what's your most favorite poem?
By hanirose
@hanirose (307)
Philippines
May 8, 2008 11:34am CST
Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines
by Pablo Neruda
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write for example, 'The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in he distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight i can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under he endless sky.
She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like due to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her. that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
-end-
This poem has melted my heart and I have fallen in love with it ever since i've read it and I'm still in love with it. I hope you guys can also share to me your favorite poems because I would love to discover more so that one day I can compile them all and pass them to my future daughter and hope that it will also be an inspiration to her.
3 responses
@peavey (16936)
• United States
9 May 08
My favorite and one that I memorized when I was quite young:
It Couldn't Be Done
by Edgar A Guest
Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.
Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it";
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.”
@kriskhedkar (877)
• India
8 May 08
My favourite poem is If b Rudyard Kipling. Its great inspirational poem. here it is
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaiming it on you;
If you can trust yourselg when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired of waiting,
Or being lied about, don;t deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hateing,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream and not make dreams your master;
If you can think and not make thought your aim,
If you can meet with trimuph and Disaster
and threst two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to heat the truth you have spoken
Twisted by knaves to make trap for fools,
Or watch the things you have given your life to, broken,
And stoop and build them all up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heao of all your winnings
And rish it on ine turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginings,
And never breathe a word about your loss;
if you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
Toserve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them "Hold On!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor enemies can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours the Earth and everything that is in it,
And which is more -you;ll be a Man, my son.
by Rudyard Kiplings,
I know this poem by heart.
@asawanialvin0611 (1877)
• Philippines
8 May 08
The Book of Psalms in the Bible, and Tree by Joyce Kilmer
