Sunday, December 11

My Favorite Poem

'Nothing Gold Can Stay' by Robert Frost is my favorite poem.

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing Gold can stay.

In The Outsiders when Johhny and Ponyboy are looking at the sunrise out the back of the church they ran off too and Johnny says the mist is gold and silver and says that he wishes it could stay that way forever then Ponybody hits him with a "Nothing Gold can stay" and Johnny is like 'whats that?' then Ponyboy drops the whole poem on him to which Johnny replies "Thats what I meant", probably my favorite page of literature ever. I love that 'Nothing Gold Can Stay' so fucking beautifully can relate that even though you wish things could stay like this forever they can't.

AND this poem rhymes, no slant rhyme or maybe that rhymes, Eight lines Four couplets. And more then rhyming it rolls off the tongue if you recite it. I fucking love this poem, its my favorite.

What's your favorite poem?

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  1. I'm not ashamed to admit that even though I was an English major, all my favorite poems are by Shel Silverstein. This one is my favorite:

    Captain Hook - Shel Silverstein

    Captain Hook must remember
    Not to scratch his toes.
    Captain Hook must watch out
    And never pick his nose.
    Captain Hook must be gentle
    When he shakes your hand.
    Captain Hook must be careful
    Openin' sardine cans
    And playing tag and pouring tea
    And turnin' pages of his book.
    Lots of folks I'm glad I ain't--
    But mostly Captain Hook!


  2. the one reason to for me to learn spanish.

    "Si Tu Me Olvidas"
    By Pablo Neruda
    En Español:
    (In Spanish)

    Quiero que sepas
    una cosa.

    Tú sabes cómo es esto:
    si miro
    la luna de cristal, la rama roja
    del lento otoño en mi ventana,
    si toco
    junto al fuego
    la impalpable ceniza
    o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña,
    todo me lleva a ti,
    como si todo lo que existe:
    aromas, luz, metales,
    fueran pequeños barcos que navegan
    hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.

    Ahora bien,
    si poco a poco dejas de quererme
    dejaré de quererte poco a poco.

    Si de pronto
    me olvidas
    no me busques,
    que ya te habré olvidado.

    Si consideras largo y loco
    el viento de banderas
    que pasa por mi vida
    y te decides
    a dejarme a la orilla
    del corazón en que tengo raíces,
    que en esa día,
    a esa hora
    levantaré los brazos
    y saldrán mis raíces
    a buscar otra tierra.

    si cada día,
    cada hora,
    sientes que a mí estás destinada
    con dulzura implacable,
    si cada día sube
    una flor a tus labios a buscarme,
    ay amor mío, ay mía,
    en mí todo ese fuego se repite,
    en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida,
    mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,
    y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos
    sin salir de los míos.

    "If You Forget Me"
    By Pablo Neruda
    In English:
    (En Inglés)

    I want you to know
    one thing.

    You know how this is:
    if I look
    at the crystal moon, at the red branch
    of the slow autumn at my window,
    if I touch
    near the fire
    the impalpable ash
    or the wrinkled body of the log,
    everything carries me to you,
    as if everything that exists:
    aromas, light, metals,
    were little boats that sail
    toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

    Well, now,
    if little by little you stop loveing me
    I shall stop loving you little by little.

    If suddenly
    you forget me
    do not look for me,
    for I shall already have forgotten you.

    If you think it long and mad,
    the wind of banners
    that passes through my life,
    and you decide
    to leave me at the shore
    of the heart where I have roots,
    that on that day,
    at that hour,
    I shall lift my arms
    and my roots will set off
    to seek another land.

    if each day,
    each hour,
    you feel that you are destined for me
    with implacable sweetness,
    if each day a flower
    climbs up to your lips to seek me,
    ah my love, ah my own,
    in me all that fire is repeated,
    in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
    my love feeds on your love, beloved,
    and as long as you live it will be in your arms
    without leaving mine.


  3. e.e. cummings is definitely one of my favorite poets. he tends to put into words the things I'm always struggling to explain to myself.

    It goes in phases which e.e. cummings poem I resonate the most with, but this one I've just always loved for its simplicity and truth:

    i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
    my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
    i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
    by only me is your doing,my darling)
    i fear
    no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
    no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
    and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
    and whatever a sun will always sing is you

    here is the deepest secret nobody knows
    (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
    and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
    higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
    and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

    i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)


  4. this is my favorite poem.