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"i love some of shakespeares sonnets specially the seemingly love poems like shall i compare the to a summers day most peope think its a love poem but in fact its proof that the annoying arrogant litle git loved only himself and his work " I too like that one and you know, for me it does not matter so much what he was referring to as I usually attach my own meaning and sense? It is what it means to me - bit like with music? | |||
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 Trust me, there's better than the sonnets! | |||
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My all time favourite poem (it has been, since the day I read it) is by Robert Frost) and is called "Into My Own" and it goes like this :- .....
One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
I do not see why I should e’er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.
They would not find me changed from him they knew—
Only more sure of all I thought was true.
......brings a tear to my eye every time
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"I just had to add this well know poem from Maya Angelou, dedicated to all you ladies out there. Phenomenal Woman Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Maya Angelou " Ive never really read her poetry but i love why the cage bird sings brilliant book | |||
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"I just had to add this well know poem from Maya Angelou, dedicated to all you ladies out there. Phenomenal Woman Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Maya Angelou Ive never really read her poetry but i love why the cage bird sings brilliant book" An amazing woman, not submissive but a peacemaker. Not aggressive but with boundaries and clear views on what is right and wrong. An inspiration! | |||
"I just had to add this well know poem from Maya Angelou, dedicated to all you ladies out there. Phenomenal Woman Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Maya Angelou Ive never really read her poetry but i love why the cage bird sings brilliant book" it made me weep | |||
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"There is one , I believe by Yeats ... called something like "how your parents F*****d you up" Does anybody know it? "Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse ~ They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. ~ But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another's throats. ~ Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don't have any kids yourself. | |||
"There is one , I believe by Yeats ... called something like "how your parents F*****d you up" Does anybody know it?
Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse
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They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
~
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
~
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
"Thank you so much, that is the one I have been meaning to show my kids... it is so funny and yet so true
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"As soon as you posted I knew which poem you meant, it's one of my fave's too. Glad to have helped. x" You will be quoted as having ably assisted in my children's coming to terms with the trauma of discovering their mother is a swinger!!! As I will show them the poem.. I will make them glad I am not a boring old fart.. So thanks again x | |||
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"what does it mean to you ... is it a load of old tripe or do you enjoy reading it? I am really interested in hearing your views - for me it tends to depend on what mood I am in. "How easy the breath that kills the flame.. Hard to kindle that light again.. Cold words kill and kind words kindle.. By words withheld a dream may dwindle.. J.Anglund.. | |||
