose Something Like A Star
Robert Frost

O Star (the fairest one in sight),
We grant your loftiness the right
To some obscurity of cloud —
It will not do to say of night,
Since dark is what brings out your light.
Some mystery becomes the proud.
But to be wholly taciturn
In your reserve is not allowed.

Say something to us we can learn
By heart and when alone repeat.
Say something! And it says “I burn.”
But say with what degree of heat.
Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade.
Use language we can comprehend.
Tell us what elements you blend.

It gives us strangely little aid,
But does tell something in the end.
And steadfast as Keats’ Eremite,
Not even stooping from its sphere,
It asks a little of us here.
It asks of us a certain height,
So when at times the mob is swayed
To carry praise or blame too far,
We may choose something like a star
To stay our minds on and be staid.

Did you know this sounds awesome when sung? Check it out:

The other poem:

The Windhover
Gerard Manley Hopkins

To Christ Our Lord

I CAUGHT this morning morning’s minion, king-
dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird,—the achieve of; the mastery of the thing!

Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!

No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.


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One response to ““What’s your favorite poem? (And if you don’t have one, why?)”

  1. Totally tempted to join the fray since I posted minutes before midnight yesterday BUT running myself ragged posting every day would not be practicing self-care. But I will have to get down with this the next time it rolls around…Soon come!

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