List one of your favorite poems. One of my favorites is "Annabel Lee.'

Lostpoet · M Best Comment

The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot. I can recite the whole poem by heart.

Mikla · 61-69, F

"The Road Less Traveled" Frost

I can't just list, I'm just prone to waffle and ramble. I was posting on another forum, where the subject was life's "meaning". I tend to go off at a tangent, and began to tell of a great dialogue between Thomas Merton (the "anti-monk") and the "zen man" D. T.Suzuki, named "Wisdom in Emptiness". This dialogue was concerned with the Christian Fall and the restoration of paradise.

There were many points of contact and agreement between Merton and Suzuki, but where they differed was on the subject of the Final Things, eschatology.

Suzuki spoke only of the "eschatology of the present moment" while Merton (and you can never be sure with Merton if he is writing with an eye on the censors of the Catholic Church!) spoke of that which lay beyond such,
where our "present moment" is to be handed over to God to create something totally new. "It is to be the great, mysterious, theandric work of the Mystical Christ, the New Adam" as Merton says.

Which I must say leaves me more with Suzuki. Which is the introduction to one of my favourite poems, by Vladimir Holan, called "Resurrection":-

Is it true that after this life of ours we shall one day be awakened
by a terrifying clamour of trumpets?
Forgive me God, but I console myself
that the beginning and resurrection of all of us dead
will simply be announced by the crowing of the cock.

After that we’ll remain lying down a while…
The first to get up
will be Mother…We’ll hear her
quietly laying the fire,
quietly putting the kettle on the stove
and cosily taking the teapot out of the cupboard.
We’ll be home once more.

Which, thinking about it (not always the best option) reminds me of a line from James Joyce's "Finnegans Wake":-

Let us leave theories there and return to here's hear

twistedrope · 26-30, M

Um... The elephant mans one.

Tis true my form is rather odd
But blaming me is blaming god
Could I create myself anew
I would not fail in pleasing you

If I could reach from pole to pole
Or grasp the ocean in a span
I would be measured by the soul
the minds the standard of the man.

invisiblewoman · 36-40, F

I suck at poetry

How can i say i love you?
When you were sitting on my face.

Aysel · F

“I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion—I have shuddered at it—I shudder no more—I could be martyred for my religion—love is my religion—I could die for that—I could die for you. My creed is love, and you are its only tenet.”

-Keats