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- Jan 16, 2025
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Do you have a favourite poem? If so, please share it! Provide the writer's name and the title (if it has one), along with the poem itself. If you'd like, explain why you like it and whether it holds any special significance for you.
I will go first, I'll give two because I don't know I want to.
Emily Dickinson 1830 - 1886
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept beating - beating - till I thought
My mind was going numb -
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space - began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, here -
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -
Emily Dickinson 1830 - 1886
There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons –
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes –
Heavenly Hurt, it gives us –
We can find no scar,
But internal difference –
Where the Meanings, are –
None may teach it – Any –
'Tis the seal Despair –
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the Air –
When it comes, the Landscape listens –
Shadows – hold their breath –
When it goes, 'tis like the Distance
On the look of Death –
Oh, another good poem is Because I could not stop for death and I heard a fly buzz when I died, both by Emily Dickinson.
I just really like Emily Dickinson, after my friend died I really enjoyed her poetry. I'll spare you the details of why because I don't want this to be too long, but feel free to give a reason why.
I will go first, I'll give two because I don't know I want to.
Emily Dickinson 1830 - 1886
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept beating - beating - till I thought
My mind was going numb -
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space - began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, here -
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -
Emily Dickinson 1830 - 1886
There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons –
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes –
Heavenly Hurt, it gives us –
We can find no scar,
But internal difference –
Where the Meanings, are –
None may teach it – Any –
'Tis the seal Despair –
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the Air –
When it comes, the Landscape listens –
Shadows – hold their breath –
When it goes, 'tis like the Distance
On the look of Death –
Oh, another good poem is Because I could not stop for death and I heard a fly buzz when I died, both by Emily Dickinson.
I just really like Emily Dickinson, after my friend died I really enjoyed her poetry. I'll spare you the details of why because I don't want this to be too long, but feel free to give a reason why.
The Complete Poems Of Emily Dickinson edited by Thomas H. Johnson