These are snippets of poems I like. I like them more for the rhythm and the sounds than for the meaning of the words necessarily.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name,
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular noun.
– T.S. Eliot, “The Naming of Cats”, final stanza
Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren’t go a-hunting
For fear of little men.
– William Allingham, “The Fairies”, first stanza
The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts;
All on a summer day:
The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts,
And took them quite Away.
– Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
–W.B. Yeats, “The Second Coming”, first stanza
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belfastdavid
/ April 26, 2011I am honoured to be included in such company.
Thank you
David