Monday, November 30, 2009

My Favourite Poems


A poet
is one who writes verses and one who does not write verses;
A poet is one who has told lies and one who has been told lies;
A poet is one who tries to leave and one who cannot leave.

I was very much frustrated when i had to memorize the poems,but after few years i started enjoying the poems.This did not last for a long time because all my subjects got changed when i entered my college and i didn't get a chance to explore more poems.But then when i came to blogging i took it as a chance to refresh all my favorite poems and in this post i have posted all my favorite poems.Poems are always something enthusing and refreshing when they flash in my mind. To best poem according to me is the one by Robert Frost which i have posted as the first one.I just love the last two lines of this poem which is quite meaningful!.

Robert Frost:

Robert Frost was born on March 26, 1874 in San Francisco, California. When Frost was two years old, his mother fled to Lawrence, Massachusetts, to get away from her husband.A few years later, Robert's father died. By the time he was 11, Robert Frost had crossed the U.S. three times.

After this rough beginning, Robert went on to become a great poet. He married Elinor White and had 2 kids. Robert never in truth had any jobs, except being a poet, but he published many poems in his lifetime. Some of them are: The Road not Taken, The Raft of Flowers, The Pasture, and others. Robert also won four Pultizer awards and read The Gift Outright at the inauguration of John. F. Kennedy. He died on January 29, 1963 of a heart attack. He was 88 years old.





Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening


Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.


My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.


He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.


The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost


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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH:


There is also another poem by William Wordsworth which i like a lot.It is nothing but the beautiful poem named THE DAFFODILS.William Wordsworth is a well known NATURE POET and all his poems mostly emphasize the beauty of nature.In all his collections this is a remarkable one which i can never forget.

William Wordswor
th was a major English romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped launch the Romantic Age in English literature with their joint publication, Lyrical Ballads. Wordsworth’s masterpiece is generally considered to be The Prelude, an autobiographical poem of his early years that was revised and expanded a number of times. It was never published during his lifetime, and was only given the title after his death. Up until this time it was generally known as the poem “to Coleridge”. Wordsworth was England’s Poet Laureate from 1843 until his death in 1850.






THE DAFFODILS:


I wandered 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 stretched 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
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but 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.




William Wordsworth