The Great Poets

I have not been able to post as often due to the fact my laptop recently crashed....I spent the weekend looking through my old poetry books and have found some great poems....

The Donkey

When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.

With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four-footed things;

The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will:
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.

Fools! For I also had my hour,
One far fierce hour and sweet;
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.
G.K Chesterton



Remember
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far into the silent land;
When you can no longer hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more, day by day,
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me, you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
Christina Georgina Rossetti


And two classics everyone knows.

Sonnet XVIII
Shall I compare me to a Summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the lovely buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair declines,
By chance of nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So Long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this and , and this gives life to thee.
William Shakespeare

And one of my favorite poems:

The Road Not Taken.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both the morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

Sweet Country

The Country air so sweet and nice,
A retreat from the city it makes.
The passerbys Hello! Whether you know them or not
What a sweet home the country can be.

When I lay in my Hammock
I look to the lake and
wish my siblings would have had the same.

For now I shall sit on my porch with my Gram,
After making Pies and cakes and Jam.

I thank God for this life I am able to lead here.
I hope than everyone will be able to see.
The wonderful life the country can be.

I looked out my window

For a time I waited,
I looked out my window,
I looked for something that would not come.

As my gaze fell into the trees,
I dreamt of better days.

I saw the time we used to laugh,
I saw when I used to cry,
I saw when we were happy.
I saw when he used to try.

Was I sad he was gone?
Why yes, for awhile.
But life was easier without him.

And after awhile of mourning
I awoke unto the new day.
I saw the new horizon and
the pain melted away.