Who is ur favourite poet(s)?
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Just a quick survey, who is ur favourite poet(s)?
And how do u get to know his/her poems? At school? Through friends?
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hmm... last time i learn alot leh... their names forget liao, one is william blake or something like tt de... he wrote one poem title sick rose if i am not wrong. Cuz that time exam need to memorise that so i need to know wat it means, now is deleted from my memory liao.Originally posted by DeadPoet:Just a quick survey, who is ur favourite poet(s)?
And how do u get to know his/her poems? At school? Through friends? -
maybe not the classical type...
here is what Morrison wrote for The Doors...
Stoned Immaculate
I'll tell you this...
No eternal reward will forgive us now
For wasting the dawn.
Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused
One summer night, going to the pier
I ran into two young girls
The blonde one was called Freedom
The dark one, Enterprise
We talked and they told me this story
Now listen to this...
I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat
Soft driven, slow and mad
Like some new language
Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned
Immaculate.
or maybe Allen Ginsberg... Howl
i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix
(can't remember anymore in this epic poem of the Beat Movement)
more than anything, they were the poets of that generation... -
i don know his name..
but one of his work are...
ning nang nong
and the cows go bong
and the monkeys go....
learnt tt in sec sch days... -
Hey you are right, his name is William Blake. The name of the poem is 'The Sick Rose'.Originally posted by Hocklez:hmm... last time i learn alot leh... their names forget liao, one is william blake or something like tt de... he wrote one poem title sick rose if i am not wrong. Cuz that time exam need to memorise that so i need to know wat it means, now is deleted from my memory liao.
The Sick Rose
O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy. -
Can give me information? Can't remember reading this poem before.Originally posted by BaByBoY:i don know his name..
but one of his work are...
ning nang nong
and the cows go bong
and the monkeys go....
learnt tt in sec sch days... -
Originally posted by the Bear:
Cool.
maybe not the classical type...
here is what Morrison wrote for The Doors...
[b]Stoned Immaculate
I'll tell you this...
No eternal reward will forgive us now
For wasting the dawn.
Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused
One summer night, going to the pier
I ran into two young girls
The blonde one was called Freedom
The dark one, Enterprise
We talked and they told me this story
Now listen to this...
I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat
Soft driven, slow and mad
Like some new language
Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned
Immaculate.
or maybe Allen Ginsberg... Howl
i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix
(can't remember anymore in this epic poem of the Beat Movement)
more than anything, they were the poets of that generation...[/b]
Didn't know Jim Morrison was a poet too.
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Any more? Any more?
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Basho, I found it on the web, love short poems.
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King David
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not exactly fav poet but rather fav poem.... Dylan Thomas'
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. -
David Jones, ie, if he can be classified as a poet; Maya Angelou, Emily Dickinson...lightweight but accessible