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What Poems stick out in your mind?
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One poem that I will never forget is "Dulce Et Decorum Est" by Wilfred Owen. I read it while in year 6 at school so aged 10-11. Has stayed with me ever since xx
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The lady of Shalott. It's the first poem I read at a very young age and understood which first highlighted that I had a bit of a nak with this reading and writing lark. It was one of those parents/teachers that come in to classes sometimes and if you've been good, you're allowed to go hang out with them and play with the toys or do pictures... this one just chose to have us read out a bit of this poem. They came back and gave me a postcard of the picture as I liked it so much :c)
THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE
By William Butler Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
1892
By William Butler Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
1892
Leisure.
What is this life if full of care
We have no time to stand & stare
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see when woods we pass
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass
No time to see in broad daylight
Streams full of stars like skies at night
No time to turn beauty's glance
And watch her feet how they can dance
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began
A poor life this if full of care
We have no time to stand and stare.
What is this life if full of care
We have no time to stand & stare
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see when woods we pass
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass
No time to see in broad daylight
Streams full of stars like skies at night
No time to turn beauty's glance
And watch her feet how they can dance
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began
A poor life this if full of care
We have no time to stand and stare.
This one I found recently and sent to a certain ABer as a small memory. It's a beautiful poem however and was the basis to a Disney lyric. I don't know who adapted it from I think it was Bob Dylan. I played around with it slightly......
Somewhere out there,
beneath the AB pale moon light
Someone's thinking of you
and loving you tonight.
Somewhere out there,
someone in AB is saying a prayer
That you'll find one another
in that big somewhere out there.
And even though he knows
how very far apart you are
It helps to think you might be wishing
on the same bright star.
And when the night wind
starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think that you are sleeping
underneath the same big sky.
Somewhere out there
if love can see you through
Then you'll be both together,
Somewhere out there,
Out where dreams come true.
Somewhere out there,
beneath the AB pale moon light
Someone's thinking of you
and loving you tonight.
Somewhere out there,
someone in AB is saying a prayer
That you'll find one another
in that big somewhere out there.
And even though he knows
how very far apart you are
It helps to think you might be wishing
on the same bright star.
And when the night wind
starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think that you are sleeping
underneath the same big sky.
Somewhere out there
if love can see you through
Then you'll be both together,
Somewhere out there,
Out where dreams come true.
'How they brought the good news from Ghent to Aix' by Robert Browning.
We covered it at the school I have the fondest memories of - Lyndhurst (prep) School in Camberley.
One thing I remember that's stuck in my head
Is the 'galloping' rhythm it carries when read !
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he;
I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three;
"Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew;
"Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through;
Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest,
And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace
Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place;
I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight,
Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right,
Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit,
Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
'Twas moonset at starting; but while we drew near
Lokeren, the cocks crew and twilight dawned clear;
At Boom, a great yellow star came out to see;
At Duffeld, 'twas morning as plain as could be;
And from Mecheln church-steeple we heard the half-chime,
So Joris broke silence with, "Yet there is time!"
At Aerschot, up leaped of a sudden the sun,
And against him the cattle stood black every one,
To stare through the mist at us galloping past,
And I saw my stout galloper Roland at last,
With resolute shoulders, each butting away
The haze, as some bluff river headland its spray:
And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back
For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track;
And one eye's black intelligence, -ever that glance
O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance!
And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon
His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on.
By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur!
Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her,
We'll remember at Aix" -for one heard the quick wheeze
Of her chest, saw the stretched neck and staggering knees,
And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank,
As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank.
So, we were left galloping, Joris and I,
Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky;
The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh,
'Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff;
Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white,
And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!"
"How they'll greet us!" -and all in a moment his roan
Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone;
And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight
Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate,
With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim,
And with circles of red for his eye-socket's rim.
Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall,
Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all,
Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear,
Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer;
Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good,
Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood.
And all I remember is -friends flocking round
As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground;
And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine,
As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine,
Which (the burgesses voted by common consent)
Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.
We covered it at the school I have the fondest memories of - Lyndhurst (prep) School in Camberley.
One thing I remember that's stuck in my head
Is the 'galloping' rhythm it carries when read !
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he;
I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three;
"Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew;
"Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through;
Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest,
And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace
Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place;
I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight,
Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right,
Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit,
Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
'Twas moonset at starting; but while we drew near
Lokeren, the cocks crew and twilight dawned clear;
At Boom, a great yellow star came out to see;
At Duffeld, 'twas morning as plain as could be;
And from Mecheln church-steeple we heard the half-chime,
So Joris broke silence with, "Yet there is time!"
At Aerschot, up leaped of a sudden the sun,
And against him the cattle stood black every one,
To stare through the mist at us galloping past,
And I saw my stout galloper Roland at last,
With resolute shoulders, each butting away
The haze, as some bluff river headland its spray:
And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back
For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track;
And one eye's black intelligence, -ever that glance
O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance!
And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon
His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on.
By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur!
Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her,
We'll remember at Aix" -for one heard the quick wheeze
Of her chest, saw the stretched neck and staggering knees,
And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank,
As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank.
So, we were left galloping, Joris and I,
Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky;
The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh,
'Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff;
Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white,
And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!"
"How they'll greet us!" -and all in a moment his roan
Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone;
And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight
Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate,
With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim,
And with circles of red for his eye-socket's rim.
Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall,
Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all,
Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear,
Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer;
Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good,
Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood.
And all I remember is -friends flocking round
As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground;
And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine,
As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine,
Which (the burgesses voted by common consent)
Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.
I Remember, I Remember
by Thomas Hood
I remember, I remember,
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day,
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away!
But as a child I only knew it as (because my Dad used to say)
I remember, I remember the house where i was born
The little spiky railing where I got mi britches torn .............
by Thomas Hood
I remember, I remember,
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day,
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away!
But as a child I only knew it as (because my Dad used to say)
I remember, I remember the house where i was born
The little spiky railing where I got mi britches torn .............
The Donkey - G K Chesterton
(one that I can recite by heart - after all these years lol)
When fishes flew and forests walked
and figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood,
then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry
and ears like errant wings
The devils walking parody
on all four footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour,
one far fierce hour and sweet,
There was a shout about my ears
and palms before my feet.
(one that I can recite by heart - after all these years lol)
When fishes flew and forests walked
and figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood,
then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry
and ears like errant wings
The devils walking parody
on all four footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour,
one far fierce hour and sweet,
There was a shout about my ears
and palms before my feet.
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