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[Anonymous No.1576757]

So I have to recite a poem for class, any suggestions?

[Anonymous No.1576763]

This Be The Verse by Philip Larkin. DO IT.

[Anonymous No.1576768]

There once was a man named Enis

[Anonymous No.1576796]

Walt Whitman

[Anonymous No.1576813]

>>1576763
I think "Love Again" or "High Windows" would be better choices. Kind of, you know, trick em, a little bit.

[Anonymous No.1576837]

[Anonymous No.1576843]

Leda and the Swan - WB Yeats

God meets girl
god turns into waterfowl
God rapes girl and prefigures the deaths of thousands in a continent spanning war, purely for lulz.

You know, that old story. In 14 genius lines.

[Anonymous No.1576850]

William Carlos Williams

so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

[Anonymous No.1576853]

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Lying In Grass
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Is this everything now, the quick delusions of flowers,
And the down colors of the bright summer meadow,
The soft blue spread of heaven, the bees' song,
Is this everything only a god's
Groaning dream,
The cry of unconscious powers for deliverance?

[Anonymous No.1576858]

The distant line of the mountain,
That beautifully and courageously rests in the blue,
Is this too only a convulsion,
Only the wild strain of fermenting nature,
Only grief, only agony, only meaningless fumbling,
Never resting, never a blessed movement?

[Anonymous No.1576859]

No! Leave me alone, you impure dream
Of the world in suffering!
The dance of tiny insects cradles you in an evening radiance,
The bird's cry cradles you,
A breath of wind cools my forehead
With consolation.

[Anonymous No.1576863]

Leave me alone, you unendurably old human grief!
Let it all be pain.
Let it all be suffering, let it be wretched-
But not this one sweet hour in the summer,
And not the fragrance of the red clover,
And not the deep tender pleasure
In my soul.

[Anonymous No.1576873]

>>1576837
>Nowadays, everyone thinks I was a terrible racist.
Well you kinda were, dogg. A misogynist too! And a rightist!

[Anonymous No.1576876]

>>1576873
eh, while he probably was all those things, it's not really reflected in his poetry (except a couple more explicitly political ones). well, i guess the misogyny kind of is sometimes.

[Anonymous No.1576882]

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide!

There are a hundred places where I fear
To go, -- so with his memory they brim!
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, "There is no memory of him here!"
And so stand stricken, so remembering him!

[Anonymous No.1578491]

>>1576763

THIS; or, for an equall memorable occasion:

Arsehole

by Craig Raine

It is shy as a gathered eyelet
neatly worked in shrinking violet;
it is the dilating iris, tucked
away, a tightening throb when fucked.

It is a soiled and puckered hem,
the golden treasury's privy purse.
With all the colours of a bruise,
it is the fleck of blood in albumen.

I dreamed your body was an instrument
and this was the worn mouthpiece
to which my breathing lips were bent.

Each note pleaded to love a little longer,
longer, as though it was dying of hunger.
I fed that famished mouth my ambergris.

[Anonymous No.1578494]

>>1578491
>equall

-y

[Donne !!+SByMppsy+r No.1578509]

Tiger, Tiger - Blake.

[Anonymous No.1578514]

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop. Or Argument. Both are awesome.