My Favorite Poems

At a Dinner Party
Amy Levy

With fruit and flowers the board is deckt,
The wine and laughter flow;
I’ll not complain–could one expect
So dull a world to know?

You look across the fruit and flowers,
My glance your glances find.
It is our secret, only ours,
Since all the world is blind.

———————-

Lord Alfred Tennyson

O THAT ’twere possible
After long grief and pain
To find the arms of my true love
Round me once again!…
A shadow flits before me,
Not thou, but like to thee:
Ah, Christ! that it were possible
For one short hour to see
The souls we loved, that they might tell us
What and where they be!

——————–

Animal Tranquility and Decay
by William Wordsworth

A Sketch

The little hedgerow birds,
That peck along the road, regard him not.
He travels on, and in his face, his step,
His gait, is one expression; every limb,
His look and bending figure, all bespeak
A man who does not move with pain, but moves
With thought. -He is insensibly subdued
To settled quiet: he is one by whom
All effort seems forgotten; one to whom
Long patience hath such mild composure given
That patience now doth seem a thing of which
He hath no need. He is by nature led
To peace so perfect, that the young behold
With envy what the Old Man hardly feels.

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A. A. Milne
from ‘Now We Are Six (Winnie the Pooh)’
I have a house where I go,
When there’s too many people,
I have a house where I go
Where no one can be;
I have a house where I go,
Where nobody ever says “no”
Where no one says anything – so
There is no one but me.

——————–

William Carlos Williams

Complete Destruction

It was an icy day.
We buried the cat,
then took her box
and set fire to it
in the back yard.
Those fleas that escaped
earth and fire
died by the cold.

—————-

Wallace Stevens
In The Carolinas

The lilacs wither in the Carolinas.
Already the butterflies flutter above the cabins.
Already the new-born children interpret love
In the voices of mothers.

Timeless mothers,
How is it that your aspic nipples
For once vent honey?

The pine-tree sweetens my body
The white iris beautifies me.

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5 thoughts on “My Favorite Poems

  1. HOW can there be no responses to this? How how how?!
    Ah we are old souls.
    I could stay on this page forever. In fact, I’m gonna bookmark it.
    The Tennyson one –I’d forgotten that. Thanks. All the others are personal favorites too.

    BIG SIGH.

    I am such a big geek.
    Cheers
    HGS

  2. Actually, I do like that Williams one, but this one is my favorite of his:

    This Is Just To Say
    by William Carlos Williams

    I have eaten
    the plums
    that were in
    the icebox

    and which
    you were probably
    saving
    for breakfast

    Forgive me
    they were delicious
    so sweet
    and so cold

    • i remember studying that poem in HS literature class and falling in love with poetry right around the same time. a year later i was president of the HS poetry club and of the local poetry club and entered my first and only poetry competition, where all three of my three entries tied for first. 😉 i felt kinda ripped off and wouldnt have been opposed to winning 1st, 2nd, 3rd.

      After that, i figured i was far enough ahead to quit submitting for good. 😉

      probably not the best logic. 😉

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