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I need a poem for english class, preferably of a famous poet (no original works, please).
Any short poems that you could recommend (30-120 seconds to read)? I was thinking William Wordsworth, I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud Poen at: http://www.flashflashrevolution.com/...ght=wordsworth |
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Use "A Dust of Snow" by Robert Frost.
You'll have to say it really slowly. It's about 4 lines. I think it goes something like: The way a crow shook down on me A dust of snow from a hemlock tree Has given my heart a change of mood And saved a part of a day I rued. I last heard that 2 years ago. :P
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hmm i know a really short one but its in a song (maybe it doesnt matter)
umm wait lol its not a poem! lol! doy
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I was also thinking Casey up to Bat, but it might be a bit long.
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"The Hollow Men" by T.S. Eliot.
Also, if you'd like I'll throw in the essay I wrote about it if you need to discuss it or some jazz like that. It's mostly BS, but I got a good grade on it. The poem is actually relatively boring...but eh. |
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Here we go round the prickly pear
The prickly pear the prickly pear Here we go round the prickly pear At five o' clock in the morning --- And that's all I gotta say about "The Hollow Men" We heard a recording of Eliot reading the poem in English... it was hilarious at that part. |
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As I was walking to St. Ives....
oh come on, that was funny. =)
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w00t for shakespeare's 63rd sonnet:
Against my love shall be as I am now, With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'erworn; When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn Hath travell'd on to age's steepy night; And all those beauties whereof now he's king Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight, Stealing away the treasure of his spring; For such a time do I now fortify Against confounding age's cruel knife, That he shall never cut from memory My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life: His beauty shall in these black lines be seen, And they shall live, and he in them still green. Also heavily analyzable, I wrote an essay about this one.
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Out of the bed
And onto the floor A 50-yard dash To the bathroom door -thanks, Rob. |
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life knocked me off my platforms
so I pulled out my first pair of boots bought on the street at Astor Place before New York was run by suits And I suited up for the long walk back to myself closer to the ground now with sorrow and stealth --Ani Difranco again, just kidding....but hey, I felt like it. She is great
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Anyways, I decided to go with O, Captain, My Captain by Walt Whitman.
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