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Old 04-05-2009, 10:36 PM   #1
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Speak to me in verse

Do you like poetry? Do you write poems? Then share your favorite poems (or a stanza from a poem) and poets with us! Funny, sad, edgy, profound, mundane, contemporary, ancient--whatever it is, if it speaks to you, then post it here. I, for one, would like to know about your favorites. (Pay attention to copyright restrictions, though.)

Oh, and it is also National Poetry Month in the US.



One of my favorite poets is Emily Jane Brontė (No coward soul is mine). She was the poet among the three sisters, and she hid her poetry even from Charlotte. Like Wuthering Heights, her poems tend to be unapologetically romantic, gloomy, foreboding, intense, and do not try to hide the unhappy side of life. Here is one of my favorites from her:


I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask no eye would mourn
I never caused a thought of gloom
A smile of joy since I was born

In secret pleasure -- secret tears
This changeful life has slipped away
As friendless after eighteen years
As lone as on my natal day

There have been times I cannot hide
There have been times when this was drear
When my sad soul forgot its pride
And longed for one to love me here

But those were in the early glow
Of feelings not subdued by care
And they have died so long ago
I hardly now believe they were

First melted off the hope of youth
Then Fancy's rainbow fast withdrew
And then experience told me truth
In mortal bosoms never grew

'Twas grief enough to think mankind
All hollow servile insincere --
Bur worse to trust to my own mind
And find the same corruption there


(May 17, 1839, at the age of twenty.)

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