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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 4:41 pm
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 11:50 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 8:13 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 6:44 pm
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Umm . . . I don't remember the title or the author, but it goes something like this,
If you're a bird, be an early bird, And catch the worm for your plate, If you're a bird, be an early bird, But if you're a worm, sleep late.
It's used in Inkheart. I've probably heard better poetry, but I can't really remember any. This is my favorite out of all the ones I can remember, though.
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 9:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 9:48 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 1:49 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 10:32 pm
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Most things by ee cummings and Ogden Nash.
But my another of my favorites are by Elizabeth Bishop, like this one...
Quote: Sandpiper The roaring alongside he takes for granted, and that every so often the world is bound to shake. He runs, he runs to the south, finical, awkward, in a state of controlled panic, a student of Blake. The beach hisses like fat. On his left, a sheet of interrupting water comes and goes and glazes over his dark and brittle feet. He runs, he runs straight through it, watching his toes. - Watching, rather, the spaces of sand between them where (no detail too small) the Atlantic drains rapidly backwards and downwards. As he runs, he stares at the dragging grains. The world is a mist. And then the world is minute and vast and clear. The tide is higher or lower. He couldn't tell you which. His beak is focussed; he is preoccupied, looking for something, something, something. Poor bird, he is obsessed! The millions of grains are black, white, tan, and gray mixed with quartz grains, rose and amethyst.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 7:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 11:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 6:55 pm
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Mithrellas Thanks for starting this topic - good idea smile My first and most favorite poem: 'The Forsaken Merman' by Matthew Arnold My other favorites: 'The Highwayman' by Alfred Noyes 'The Last Hero' by G.K. Chesterton 'The Lady of Shallot' by Alfred, Lord Tennyson 'Tam Lin' by anonymous
"The Highwayman" is one of my favorites too. I really don't have a favorite...I really liked a poem we read in French Class, 'le temps de lilas' ...or something along those lines. It was really good. Very romantic.
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 10:24 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 12:17 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 12:32 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 4:50 pm
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