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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