What is one of your favorite poems? |
My favorite poem is "The Voice You Hear When You Read Silently" by Thomas Lux, published in The New Yorker, July 14, 1997. As far as I know, it is still in copyright and not legitimately available online - not even where I read it, online - except, arguably, in the Google Books free preview.
I know absolutely nothing of his other poetry.
Given that I cannot in good conscience reproduce Lux, I offer instead a bit of verse from one Dr. John McCrae:
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
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...though I have nothing to do with the Unitarian church, the sentiment is the same.
if not that one, then
http://www.missionstclare.com/english/prayers/62.html
not strictly a poem, but feels like one. has been hanging in my cube, along with miller williams, for a long time now to try to steady me through the storm of the workweek.
Flanders Fields always reminds me of spoon river.
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Spoon River?