I need a poem

[esupin]

I need a poem for english class, preferably of a famous poet (no original works, please).
Any short poems that you could recommend (30-120 seconds to read)?

I was thinking William Wordsworth, I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
Poen at:
http://www.flashflashrevolution.com/...ght=wordsworth

[QreepyBORIS]

RE: I need a poem

Use "A Dust of Snow" by Robert Frost.

You'll have to say it really slowly. It's about 4 lines.

I think it goes something like:

The way a crow shook down on me
A dust of snow from a hemlock tree
Has given my heart a change of mood
And saved a part of a day I rued.


I last heard that 2 years ago. :P

[Meteor858]

RE: I need a poem

hmm i know a really short one but its in a song (maybe it doesnt matter)

umm wait lol its not a poem! lol! doy

[esupin]

RE: I need a poem

I was also thinking Casey up to Bat, but it might be a bit long.

[jewpinthethird]

RE: I need a poem

"The Hollow Men" by T.S. Eliot.

Also, if you'd like I'll throw in the essay I wrote about it if you need to discuss it or some jazz like that. It's mostly BS, but I got a good grade on it. The poem is actually relatively boring...but eh.

[talisman]

RE: I need a poem

Here we go round the prickly pear
The prickly pear the prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o' clock in the morning

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And that's all I gotta say about "The Hollow Men"

We heard a recording of Eliot reading the poem in English... it was hilarious at that part.

[ayanepuck]

RE: I need a poem

As I was walking to St. Ives....
oh come on, that was funny.
=)

[MonkeyFoo]

RE: I need a poem

w00t for shakespeare's 63rd sonnet:

Against my love shall be as I am now,
With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'erworn;
When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
Hath travell'd on to age's steepy night;
And all those beauties whereof now he's king
Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,
Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
For such a time do I now fortify
Against confounding age's cruel knife,
That he shall never cut from memory
My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life:
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
And they shall live, and he in them still green.

Also heavily analyzable, I wrote an essay about this one.

[esupin]

RE: I need a poem

Out of the bed
And onto the floor
A 50-yard dash
To the bathroom door

-thanks, Rob.

[ayanepuck]

RE: I need a poem

life knocked me off my platforms
so I pulled out my first pair of boots
bought on the street at Astor Place
before New York was run by suits
And I suited up for the long walk
back to myself
closer to the ground now
with sorrow
and stealth
--Ani Difranco
again, just kidding....but hey, I felt like it. She is great

[esupin]

RE: I need a poem

Anyways, I decided to go with O, Captain, My Captain by Walt Whitman.