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Poets And Poetry

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  1. satchitananda

    satchitananda Moderator Staff Member IL Hall of Fame

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    "Poetry is words that breathe, and words that burn"
    -Thomas Grey

    Poetry has always been a favourite. I remember our school days when we would be made to memorize poetry. Some of our teachers would explain poems so beautifully that it would paint a word picture in the mind's eye. Once that was done, remembering the word without the pain of having to learn it by rote was no big job. To date, many of the poems we learned then live on verbatim in the mind and tend to surface from time to time.

    I am starting this thread for those of us who love poems and would like to share their favourite poems here. They could include poems for children too.

    I start with one which was taught in Std. VI.

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    The Gymnastic Clock
    -M.C. Davies

    The little clock is friends with me,
    It talks as plain as plain can be,
    And says, each morning as it rises,
    "Now, don't forget your exercises!
    Both hands above your head, you know!
    Then lower them very slowly, so;
    Ho, don't get tired and stop, that way!
    I exercise like this, all day!"
    Right in its face then, I say, "Pooh!
    I wouldn't boast of it, like you,
    But I can swing my arms 'round, too!"
    And so the clock then looks at me,
    And I look back, and I and he
    Each single morning, when we rise,
    Just exercise and exercise!

    Looking forward to reading your favourites.​
     
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  2. jayasala42

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    Madam, Certain poems, we love for rich embellishing expressions and we like certain poems for the sentiments they create in us. When I was in standard 8, my father gave us a book of poems, not by famous poets but by anonymous writers.The poems were not the best in literary point of view.But as you read you break down.
    The name of the poem was 'Two jewels'.I don't remember the exact words. But I can narrate the essence of the poem.


    There was a great philosopher. He was living with his wife and two children in the outskirts of England. Very often he used to go on tours months together for giving lectures on philosophy,return home, spend a day or two with the family, and once again proceed on his mission.He never cared for his family.
    On one such occasion he returned home after 15 months, and started giving a detailed account of his lectures and the accolades he received from the intellectuals and about the series of talks on philosophy he intended to give in future.After three hrs of patient listening the wife started.
    "Behold ,My Dear,some 10 years back an old man came to our house, handed over a precious jewel to me asking me to keep it safe.After 2 years the same old man gave another piece of ornament to me and requested me to have them in my custody and return to him whenever he came and asked for. I also agreed.I used to polish the jewels ,and felt very happy to see them shine.Every now and then I looked at them with pride.
    Five months back,suddenly the jewels started losing their lustre.I tried my best to polish them,but in vain.I went to a professional polishing house and tried to bring back the brilliance.But the trial didn't help much.Meanwhile the old man came home one day and asked me to return the jewels, in whatever condition they were.I tried my level best to retain the jewels. But the old man was very stubborn and took back the jewels."
    The wife was calmly narrating the events.It took some time for the great philosopher to realise that both of his dear children lost their lives in a severe fever on the same day some months back.
    Let us decide who the real philosopher was.

    (It was the time when my sister lost all her five boys one after the other within a period of three years.I could visualise the anguish of the mother.)
    jayasala42
     
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    satchitananda Moderator Staff Member IL Hall of Fame

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    Dear JS Ma'am,

    That sounds like it would be a lovely poem. Hope someone is able to let us know what the poem is.

    I can't even begin to imagine what your sister went through to lose 5 children in such a short period of time. Life can sometimes be extremely cruel.
     
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    :hello:One enjoys reading poem for many reasons.
    2. It could be for substance. It could be the order of words or beginning of next stanza. Many like it for rhymes. Some have soul stirring effect as in Cine songs. Anthology of English literature Ulysses of Homer, and like that of Tennyson William Shakespeare are likeable and lovable for the substance and rhyme as well.
    3. Which is the best poem of the world. One would say numerous. Every film song would fall into the category of poems. The song in Hollywood movie FROST - Let it go - is super for rhyme and substance. With visuals it is superb. 4. Many poems - mere reading stirs the soul or and calming effect on mind. One would find far too many in folklore in many languages.
    Thanks and Regards.
     
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    Very true. What is a poem you like very much? Could you please share it here? Nothing to stop you from sharing more than 1? More the merrier.
     
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    I assume #4 you are referring to in your #5.
    Over the decades the best poetry read for its impact effect rhyme popularity and the ones brooding lends harmony have been accumulating at the back of the mind but the most brilliant of them comes to mind is that of Pulitzer winner Robert Frost’s.
    This poem seemed to have inspired Bharat Rathna late pm Jawaharlal Nehru at his office desk all the time. The Poem depicts ( his) aspirations for building Navaha India
    • These woods are lovely,
    • dark and deep,
    • But I have promises to keep,
    • And miles to go before I sleep,
    Thanks and Regards.
    God bless all nations & India & its citizens.
     
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    The Road Not Taken

    by Robert Frost

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim,
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
    Though as for that the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same,

    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I kept the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.​
     
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    My son had sent me this poem during Mother's day in 2013

    A Mother's Work Is Never Done
    ==============================

    There are people, we cannot replace,
    debts we can never repay,
    times only we remember.

    I recall your losing more than could be given, giving more than could be
    repaid, more times, than can be remembered.

    My dreams are bountiful,
    your misgivings fueled my desire to succeed your patience sustained me
    through adversity.
    I always strived to do the same.

    When that which we had seems forever lost, I often look to the evening sky,
    for a glimpse of the brightest star.

    It is assures me,
    a mother's work is never done
    and my journey has just begun.

    ~Richard Lawrence Belford~
     
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    Thanks for sharing this poem, Vijima! It is truly beautiful!
     
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    Here is one for the summer:

    Grasshopper Green
    -by George Cooper

    Grasshopper-Green is a comical chap;
    He lives on the best of fare;
    Bright little trousers, jacket, and cap, –
    These are his summer wear.
    Out in the meadow he loves to go,
    Playing away in the sun;
    It's hopperty, skipperty, high and low:
    Summer's the time for fun!

    Grasshopper-Green has a dozen wee boys,
    And, soon as their legs grow strong,
    All of them join in his frolicsome joys,
    Humming his merry song.
    Under the leaves in a happy row,
    Soon as the day has begun,
    It's hopperty, skipperty, high and low:
    Summer's the time for fun!

    Grasshopper-Green has a quaint little house,
    It's under the hedge so gay:
    Grandmother-Spider, as still as a mouse,
    She envies him over the way.
    Darling, he's calling for you, I know,
    Out in the beautiful sun;
    It's hopperty, skipperty, high and low:
    Summer's the time for fun.​
     
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