A poet’s work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep. ~Salman Rushdie

Before we look into the poetry we have to study I would like to look into the poetry we actually enjoy, like, understand…embrace; in the hope that one day we may look back on the poems we’ve studied and realise we’ve made them our own.

So your first task this year will be to share a poem that you have enjoyed or a poem someone else has enjoyed and recommended to you. I will be expecting to read your poems and commentaries about why you’ve selected that particular poem.

So, let’s get started. I’ll go first. I’ve chosen a poem that a friend recommended. It’s very well written and the writer (W. Whitman) has made a very effective and powerful use of words. It’s wonderful to read aloud because it transmits amazing energy. It’s a poem written about the murder of Abraham Lincoln. Hope you like it!

O Captain! My Captain!

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up–for you the flag is flung–for you the bugle trills; 10
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths–for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Walt Whitman

 

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48 Responses to A poet’s work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep. ~Salman Rushdie

  1. Tomas burgio says:

    I kept the right ones out
    And let the wrong ones in
    Had an angel of mercy to see me through all my sins
    There were times in my life
    When I was goin’ insane
    Tryin to walk through
    The pain
    When I lost my grip
    And I hit the floor
    Yeah, I thought I could leave, but couldn’t get out the door
    I was so sick and tired
    Of livin’ a lie
    I was wishin that I
    Would die

    Chorus:

    It’s Amazing
    With the blink of an eye you finally see the light ohhh
    It’s Amazing
    When the moment arrives that you know you’ll be alright yeaah
    It’s Amazing
    And I’m sayin’ a prayer for the desperate hearts tonight

    That one last shot’s a Permanent Vacation
    And how high can you fly with broken wings?
    Life’s a journey not a destination
    And I just can’t tell just what tomorrow brings

    You have to learn to crawl
    Before you learn to walk
    But I just couldn’t listen to all that righteous talk
    I was out on the street
    Just tryin’ to survive
    Scratchin’ to stay
    Alive

    Chorus

    I like this song very much because it is very well sung by and has very good lyrics. It tells much about the life of the singer.I know it by heart and it’s my favourite song.

    • Lenny says:

      It’s a great song, Tomás. I like it a lot too. Actually, I was at the Velez stadium MANY years ago when Aerosmith came to Argentina for the first time and they sang this song. It was one of the highlights that night. Thanks for sharing it!

      Lenny.

  2. Tomas Lucas says:

    Positive Mental Attitude

    By John W Fenn

    I’m one hell of a guy.
    You should give me a try.
    I’m the kind you
    could take home to mother.
    I can fix anything
    with a nail and some string,
    and I really am
    quite a good lover.

    I’m a nice kind of fellah
    and I’d like to tell ya,
    I’m nothing at all
    like my brother.
    I am clever and smart
    and I have a good heart.
    And you’ll find I’m
    an excellent lover.

    I’m a wonderful bloke.
    Now this isn’t a joke.
    I’m a man quite unlike
    any other.
    I am sweet, I am kind
    and I’m certain you’ll find,
    I am such
    an incredible lover.

    So if you feel that way
    and you want me to play.
    Just ring up
    and give me a call.
    I’ll be with you tout suite.
    For I’m dying to meet.
    And I’m sure that we’ll
    both have a ball.

    I chose this poem because I found it pretty humorous and also it also felt like a rap, which I really enjoyed.

  3. Serena Griffin says:

    The Voice by Thomas Hardy(a contemporary poet)
    This poem was written by Hardy after the death of his first wife Emma. They had got divorced so, when she died Thomas felt guilty about it. He wishes that Emma would be there and imagines her calling him. Hardy hears her saying that she had changed, that she is not the same one “When you had changed from the one that was all to me”. He remembers her the way they had first known. He asks her to appear. Hardy is really confused in the first stanzas he thinks that he hears her but then he gets confused and he is not sure of it, he thinks that it might be the wind, at the end he listens her again.
    Through out the poem, the language is related with a loss of an important person, in this case, Emma, he misses her so much and he wants to see her again, “woman much missed”, “let me view you “. This language creates an effect of sadness and regret.
    In conclusion Thomas Hardy in this poem shows his feelings of sadness, regret and he also misses Emma. We can see how the mood changes finishing with a desolate mood of him.
    Lucila Lafuente, Sofia Honens, Serena Griffin and Guido Ciccone

  4. Greta Matienzo says:

    Violet Hill- Coldplay:

    Was a long and dark December
    From the rooftops I remember
    There was snow
    White snow

    Clearly I remember
    From the windows they were watching
    While we froze
    Down below

    When the future’s architectured
    By a carnival of idiots on show
    You’d better lie low

    If you love me
    Won’t you let me know?

    Was a long and dark December
    When the banks became cathedrals
    And the fog
    Became God

    Priests clutched onto bibles
    Hollowed out to fit their rifles
    And the cross was held aloft

    Bury me in armor
    When I’m dead and hit the ground
    A love back home unfolds

    If you love me
    Won’t you let me know?

    I don’t want to be a soldier
    Who the captain of some sinking ship
    Would stow, far below

    So if you love me
    Why’d you let me go?

    I took my love down to Violet Hill
    There we sat in snow
    All that time she was silent still

    So if you love me
    Won’t you let me know?

    If you love me,
    Won’t you let me know?

    I choose these song because i really like it and i really like a lot of song of coldplay. i lik the music and the lyrics, i enjoy this song. And for me is romantic so i like that too

  5. Lucas Guglielmone says:

    By Anthony Kisley

    Maybe I can’t write a sentence or one word at all,
    But does that mean you can push me against the wall?
    Maybe I can’t read as good as the rest of the class,
    But does that mean you have to trip me as I walk past?
    Maybe I can’t kick a ball as far as the best,
    But does that mean I stand out from the rest?
    Maybe I can’t shout as loud as you can,
    But does that really make me any less of a man?
    Maybe I’m a different colour, a different race,
    But does that give you the right to hit my face?
    Maybe my glasses make my face look round,
    But does that mean you have to throw them to the ground?
    Maybe I’m poor, and have no money,
    But does that mean you can mock me so your friends think you’re funny?
    Maybe I wear clothes by Adidas or Nike,
    But does that give you the right to steal things I like?
    Maybe I’ll never win, and I’ll always lose,
    But could you leave me alone? Do I get to choose?
    Maybe you don’t care if I’m alive or dead,
    But you won’t be the one visiting a hospital bed.

    If there was only one thing that I wish would sink into your head,
    “We are all the same. We all bleed red…”

    • Lenny says:

      A very interesting poem especially these days Lucas, it seems to be getting harder and harder to co exist peacefully. It’s written in a very straightforward way, impossible to miss the meaning it is trying to convey. Why have you chosen it?

      Lenny.

  6. Alejo Zubizarreta says:

    A Boy Named Sue by Shel Silverstein

    Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
    and he didn’t leave much to Ma and me,
    just this old guitar and a bottle of booze.
    Now I don’t blame him because he run and hid,
    but the meanest thing that he ever did was
    before he left he went and named me Sue.

    Well, he must have thought it was quite a joke,
    and it got lots of laughs from a lot of folks,
    it seems I had to fight my whole life through.
    Some gal would giggle and I’d get red
    and some guy would laugh and I’d bust his head,
    I tell you, life ain’t easy for a boy named Sue.

    Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean.
    My fist got hard and my wits got keen.
    Roamed from town to town to hide my shame,
    but I made me a vow to the moon and the stars,
    I’d search the honky tonks and bars and kill
    that man that gave me that awful name.

    But it was Gatlinburg in mid July and I had
    just hit town and my throat was dry.
    I’d thought i’d stop and have myself a brew.
    At an old saloon in a street of mud
    and at a table dealing stud sat the dirty,
    mangy dog that named me Sue.

    Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
    from a worn-out picture that my mother had
    and I knew the scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
    He was big and bent and gray and old
    and I looked at him and my blood ran cold,
    and I said, “My name is Sue. How do you do?
    Now you’re gonna die.” Yeah, that’s what I told him.

    Well, I hit him right between the eyes and he went down
    but to my surprise he came up with a knife
    and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair
    right across his teeth. And we crashed through
    the wall and into the street kicking and a-gouging
    in the mud and the blood and the beer.

    I tell you I’ve fought tougher men but I really can’t remember when.
    He kicked like a mule and bit like a crocodile.
    I heard him laughin’ and then I heard him cussin’,
    he went for his gun and I pulled mine first.
    He stood there looking at me and I saw him smile.

    And he said, “Son, this world is rough and if
    a man’s gonna make it, he’s gotta be tough
    and I knew I wouldn’t be there to help you along.
    So I gave you that name and I said ‘Goodbye’.
    I knew you’d have to get tough or die. And it’s
    that name that helped to make you strong.”

    Yeah, he said, “Now you have just fought one
    helluva fight, and I know you hate me and you’ve
    got the right to kill me now and I wouldn’t blame you
    if you do. But you ought to thank me
    before I die for the gravel in your guts and the spit
    in your eye because I’m the nut that named you Sue.”
    Yeah, what could I do? What could I do?

    I got all choked up and I threw down my gun,
    called him pa and he called me a son,
    and I came away with a different point of view
    and I think about him now and then.
    Every time I tried, every time I win and if I
    ever have a son I think I am gonna name him
    Bill or George – anything but Sue.

    I chose this poem because I think it’s a funny story and I like comedy.

    • Lenny says:

      You’ve certainly managed to surprise me, Alejo. The poem you’ve chosen is humorous but it also contains a vary valuable message.

      Lenny.

  7. Damasia Maffi says:

    True colours by Cyndi Lauper

    You with the sad eyes
    Don’t be discouraged
    Oh I realize
    It’s hard to take courage
    In a world full of people
    You can lose sight of it all
    And the darkness inside you
    Make you feel so small

    But I see your true colors
    Shining through
    I see your true colors
    And that’s why I love you
    So don’t be afraid to let them show
    Your true colors
    True colors are beautiful,
    Like a rainbow

    Show me a smile then,
    Don’t be unhappy, can’t remember
    When I last saw you laughing
    If this world makes you crazy
    And you’ve taken all you can bear
    You call me up
    Because you know I’ll be there

    And I’ll see your true colors
    Shining through
    I see your true colors
    And that’s why I love you
    So don’t be afraid to let them show
    Your true colors
    True colors are beautiful,
    Like a rainbow
    I chose this song because it is one of my favourite songs and when I first listened to it, I thought it was great but I couldn’t understand what Cyndi Lauper wanted to say by “true colours”. Now I understand that “true colours” means “the real you, that you have to be yourself; and in this way you will have true friends that will love you just the way you are.”

  8. Serena Griffin says:

    I want to post this poem too. SONG OF THE ENCHANTRESS

    He came like a dream in the dawn of life,
    He fled like a shadow before its noon;
    He is gone, and my peace is turned to strife,
    And I wander and wane like the weary moon.
    O, sweet Echo, wake,
    And for my sake
    Make answer the while my heart shall break!

    But my heart has a music which Echo´s lips,
    Though tender and true, yet can answer not,
    And the shadow that moves in the soul´s
    eclipse
    Can return not to the kiss by his now forgot;
    Sweet lips! he who hath
    On my desolate path
    Cast the darkness of absence, worse than
    death!

    PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

    I found this poem in an old book from my grandmother, I really like it, I know the vocabulary is a bit difficult but after looking up some words I understood it.

    • Lenny says:

      It’s a trully beautiful poem Serena, some lines are really breathtaking. I’m happy you feel like sharing more than the strictly required.

      Lenny.

  9. Serena Griffin says:

    All you need is love. The Beatles

    Love, love, love
    Love, love, love
    Love, love, love
    There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done
    Nothing you can sing that can’t be sung
    Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
    It’s easy
    Nothing you can make that can’t be made
    No one you can save that can’t be saved
    Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time
    It’s easy
    All you need is love
    All you need is love
    All you need is love, love
    Love is all you need
    Love, love, love
    Love, love, love
    Love, love, love
    All you need is love
    All you need is love
    All you need is love, love
    Love is all you need
    There’s nothing you can know that isn’t known
    Nothing you can see that isn’t shown
    Nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be
    It’s easy
    All you need is love
    All you need is love
    All you need is love, love
    Love is all you need
    All you need is love
    (All together, now)
    All you need is love
    (Everybody)
    All you need is love, love
    Love is all you need
    Love is all you need
    Love is all you need
    Love is all you need
    Yesterday
    She loves you, yeah yeah yeah.

    I chose this song because it is one of my favourites and I love The Beatles, and I totally agree whith the lyrics.

    • Lenny says:

      Great choice, Serena! The simplicity of The Beatles to talk about the most important things in life is what makes them timeless geniouses! Thanks for sharing it!

      Lenny.

  10. Violeta Balbiani says:

    The Smile on your face ( Paul Brant )

    It’s amazing how you can speak right to my heart
    Without saying a word you can light up the dark
    Try as I may I could never explain
    What I hear when you don’t say a thing

    The smile on your face
    Lets me know that you need me
    There’s a truth in your eyes
    Saying you’ll never leave me
    The touch of your hand
    Says you’ll catch me where ever I fall
    You say it best
    When you say nothing at all

    All day long I can hear people talking at loud
    But when you hold me near
    you drown out the crowd
    try as they may they could never define
    What’s been said between your heart and mine

    The smile on your face
    Lets me know that you need me
    There’s a truth in your eyes
    Saying you’ll never leave me
    The touch of your hand
    Says you’ll catch me if ever I fall
    You say it best
    When you say nothing at all

    The smile on your face
    Lets me know that you need me
    There’s a truth in your eyes
    Saying you’d never leave me
    The touch of your hand
    Says you’ll catch me where ever I fall
    You say it best
    When you say nothing at all

    I’ve chosen this song, first because it’s my favorite song and because I really like the lyrics and the sound, the way in which He shows his love to a woman. It’s a romantic song from the well known movie ”Notting Hill”. A very good movie, I recommend it.

    • Lenny says:

      A beautiful song, Violeta!!! Notting Hill does have a lovely music band, it’s difficult to say which one’s the best. This is definitely one of them!!! The “you light up the dark” bit is my favourite. Thanks for sharing it!

      Lenny.

  11. Isabella Carneiro says:

    I Will Be Here
    by Nicole George

    Whenever you’re sad,
    or feeling blue,
    Just call on me.
    I’ll be here for you.

    Whenever you’re happy,
    or feeling sad,
    Just call on me.
    You are going to be glad that you had.

    ‘Cause I’m gonna be there
    with open arms.
    I’m going to be there
    to bear your arms.

    I may be young,
    or tiny like a bug,
    but when you’re sad
    I swear to God,
    I give the biggest hugs.

    So when you’re lonely
    or just plain blue,
    Just think of me,
    or this poem,
    And I’ll come to you.

    I chose this poem because I feel really connected with everything which the author has mentioned. And, in my opinion, this is what friendship is really about!

  12. Victoria Nielsen says:

    Somewhere only we know – KEANE

    I walked across an empty land
    I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
    I felt the earth beneath my feet
    Sat by the river and it made me complete
    Oh simple thing where have you gone
    I’m getting old and I need something to rely on
    So tell me when you’re gonna let me in
    I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

    I came across a fallen tree
    I felt the branches of it looking at me
    Is this the place we used to love?
    Is this the place that I’ve been dreaming of?

    Oh simple thing where have you gone
    I’m getting old and I need something to rely on
    So tell me when you’re gonna let me in
    I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

    And if you have a minute why don’t we go
    Talk about it somewhere only we know?
    This could be the end of everything
    So why don’t we go
    Somewhere only we know?

    Oh simple thing where have you gone
    I’m getting old and I need something to rely on
    So tell me when you’re gonna let me in
    I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

    And if you have a minute why don’t we go
    Talk about it somewhere only we know?
    This could be the end of everything
    So why don’t we go
    Somewhere only we know?

    This could be the end of everything
    So why don’t we go
    Somewhere only we know?

    • Victoria Nielsen says:

      I chose this song because I love it, and i like the way it’s written because you can interpret it as you like, for example; ‘somewhere only we know’ , I think it could be a feeling, a place, a time or a message.

  13. Guido Ciccone says:

    I’m A Fan

    It’s football season again
    I hope my team does well this year
    Football season again
    I’m a fan

    It’s football season again
    Spread that ball across the field
    Football season again
    I’m a fan

    Through the cold and the rain
    I’ll be there at the game
    A voice screaming to be heard
    I’ll cry sometimes, sometimes I’ll smile
    As my voice echoes through the crowd
    I’m a fan, I’m a fan, I’m a fan

    It’s football season again
    I hope my team does well this year
    Football season again
    I’m a fan

    It’s football season again
    Tackle hard and play it fair
    Football season again
    I’m a fan

    And at the end of the year
    We’ll be dressed in the gear
    As they turn to salute the crowd
    And we’ll stand with pride
    ‘Cause they’re our side
    And we’ll sing their praises loud
    We’re the fans, We’re the fans, We’re the fans

    Colin Coplin

    I have chosen a poem that my father recomended. It is very well written and the writer, colin coplin is a manchester city fan like me. I liked a lot this poem because it is related with football and I love playing football and going with my father to the stadium.

    • Lenny says:

      Wonderful Guido! I love the story behind the poem and I find the sound and rhythm of the poem very appealing too! Thanks for sharing it!!!

      Lenny.

  14. We sign our cards with letters BFF
    Youve got a million ways to make me laugh
    You lookin out for me you got my back
    So good to have you around

    You know the secrects I could never tell
    And when Im quiet you break through my shell
    Dont feel the need to do a revel yell
    Cuz you keep my feet on the ground

    Youre a true friend
    Youre here till the end
    You pull me aside
    When somethin aint right
    Talk with me now
    And into the night till its alright again
    Youre a true friend

    You dont get angry when I change the plans
    Somehow youll never have a second chance
    Wont say “I told you” when Im wrong again
    Im so lucky that I found…

    A True Friend
    Youre here till the end
    You pull me aside when somethin aint right
    Talk with me now and into the night
    Till its alright again

    True friends will go to the ends of the earth till they find
    the things you need
    Friends hang on through the ups and the downs
    cuz theyve got someone to believe in

    A true friend
    Youre here till the end
    You pull me aside when something aint right
    Talk with me now and into the night
    No need to pretend
    Ooh

    Youre a true friend
    youre here till the end
    you pull me aside when something aint right
    Talk with me now and into the night
    Till its alright again
    Youre a True Friend

    Youre a True Friend

    Youre a True Friend
    I have chosen this song because I really like it, besides the lyrics are very nice and I am a huge fan of Miley Cyrus.

  15. Ramiro says:

    Messy Room by Shel Silverstein
    Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
    His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
    His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
    And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
    His workbook is wedged in the window,
    His sweater’s been thrown on the floor.
    His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
    And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
    His books are all jammed in the closet,
    His vest has been left in the hall.
    A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
    And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
    Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
    Donald or Robert or Willie or–
    Huh? You say it’s mine? Oh, dear,
    I knew it looked familiar!

    When I first read this I thought it was funny and simple but then I realised that it had a deeper meaning: before judging someone’s else life you should look at your own life.

    • Lenny says:

      Wow Ramiro, you can certainly speak about layers of meaning! A very good choice with a very wise theme, I think we all make the mistake of judging others at one time in our lives. Thanks for sharing!!!

      Lenny.

  16. Santiago Roldan says:

    William Shakespeare
    Shall I compare thee to a summer ´s day?

    Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
    Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
    Rough winds do shake the darling 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 sometime declines,
    By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed.
    But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
    Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
    Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
    When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st.
    So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
    So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

    I like this poem because when I read it I remember when we worked on it in 7 grade.
    I really enjoyed the poem. The day we analized it I was with maru and dama it was really fun.

    • Santiago Roldan says:

      :S my poem has already been chosen i`ll post another one then

      Fix You – cold play

      WHEN YOU TRY YOUR BEST, BUT YOU DON´T SUCCEED
      WHEN YOU GET WHAT YOU WANT, BUT NOT WHAT YOU NEED
      WHEN YOU FEEL SO TIRED, BUT YOU CAN´T SLEEP
      STUCK IN REVERSE
      WHEN THE TEARS COME STREAMING DOWN YOUR FACE
      WHEN YOU LOSE SOMETHING YOU CAN´T REPLACE
      WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEONE, BUT IT GOES TO WASTE
      COULD IT BE WORSE?

      LIGHTS WILL GUIDE YOU HOME
      AND IGNITE YOUR BONES
      AND I WILL TRY TO FIX YOU

      HIGH UP ABOVE OR DOWN BELOW
      WHEN YOU TOO IN LOVE TO LET IT GO
      IF YOU NEVER TRY YOU´LL NEVER KNOW
      JUST WHAT YOU´RE WORTH
      Letras4U.com » letras traducidas al español

      LIGHTS WILL GUIDE YOU HOME
      AND IGNITE YOUR BONES
      AND I WILL TRY TO FIX YOU

      TEARS STREAM DOWN YOUR FACE
      WHEN YOU LOSE SOMETHING YOU CANNOT REPLACE
      TEARS STREAM DOWN YOUR FACE
      AND I…

      TEARS STREAM DOWN ON YOUR FACE
      I PROMISE YOU I WILL LEARN FROM THE MISTAKES
      TEARS STREAM DOWN YOUR FACE
      AND I…

      LIGHTS WILL GUIDE YOU HOME
      AND IGNITE YOUR BONES
      AND I WILL TRY TO FIX YOU

      I really like the song , the rithm is great and the letter is really moving.

      • Lenny says:

        I couldn’t agree more! Great rhythm and lyrics. Eugenio likes this one two, look at the poem I left with is comment, you may like that too. Thanks for sharing!!

        Lenny.

  17. micaela cardalda says:

    Sonnet 18
    William Shakespeare

    Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
    Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
    Rough winds do shake the darling 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 sometime declines,
    By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed.
    But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
    Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
    Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
    When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st.
    So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
    So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

    I have choosen this poem because I like it most and it sounds tuneful. I like the theme too: Nice summer’s day is short, however the beauty of poetry can last forever.

    • Lenny says:

      Mica, this sonnet is one of my favourite too, Shakespeare’s genious at work! This one’s a clear example of many layers of meaning. Apart from the ones you’ve mentioned he is also saying that her beauty has been made immortal in the lines of the sonnet and she will always live in those lines. Really inspiring!!!! Thanks for sharing your poem!!!!

      Lenny.

  18. Maria Paula Tear says:

    Viva La Vida lyrics
    Songwriters: Berryman, Guy Rupert; Buckland, Jonathan Mark; Champion, Will; Martin, Christopher A J;

    I used to rule the world
    Seas would rise when I gave the word
    Now in the morning I sleep alone
    Sweep the streets I used to own

    I used to roll the dice
    Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
    Listen as the crowd would sing
    “Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!”

    One minute I held the key
    Next the walls were closed on me
    And I discovered that my castles stand
    Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

    I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
    Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
    Be my mirror, my sword and shield
    My missionaries in a foreign field

    For some reason I can’t explain
    Once you go there was never
    Never an honest word
    And that was when I ruled the world

    It was the wicked and wild wind
    Blew down the doors to let me in
    (From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/c/coldplay-lyrics/viva-la-vida-lyrics.html)
    Shattered windows and the sound of drums
    People couldn’t believe what I’d become

    Revolutionaries wait
    For my head on a silver plate
    Just a puppet on a lonely string
    Oh who would ever want to be king?

    I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
    Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
    Be my mirror, my sword and shield
    My missionaries in a foreign field

    For some reason I can’t explain
    I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
    Never an honest word
    But that was when I ruled the world

    I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
    Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
    Be my mirror, my sword and shield
    My missionaries in a foreign field

    For some reason I can’t explain
    I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
    Never an honest word
    But that was when I ruled the world

    I’ve chosen this song-poem because I think it is a great song, and it has a very interesting story. He uses the imagery of sound. It is about a man that rules the world, and he describes the world in which he lives in.

    • Lenny says:

      Great song, Ma. Paula! I didn’t know it so I looked it up in youtube. It’s really interesting especially because it has many historical references.
      Thanks for sharing your song!!!

      Lenny.

  19. Fran Moreno says:

    Let America Be America Again by Langston Hughes

    Let America be America again.
    Let it be the dream it used to be.
    Let it be the pioneer on the plain
    Seeking a home where he himself is free.

    (America never was America to me.)

    Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed–
    Let it be that great strong land of love
    Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
    That any man be crushed by one above.

    (It never was America to me.)

    O, let my land be a land where Liberty
    Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
    But opportunity is real, and life is free,
    Equality is in the air we breathe.

    (There’s never been equality for me,
    Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

    Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
    And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

    I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
    I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
    I am the red man driven from the land,
    I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek–
    And finding only the same old stupid plan
    Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

    I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
    Tangled in that ancient endless chain
    Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
    Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
    Of work the men! Of take the pay!
    Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

    I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
    I am the worker sold to the machine.
    I am the Negro, servant to you all.
    I am the people, humble, hungry, mean–
    Hungry yet today despite the dream.
    Beaten yet today–O, Pioneers!
    I am the man who never got ahead,
    The poorest worker bartered through the years.

    Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
    In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
    Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
    That even yet its mighty daring sings
    In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
    That’s made America the land it has become.
    O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
    In search of what I meant to be my home–
    For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
    And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
    And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
    To build a “homeland of the free.”

    The free?

    Who said the free? Not me?
    Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
    The millions shot down when we strike?
    The millions who have nothing for our pay?
    For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
    And all the songs we’ve sung
    And all the hopes we’ve held
    And all the flags we’ve hung,
    The millions who have nothing for our pay–
    Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

    O, let America be America again–
    The land that never has been yet–
    And yet must be–the land where every man is free.
    The land that’s mine–the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME–
    Who made America,
    Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
    Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
    Must bring back our mighty dream again.

    Sure, call me any ugly name you choose–
    The steel of freedom does not stain.
    From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
    We must take back our land again,
    America!

    O, yes,
    I say it plain,
    America never was America to me,
    And yet I swear this oath–
    America will be!

    Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
    The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
    We, the people, must redeem
    The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
    The mountains and the endless plain–
    All, all the stretch of these great green states–
    And make America again!

    Analysis:The poem “Let America Be America Again” by Langston Hughes purposefully is reminiscent of Walt Whitman’s “I Hear America Singing” in which Whitman is optimistic about this land of democratic opportunity. Hughes, however, writing from a black man’s perspective, is much less optimistic about what American has been or will be. While Whitman’s’ poem was very unstructured in blank verse, Hughes’s poem is more tightly controlled with rhyme, tone, rhetorical questions, and more unified with repeated anaphora.

    I’ve chosen this poem because I agree with the writer, and is very interesting this thing that he wrote about.
    By Francisco Moereno.

    • Lenny says:

      What a wonderful choice, Francisco! L. Hughes is one of the most important American poets ever! His words are very powerful and very accessible at the same time. It’s great to find poems that we can agree with.
      Thanks for sharing it!

      Lenny.

  20. Luisa Flores Piran says:

    sonnet 29 Shakespeare

    When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
    I all alone beweep my outcast state
    And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
    And look upon myself and curse my fate,
    Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
    Featured like him, like him with friends possess’d,
    Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
    With what I most enjoy contented least;
    Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
    Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
    Like to the lark at break of day arising
    From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
    For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
    That then I scorn to change my state with kings

    I`ve chosen this poem because as Shakespeare uses an old fashonable english, it called my attention. Also i love the romantic mood of these poem.

    • Lenny says:

      Every line is full of meaning!!! A great sonnet, not one of the most famous ones but very inspiring, the last couplet is absolutely delightful. Thanks for sharing your poem!!!

  21. Eugenio serra says:

    Fix you:

    When you try your best, but you don’t succeed
    When you get what you want, but not what you need
    When you feel so tired, but you can’t sleep
    Stuck in reverse

    And the tears come streaming down your face
    When you lose something you can’t replace
    When you love someone, but it goes to waste
    Could it be worse?

    Lights will guide you home
    And ignite your bones
    And I will try to fix you

    And high up above or down below
    When you’re too in love to let it go
    But if you never try you’ll never know
    Just what you’re worth

    Lights will guide you home
    And ignite your bones
    And I will try to fix you

    Tears stream down on your face
    When you lose something you cannot replace
    Tears stream down on your face
    And I…

    Tears stream down on your face
    I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
    Tears stream down on your face
    And I…

    Lights will guide you home
    And ignite your bones
    And I will try to fix you

    I chose this poem /song by coldplay because its my favourite song of the group and it gives a message to people not to give up

    • Lenny says:

      Great music, great lyrics. I love the fact that it’s not just about not giving up but also about not being alone, in a way it’s saying that when you’re down and out somebody will “fix you”, a comforting thought, don’t you think?
      Your song reminded me of this old poem. Check it out.

      Thanks for sharing your song!!

      Lenny.
      Dont Quit!
      When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
      when the road youre trudging seems all uphill,
      When the funds are low and the debts are high,
      And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
      When care is pressing you down a bit,
      Rest, if you must, but do not quit.

      Life is queer with its twists and turns,
      As every one of us sometimes learns,
      And many a failure turns about,
      When he might have won had he stuck it out;
      Dont give up though the pace seems slow
      You may succeed with another blow.

      Often the goal is nearer than,
      It seems to a faint and faltering man,
      Often the struggler has given up,
      When he might have captured the victors cup,
      And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
      How close he was to the golden crown.

      Success is failure turned inside out
      The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
      And you never can tell how close you are,
      It may be near when it seems so far,
      So stick to the fight when youre hardest hit
      Its when things seem worst that you must not quit.

      Anonymous

  22. Olivia Arcuri says:

    Here Comes The Sun- The Beatles

    Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
    and I say it’s all right

    Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter
    Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here
    Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
    and I say it’s all right

    Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
    Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here
    Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
    and I say it’s all right

    Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
    Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
    Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
    Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
    Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…

    Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
    Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear
    Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
    and I say it’s all right
    It’s all right

    I chose this song because it inspires me, since its very positive. I interpret it like after a storm, the sun will always come. (As if bad situations will be solved.)
    I also chose it because it is from my favourite band and I really love the song.

    • Lenny says:

      The simplicity of The Beatles is simply superb. They have managed to travel through countries, time…their poetry is certainly immortal. Great choice! Thanks for sharing it!!!

      Lenny.

  23. Lucila Lafuente says:

    “Hey There Delilah”

    Hey there Delilah
    What’s it like in New York City?
    I’m a thousand miles away
    But girl, tonight you look so pretty
    Yes you do
    Times Square can’t shine as bright as you
    I swear it’s true

    Hey there Delilah
    Don’t you worry about the distance
    I’m right there if you get lonely
    Give this song another listen
    Close your eyes
    Listen to my voice, it’s my disguise
    I’m by your side

    Oh it’s what you do to me
    Oh it’s what you do to me
    Oh it’s what you do to me
    Oh it’s what you do to me
    What you do to me

    Hey there Delilah
    I know times are getting hard
    But just believe me, girl
    Someday I’ll pay the bills with this guitar
    We’ll have it good
    We’ll have the life we knew we would
    My word is good

    Hey there Delilah
    I’ve got so much left to say
    If every simple song I wrote to you
    Would take your breath away
    I’d write it all
    Even more in love with me you’d fall
    We’d have it all

    Oh it’s what you do to me
    Oh it’s what you do to me
    Oh it’s what you do to me
    Oh it’s what you do to me

    A thousand miles seems pretty far
    But they’ve got planes and trains and cars
    I’d walk to you if I had no other way
    Our friends would all make fun of us
    and we’ll just laugh along because we know
    That none of them have felt this way
    Delilah I can promise you
    That by the time we get through
    The world will never ever be the same
    And you’re to blame

    Hey there Delilah
    You be good and don’t you miss me
    Two more years and you’ll be done with school
    And I’ll be making history like I do
    You’ll know it’s all because of you
    We can do whatever we want to
    Hey there Delilah here’s to you
    This one’s for you

    Oh it’s what you do to me
    Oh it’s what you do to me
    Oh it’s what you do to me
    Oh it’s what you do to me
    What you do to me.

    I´ve chosen this song-poem because i really like the way it sounds and what he says is really interesting. It is love with distance in the middle, is really interesting.

    • Lenny says:

      Well Luli, I didn’t know this song, I looked it up in youtube and I thinks it’s very beautiful. It’s a song that tells a story and it’s also about hope of the times that will come. Thanks for sharing it!!!!

      Lenny.

  24. Pilar Olaizola says:

    Summer Farm

    Straws like tame lightnings lie about the grass
    And hang zigzag on hedges. Green as glass
    The water in the horse-trough shines.
    Nine ducks go wobbling by in two straight lines.

    A hen stares at nothing with one eye,
    Then picks it up. Out of an empty sky
    A swallow falls and, flickering through
    The barn, dives up again into the dizzy blue.

    I lie, not thinking, in the cool, soft grass,
    Afraid of where a thought might take me – as
    This grasshopper with plated face
    Unfolds his legs and finds himself in space.

    Self under self, a pile of selves I stand
    Threaded on time, and with metaphysic hand
    Lift the farm like a lid and see
    Farm within farm, and in the centre, me.

    I have chosen this Poem, because I think that it is very interesting the way the Poet describes the summer, I love the way he describes what he sees when this Season comes.

    • Lenny says:

      How summery Pili, images play a great role here. It’s very easy to see and even smell a summer day in the countryside. I didn’t know you liked nature so much. Thanks for sharing this!!

      Lenny.

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