Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Friday, May 2, 2008

Neil Gaiman Poem... Translated

The Neil Gaiman poem called The Day the Saucers Came has been translated into LOL Cat language here. Check them out and tell me which one you like better.

Saturday, January 5, 2008

Poem: When We Two Parted by Lord Byron

This poem was performed on YouTube by Richard Coyle. It's beautiful and haunting and I love it:


Thursday, January 3, 2008

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth

For anyone who has not discovered William Wordsworth - he is a poet from 18th century England. Most of his poetry is about nature. "Like Robert Frost?" you may ask. No. But sort of. Like a really old Robert Frost from the 18th century who's English. Read on and discover:

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle in the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of the bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee;
A poet could not but be gay,
In such jocund company;
I gazed --and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

- as excerpted from "Wildly Romantic" by Catherine M. Andronik - a wonderful book where history and poetry collide.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Here are two short but fantastic poems by the legend, Edna St. Vincent Millay. They come from "A Few Figs from Thistles":

First Fig
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -
It gives a lovely light

Second Fig

Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!