Poetry

[ForumAdmin]

Hi Mods and all.

please, leave this thread here, until we create a separate Poetry sub-forum under the Book Club at a later stage.

Thank you

ForumAdmin

[Daniela]

Thank You Invictus

thoroughly enjoyed all three of them and am looking forward to more.

[The Phoenix]

Great thread.

There are a few words that remind me of someone who was fighting an illness, with great inner strength and courageÂ… a failing body, but a great mindÂ…

ItÂ’s 4.30am and I canÂ’t check the text, but I can remember some of it I thinkÂ… it goes something like this:


It may be that the gulfs will wash us down
It may be that we shall touch the happy isles
And see the great Achilles whom we knew
Though much is taken, much still abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved Earth and Heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts
Made weak by time and fate, yet strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.


He never yielded.

The Phoenix

(I think the words are WordsworthÂ… I will look it up tomorrow.)

[The Phoenix]

Nope.

'Ulysses'

by Lord Alfred Tennyson.

TP

[whirlpool]

Originally posted by ForumAdmin
Hi Mods and all.

please, leave this thread here, until we create a separate Poetry sub-forum under the Book Club at a later stage.

Thank you

ForumAdmin

aaaaaaah admin you spoil all the fun of us having to hunt for stuff
:thumbs: nice one invictus; never enjoyed poetry at school but now i do as i dont have to analyse it - plus the head won't cane me for not being able to recite afrikaans poetry word for word. weekly as well so my hatred for afrikaans poetry is well founded :haha: mind you if any is posted i will try
i do enjoy first WW poetry
this is another favorite of mine, any guesses to the author? (before looking it up!)
Macavity: The Mystery Cat
Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw -
For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime - Macavity's not there!

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime - Macavity's not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air -
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there!

Mcavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly domed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
For he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square -
But when a crime's discovered, then Macavity's not there!

He's outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard's.
And when the larder's looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke's been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair -
Ay, there's the wonder of the thing! Macavity's not there!

And when the Foreign Office find a Treaty's gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scrap of paper in the hall or on the stair -
But it's useless to investigate - Mcavity's not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
`It must have been Macavity!' - but he's a mile away.
You'll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs,
Or engaged in doing complicated long-division sums.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibi, and one or two to spaer:
At whatever time the deed took place - MACAVITY WASN'T THERE!
And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!

[whirlpool]

not to steal your thunder my lawnmower fiend (invictus that is!) i have to add some things.
we had a class outing around std7 to go and see a movie "all quiet on the western front" this was to highlight the typical era and conditions that faced the war poets. it left a serious impact on me. i bought the DVD a couple of months ago and watched it, normally i forget movies, this one i did not! it left me cold, oddly as does the poetry. kind of a morbid facination.
my particular bent is towards sea poetry
Sea Fever - by John Masefield
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner - by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A Sea Dirge - by Lewis Carroll
i can post them up!

[whirlpool]

Originally posted by Invictus
[b]whirlpool
If I'm not mistaken, then it was T.S. Eliot..? Keep it coming, I'm absolutely in my element reading and discussing it..! I was equally in awe with "All Quiet on the Western Front" and have it on video too. I guess it's time to haul it out again.

The Phoenix
Great words. Great man.

Daniela
Thanks for the compliment and I shall keep them rolling. How about you do the same?

BRGDS

:woof: Invictus [/B]

Thomas Stearns to his friends
not overly keen on some modern poetry, i find it must flow and make sense, some of the new stuff... HUH!!??!! sorry M. Dorn what you on about? please dont come back with the obvious californian plums are full of chemicals and WHAT!!!
err sorry each to his own....read this below!

Ed Dorn's parody of William's "This Is Just To Say"
the hazards of a later era:
variation on a theme

I would like to thank you
for the plums that were
in the ice-box, but
I'm afraid I just can't
do it--in the first place
it's not an ice-box, and the plums
having come from California
are a mix of over-ripe
and hard-as-rocks,
both undesirable states,
no doubt shot through
with systemic chemicals.
Add to all that
the fact that I put
them there myself
and you have
the whole sorry picture.

--Ed Dorn

[whirlpool]

Originally posted by Invictus
Several months later, on December 11, 1941 his Spitfire collided with another plane over England and Magee, only 19 years of age, crashed to his death.

Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

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:woof: [b]Invictus [/B]

just four days after Pearl Harbour and the US entering the war!

[whirlpool]

:thumbs: :thumbs:
nice one

any particular theme that catches your fancy or are you a poetry nut

[The Phoenix]

Hi Invictus:

Good one!

TP