The topic for today, August 18, is: What is your favorite poem?
I’m not a huge fan of poetry. I hate trying to figure out the writer’s intent -- it’s always so obscure! But two poems stand out in my mind when I think of poetry. The first is the well-known “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost. I love the message of following your own path and finding that the less-traveled path may be more interesting.
The Road Not Taken
By Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The other poem that stands out in my mind was when I saw it performed by the actor John Hannah in the movie, “Four Weddings and a Funeral.” The poem is called “Funeral Blues,” by WH Auden. The poem was first published in 1936. It’s really sad, but beautiful. I’ll put the lyrics below, but I think it’s even more moving when you see it in the movie, so I hope you’ll watch the video below.
By WH Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
What are your favorite poems?