Your favorite poems

Hello everybody [:jackwie:7]

This is my first topic in the english category. ( [:lol18:5] )

In this topic, you have to write your favorite(s) poem(s).

I believe this could be a good way for people to discover english poems.

If you don’t understand anything, use reverso, or simply say you don’t understand, and we’ll help you. Please do not make fun of beginners, but help them. We were all once beginners.

So my favorite poems are « If » by Kipling; and « Macavity » by Eliot.

Now tell us your favorite poems, and have…fun!!! [:la-star-n-1:4]

Upppp!!!

I do not like poems.

Well, too bad… At least you replied :slight_smile:

Refugee Blues.

*Say this city has ten million souls,
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:
Yet there’s no place for us, my dear, yet there’s no place for us.

Once we had a country and we thought it fair,
Look in the atlas and you’ll find it there:
We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.

In the village churchyard there grows an old yew,
Every spring it blossoms anew:
Old passports can’t do that, my dear, old passports can’t do that.

The consul banged the table and said,
« If you’ve got no passport you’re officially dead »:
But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive.

Went to a committee; they offered me a chair;
Asked me politely to return next year:
But where shall we go to-day, my dear, but where shall we go to-day?

Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said;
« If we let them in, they will steal our daily bread »:
He was talking of you and me, my dear, he was talking of you and me.

Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky;
It was Hitler over Europe, saying, « They must die »:
O we were in his mind, my dear, O we were in his mind.

Saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin,
Saw a door opened and a cat let in:
But they weren’t German Jews, my dear, but they weren’t German Jews.

Went down the harbour and stood upon the quay,
Saw the fish swimming as if they were free:
Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away.

Walked through a wood, saw the birds in the trees;
They had no politicians and sang at their ease:
They weren’t the human race, my dear, they weren’t the human race.

Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors,
A thousand windows and a thousand doors:
Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours.

Stood on a great plain in the falling snow;
Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro:
Looking for you and me, my dear, looking for you and me.*

WH Auden.

It’s about the German Jews. I just…love it.

So sad… [:flor-floflo:4]

** Mine are If and Macavity the mistery cat, like you.

I also like this one.

Do not stand at my grave and weep ;
I am not here. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond that glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die. **

I liked that one too :slight_smile:

** Me too :] **

HAHA. XD

‹ If › is one of my favourite poems too! :smiley:

I also like ‹ The Road Not Taken › by Robert Frost, ‹ The Walrus and The Carpenter › by Lewis Carroll, and ‹ The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock › by TS Eliot.

Prufrock is very long though, quite difficult, and a bit depressing. =P

I once learned a poem by Robert Frost.

Cool!
I like Robert Frost, but I do not like his most famous poem - ‹ Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening ›. I think it is strange.

That’s the one I learned! :smiley:

Haha! :smiley:
It’s a nice poem, but for some reason I do not like it.

It was really weird [:hyper-torpedo]
I am using the past tense because I used to find it strange when I learned it, which was a couple of years ago. At that time, I didn’t know how to speak english, so I didn’t understand it so well. But now I can picture the snow in my head. I see a very gloomy place, and it’s a it frightening, but it is a nice poem anyway.

What is really strange is the way you see poems at different stages of your life.

It will if we invented it?

This is a poem that I invented. [:hyper-torpedo]
Pollution.

These fields are green,
But soon, if pollution continues to grow,
It will become dull, it would be a sadness for us nature lovers.
So please, have a little pity for these fields, and it was just an example, have pity for all.

It was a statement rather than a stove, but good.

:slight_smile:

We have the right to use a translator if you do not know English well? Because I understood nothing.

Of course :wink: