Sharing Poems We Like
I’ve been thinking that it would be nice to know about your favourite poems. We already have a really good collection of poetry in the Library but want to buy some new poetry books.
Please send through a comment to this Post telling us the title(s) of your favourite poem(s) and remember to include the name(s) of the poet(s) too.
If the poem hasn’t been published, please send through a copy of the full text so that other people can read and enjoy it too.
Looking forward to hearing from you.
A.Garratt
November 15, 2009 at 6:55 pm
I love the incidental nature of William Carlos Williams’ ‘This is Just to Say’; it has layers of implied meaning in the simplest of forms.
I would also really recommend ‘For Grace After a Party’ which brings to life the 1950s arts scene which Frank O’Hara was immersed in. It, again, is casual and spontaneous but familiar and touching.
November 18, 2009 at 6:37 pm
Hi miss theres this poem that most people know called please miss butler i really like it so there you go
i would really like to do the mind map comp but I dont think my ideas good enough
November 19, 2009 at 5:38 pm
Theres a website called http://www.poemhunter.com that has both of them on
November 19, 2009 at 5:42 pm
sorry it only has Please miss Butler but i know who wrote the bully asleep is John Walsh
November 19, 2009 at 8:27 pm
I’ve just found your poem, Harry. I put the title and poem into Google and it came up straight away. It’s by Allan Ahlberg and it’s one I didn’t know.
November 23, 2009 at 9:54 pm
I particularly like Leisure by WH Davies, I’ll post the full version below. It helps me to take a minute to enjoy what is around me.
Leisure
William Henry Davies
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.