☂ til human voices wake us and we drown

[valorously]

When you see this, post your favorite poem in your journal.

My favorite is T.S. Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock." Second up would be a tie between Yeats' "The Second Coming" and Marvell's "To His Coy Mistress." I also love Bashō.

EVERYONE KNOWS THESE.So how about something I love that is less studied in high school/college? Just in

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[bob_the_normal]

I once wrote a 40 page research paper on Prufrock. I had it pretty much figured out, mhm.

Is it Marvell, or Mavell? That was another good one though.

Doesn't beat Shakespeare though, and I first realized how great he was when reading this sonnet, so it sticks with me:

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Later.