Remembered Poems

[CP Dhuet]

My first remembered poem was by Robert Burns -

My love is like a red red rose-
That's newly bloomed in May. etc.

If you don't recognize this one- you are not a poetry fan. LOL

CP Dhuet

[p]

Claude, you making me go back a lot of years, yes I remember it, from school so many years ago.....

[william]

Of course the Quarterly competition reminds me of that poem by Wordsworth

The Daffodils

I WANDER'D 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 on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a 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 a 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.

Isn't that a lovely prelude to Spring in Europe?

[mysticbluebell]

Although I struggle sometimes with Robert Burns' poems, not used to his kind of English, I get so much depth and feelings from them and he is one of my truly admired poets. In his time, a poem sounded romantic despite even written about a dark topic.

I Dream'd I Lay

I dream'd I lay where flowers were springing
Gaily in the sunny beam;
List'ning to the wild birds singing,
By a falling crystal stream:
Straight the sky grew black and daring;
Thro' the woods the whirlwinds rave;
Tress with aged arms were warring,
O'er the swelling drumlie wave.

Such was my life's deceitful morning,
Such the pleasures I enjoyed:
But lang or noon, loud tempests storming
A' my flowery bliss destroy'd.
Tho' fickle fortune has deceiv'd me-
She promis'd fair, and perform'd but ill,
Of mony a joy and hope bereav'd me-
I bear a heart shall support me still.

Robert Burns

[cpdhuet]

I mis-quoted Robert Burns "Red Red Rose". Oh well, memory goes so far. His most famous was "Auld Lang Syne" Correction of Red Red Rose below -

A Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns



My love is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June :
My love is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.etc.

[paintedlady]

There have been a few sonnets on this site, here is another by The Master Sonneteer

Shall I compare thee to a summers day
Sonnet 18
William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

[mysticbluebell]

The classic poetry always attracts me again and the way those great poets expressed themselves is "another world" to me.

Lord Byron 1788-1824

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win. the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

[mysticbluebell]

While Summer already stands at the doorstep to Autumn, I thought of a poem which I was given with a card many years ago. I knew it had to do with a Summer's Day and that was all of information I could type into Google. Would you believe this poem was the second choice in the list and I think it is really a beautiful work!


Something in a Summer's Day

A something in a summer’s Day
As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.

A something in a summer’s noon —
A depth — an Azure — a perfume —
Transcending ecstasy.

And still within a summer’s night
A something so transporting bright
I clap my hands to see —

Then veil my too inspecting face
Lets such a subtle — shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me —

The wizard fingers never rest —
The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes it narrow bed —

Still rears the East her amber Flag —
Guides still the sun along the Crag
His Caravan of Red —

So looking on — the night — the morn
Conclude the wonder gay —
And I meet, coming thro’ the dews
Another summer’s Day!

Emily Dickinson