>Literary Blog Hop


Literary Blog Hop

This week’s question is:
What is your favorite poem and why?

I don’t know why, but I like the poem Remember by Christina Rossetti.

I suppose it had something to do with the fact that it talks about moving on and not to be sad about one’s passing.  While the poem is morbid in nature, it does have a rather positive spin on death.  Maybe it was due to the fact that I was getting out of William Butler Yeats phase and needed something a little more positive spin on things.  It was also just a poem that appealed to me in general.

Another poem I particularly like is Dylan Thomas’ poem, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.  I honestly don’t know why I like, but probably because its one of the first pieces of poetry that I read that wasn’t a typical romantic poem.  It sort of goes against of how poetry should be and expresses how many people really feel about death and that we try to fight death as much as possible and deny its existence for ourselves.



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5 responses to “>Literary Blog Hop

  1. >How can one forget that Dylan Thomas' poem?!Being a poet, I can’t imagine my life without poetry. I live and breath it. I have loved to read a lot of poets and poetry over the years and still find something new every day. I have gone through phases liking, poets, and moving over to the the next. So many yet to read. Here is my Literary Blog Hop post!

  2. >Dylan Thomas, fantastic choice, not sure I understood "It sort of goes against of how poetry should be" as I'm not convinced that poetry should be anything, but what it is, . Unless I'm being really stupid & you're referring to a historical context. I like the idea expressed with the denial of mortality & in that veinThe Force that through the green fuse drives the flower.—Dylan Thomas.The force that through the green fuse drives the flowerDrives my green age; that blasts the root of treesis my destroyer.And i am dumb to tell the crooked rosemy youth is bent by the same wintry feverThe force that drives the water through the rocksDrives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streamsturns mine to wax.and I am to dumb to mouth unto my veinsHow at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.The hand that whirls the water in the poolstirs the quicksand;that ropes the blowing windHauls my shroud sail.And I an dumb to tell the hanging manHow of my clay is made the hangmans lime.The lips of time leech to the fountain head;love drips & gathers, but the fallen bloodshall calm her sores.And I am to dumb to tell a weather's windHow time has ticked a heaven round the stars.And I am dumb to tell the lover's tombHow at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.

  3. >Two great picks! You've just reminded me how much I love Goblin Market by Rossetti.

  4. >My favorites are very random: Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley and Jaberwocky by Lewis Carrol, the Bells by Edgar Allan Poe and The Fairies by William Allingham and the awesome My Mistress Eyes are Nothing Like the Sun (Sonnet 130)by my boy William :)-Kate the Book Buff

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