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A personal favorite of mine is Invictus by William Ernest Henley:

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll.

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.

That got me through a lot of rough times. Memorized it in college, and it somehow stuck with me. Another favorite is "Jabberwocky", but for different reasons  :grin:

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A very beautiful poem in fact. It would go great for parents to kids or vice versa. I don't know about spouses though, there were some seriously strong words said and people do change but kinship can never.

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I love poetry! There is something about the way authors bare their souls and hearts to the readers that make poems more special sometimes than novels or short stories. Thank you for sharing that poem, TS! I really loved it. :)

If I were to choose my favorite poem, it would be How Do I Love Thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

I love thee to the level of every day’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

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Chigrey, that's a pretty old thread you resurrected! But it gave me a chance to read the original poem , not bad. And that's a great classic poem you chose as your favourite!

How can one not love poetry! I admit I prefer reading poetry in small doses, though. I used to try reading a whole anthology of poems by one author, but I found it hard, probably because they are very dense from a lexical point of view, and a short text is meant to carry a lot of meaning. Incidentally I think that's why they're also difficult to translate.

I usually like post-modern poetry, probably my favourite poem ever is The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. On Youtube you can also hear it read by Eliot himself!

Another favourite of mine is Pessoa, rainy-day poetry, existential and nostalgic. I especially love Não sei, ama, onde era, which I just can't find in English. It sounds incredibly beautiful in the Portuguese original!

I want to share a very short poem by Ungaretti, an Italian poet of the Hermeticism movement. It's called Soldiers, and I think this is the best translation out there

are like

the leaves on

the trees in

the fall

Talk about lots of meaning in a few words!

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Yeah, the original poem was indeed very beautiful!

I initially didn't like reading poetry until I had a very good professor in high school who passed on his love for poetry to many of his students. His class was one of my favorites because he showed us how to interpret and appreciate poetry. One of my favorites that I learned in his class was Shakepeare's Sonnet 116:<br>

SONNET 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,

That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

  If this be error and upon me proved,

  I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

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I honestly don't know much about poems but I think it's very good. I think it really is necessary to express yourself in any way you can and poems sometimes can do it best instead of drawings or songs. I've attempted to write some of my own in the past but I'm not that good at it.

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