favorite poems

Let's share our favorite poems (again)
This is so beautiful

somewhere i have never travelled
e e cummings

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing


(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

[solo1]

TS Eliot's "The Wasteland" wins; end of thread.

This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but with a whimper

If I remember correctly?

I also love Eliot's "Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock"

[RebelMan]

Insomnia
By David J. Egner

Have you ever been in your bed just staring at the ceiling?
Thoughts rushing through your mind with no idea of what you're feeling.

The numbers on the clock seem to laugh in your face.
It would be so much better if these thoughts could be replaced.
The time will soon be four and you have to be up at eight.
When the sun comes up you will kick yourself for staying up so late.

But it wasn't your choice to toss and turn all night.
It's because your mind and body were in a continuous fight.
And it's a no holds barred match, in which the mind likes to fight cheap.

Punching you with thoughts while your body just wants to sleep.
This nightly battle is as bad as Armageddon.
Because you never know which thoughts your mind is going to let in.

Maybe something from early that day or something buried for years.
Maybe a thought that makes you happy or one that brings you to tears.

And just when the battle is over and you curl up cozily on your arm
You close your eyes and scream inside as you listen to the wailing alarm.

[Cat]

"Dare not to sleep" by Arnulf Øverland

I was awakened one morning, by the quaintest of dreams
‘twas like a voice, spoken to me
It sounded afar - like an underground stream,
I rose and said: Why do you call me?

Dare not to slumber! Dare not to sleep!
Dare not believe, it was merely a dream!
Yore I was judged.
The gallows were built in the court this evening,
They’ll come for me — 5’ in the morning

This dungeon is teeming,
And barracks stand dungeon by dungeon
we lie here, awaiting, in cold cells of stone,
We lie here, we rot, in these murky holes.

We know not ourselves, what does lie ahead
Who will be the next one they'll reach for.
We moan and we shriek: But do you take heed?
Is there none among you who’ll hearken?

No one can see us,
None know what befalls us.
Yet more:
None will believe - what the day will bring us!

And then You defy: This dare not be true!
That men can be utterly evil.
There has to be some one with merits pure
Oh, brother, you still have a great deal to learn

They said: You will give your life, if commanded
We’ve given it now, for naught it was handed
The world has forgotten, we’ve all been deceived
Dare not to sleep in this hour - this eve.

This is a part of it. here is the rest, this is the poem in its original language. I don't know why, this poem just moves me.